Q:The other items fade, crumbling into sand that was swept away in a strange, sudden wind. “You wish to know more about the Carved One?” As the pumpkin continued to ooze, it sprouted. From the stem, a long, thick black vine that soon met with the table. The pumpkin fiend’s new body moved and twitched, and the ambulatory plant raised the fruit that was its head. Carved into the flesh of the pumpkin was a face, two triangle eyes, a crescent nose, and a jagged, tooth-filled mouth. "As you wish."
Anonymous
The Carved One… it looked so much like it, but it wasn’t. Or was it? Could it have been corrupted like this? Could my old friend, the pumpkin spirit, have been possessed by some evil force? My thoughts were broken as I watched it grow and contort into a terrible impish figure.
“What happened to it?” I leaned over to ask the man. I then sat upright to stare this pumpkin feind in the face. My voice became a sheepish whisper. “…What happened to you?”
