It is the first of October. The ground is covered in dead leaves that crunch underfoot. The wind howls and branches creak a somber tune reminiscent of Moonlight Sonata. A battered doll lies crumpled at the edge of a dirt road, rushed shoddy stitching punctuated by a pin still driven into its chest.
A horrible creature crawls from a ditch in the moonlight. Its eyes are covered with a bloodied bandage, its nails burnt, its mouth a blackened hole. There is glass embedded in its face and it’s open chest reveals beating metal replacing its heart. As its slimy hands encircled your neck, you hear a poisoned hiss from its mouth.
Y'ALL MY DEAD ASS CZENNIE COUSIN SENT ME THIS WHILE I WAS ANSWERING MY TEST WHAT THE FUCK-
(The way Johnny just danced behind the counter at the end 💀)