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Halloween did not bring pumpkins. Or pumpkin monsters. Dokja didn't know when, or even why he had started thinking about Halloween, let alone pumpkins - he had never celebrated the day when people go out with their friends and socialise and eugh.
Dokja was happy enough with his non-existent friends and stock of web-novels, thank you very much.
Still, after spending quite a bit of time with this motely crew he named after himself, he supposes, he has earnt friends.
He's also not currently dead, which helps: he's spent the last two Halloweens either underground or in a whole other dimension. Being dead is, in a morbid sense, spooky, but not the spooky typically suitable for kids. Sangah must have done something for the kids the last two years- right? Dokja would hate for his asocial tendencies to rub on of Gilyoung and Yoosung.
Trick or treating is not common in Korea - but spooky themes costumes, foods and aesthetics are immensely common. Perhaps he should buy something sweet for them.
Dokja yawns, and wakes up, purchasing 'Lemony Custard Ghost Biscuits' from the Dokaabii shop.
He steps out of the tent, with the mission of finding the kids, only to be confronted with a roulette in front of him.
Very colourful. Slightly flashy. Dokja's eyes hurt, and he squints to read the words on it. A hand claps his shoulder, and he jumps, only to find the lemon-candy devouring rat queen herself gurning (*) back at him. She's actually grinning, but Dokja thinks every face this she-devil makes is grotesque, so gurning it is.
"Happy Halloween" Han Sooyoung says, menacingly. Dokja feels threatened.
"We have costumes Squidface." She continues. Ah. There comes the threat.