Roasty Ghostie

Cotton had decided to get themself a nice, big, cup of hot coco on this wonderful late-autumn night. A small chill was tickling in the air and rustling the leaves with the wind. There was also a lovely haunted house still happening that would have some really nice refreshments. It was basically the PERFECT time for some coco! When Cotton arrived, they impatiently waited their turn in line for coco. Cotton would never dare skip ahead since that was rude. But they would bounce and sway in place while occasionally peeking ahead to see what the status was. They were so eager when it was their turn to order. The sleepy looking Lumi at the little cart gave a gentle smile to encourage them. Cotton opened their mouth and took a deep breath, almost ready to blurt out everything they wanted... When a giant, smoking, angry (and kinda sad?) living marshmallow burst from the inside of the cart. The whole thing was knocked over, spilling that sweet-sweet coco and all the stuff to make it all over the ground... Cotton wailed out a pained and totally-not-over dramatic cry. Most of the other Lumis and people gathered for the event had already scattered. But it left Cotton alone with the Ghost-mallow. It seemed content to ignore them, reaching sticky hands up to try and rip down some leftover decorations and generally cause trouble. "My coco... my coco!!! I'll... show you!" Then Cotton lunged, preparing to use all her Warrior Skills (which were very few) to the test.