The Lost Candy

Wizard #6850 loved sweets. Cakes, pies, candies, and chocolates, Drusilla had yet to find a treat she did not like. It should come as no surprise to anyone, therefore, that Halloween was Drusilla’s favourite night of the year.

Living in a deserted canyon, Drusilla rarely encountered trick or treaters. This did not stop her from buying mass quantities of sweets every year, just “in case” this was the year that trick or treaters decided to migrate to her door from lands afar. Having no treats would simply not do. And if no one came and she would have to eat the leftover sweets herself, well… that was a hardship she would happily accept.

On the night of Halloween, Drusilla put a large bucket of candy outside her door with a sign informing trick or treaters to “help themselves”. This was a private joke to herself of course, as there would be no visitors at all. She climbed up the stairs, booped her companion Frogbert on the snoot, and sank into bed.

The next morning, she opened the door, and found that something awful had happened. The worst thing that could ever happen to anyone, ever ever. Someone had visited in the night and all the sweets were gone. Not even a bean remained.

Drusilla wailed. This was true horror.

by teddyfrosh

Soundtrack to the campfire 🏕️

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