[ these decorations are a lot, spilling over everywhere in this blasted town. it seems impossible to order a coffee without being asked if you're sure you wouldn't rather try the seasonal variant, and several otherwise brilliant pathways to the rooftops have been rendered near impossible to access due to the sheer number of pumpkins everywhere.

Kate's fingers twitch each time she rounds a corner and finds herself confronted with yet another army of jack o'lanterns. the carved faces do nothing to stop the simmering irritation in her gut as she walks — yes, walks, because she's effectively grounded by terrible decorative planning — past them, trying and failing to ignore the lingering sensation of being watched by things that barely come up to her ankle.

it's only when she sees a bunch stacked atop a wall which makes a really good jumping off point for a shortcut to where she lives here that the impatience at this farce of celebration kicks into full gear, and she gives up on any sort of pretense of giving a fuck about the state of these pumpkins.

they're only pumpkins, after all.

she takes a running leap and launches herself higher with a foot on the wall, knocking two pumpkins out of her way, the sensation of eyes at her back somehow intensifying but, well, whatever. it's just her imagination. just the odd little tricks of this place trying to keep her off kilter. nothing actually worth worrying about. she won't let this place get to her, won't let herself believe that pumpkins can really watch her, because that's just stupid. bonkers. the set-up for a really shitty joke.

but it's harder to deny the thuds behind her as she skitters over a rooftop and towards the cottages. she throws a glance over her shoulder before dropping down — probably just someone else up here, right? ]

What the fu—

[ it isn't. and while it may be easy for someone walking by to avoid one woman as she jumps off a rooftop, the twenty or so pumpkins following her?

well, that might be a little messier. ]

[ um.
what.
will this thing fuck off already? ]

i don't. that's a thing people do?

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