The next point of interest was a strange house. It almost looked like it was made of gingerbread. You saw gingerbread walls, with holes where the windows should be, what looked like frosting holding the bits of house together, and similar frosting decorations adorning the rest of the house.
"Woah, this guy went all out," you whistled. You hoped they didn't spend all of their candy money on decorations. The three of you approached, and the closer you got, the more you smelled gingerbread.
"They wasted no cent on decoration," Maria said.
"Let's just hope they spent as much on the candy," Kevin said, an air of worry in his voice. You three soon reached the front door, and steeled yourself for whatever may be on the other side. Then again, it was probably a clichéd witch costume, seeing the gingerbread theme. You knocked, and the three f you held open your bags. Soon, the chocolate bar looking door opened up, and the owner of the house didn't look like anything you expected.
This person owned another animal suit, this time resembling a goat. However, this goat was wearing an apron. Just an apron. You thought you might've miss-seen it at first, but, sure enough, you saw her frilly, pink apron, but no signs of pants, tank top, not even underwear. All you saw was the white fur of her costume covered only by a pink apron, which just so happened to have a pentagram over the stomach. That goat being a costume may've excused the "nudity," but seeing this goat dressed only in an apron still made you feel weird looking at her, especially when the last person you saw wore clothes. Skimpy clothes, but clothes nonetheless.
Making things weirder was her body. Her hips were even wider than your shoulder span, and, even under her apron, you could see her bosom jutting out to the size of a beach ball. Her apron also did little to hide the guy she bore. You'd consider her a cute pudgy. She held an orange bowl, whose width was dwarfed by her gut.
"T-trick o-or treat," you said. You felt really nervous looking at her, to the point where you were scared to even say a full sentence.
"Oh my, what an adorable firefighter, pharaoh, and..." she began. Her voice sounded soft and caring. You almost felt like you could wrap yourself up with it like it were a warm blanket. Then, you realized someone else didn't know who you were.
"P-pirate," you answered.
"...and pirate!" she finished. She reached into her bowl, and you could hear the scrunching of candy wrappers. She pulled out a tiny handful of assorted candies, and dumped it into Maria's bag. Then she poured a tiny handful into Kevin's bag. And then she did the same with you. "You guys must've been getting a ton of treats." That made you remember one harrowing fact.
"Actually, we haven't," Kevin confessed.
"What?" the goat-wearer said. This time, her voice hurt. She sounded genuinely depressed at your situation, and hearing her sad made you feel worse. "How could little guys like you not be drowning in candy?"
"Yeah, the a lot of the neighborhood moved away, and the people that haven't don't usually give away a lot," you said.
"Oh, you poor things! I just wish I could do something..." she said. Then, she looked inquisitive, before snapping her fingers in a sudden moment of realization. "I just remembered I've got a ton of fresh candy deeper inside. Come along, I couldn't possibly carry it all by myself." She stepped aside and tried to wave you guys in. She sounded very nice, and maybe the smell of candy was clouding your judgment, but going in seemed like a good idea. Then again, your parents have always told you to never go in a stranger's house. Then again, she didn't seem like she was up to any ill will.
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