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A Mishima Halloween
0 reviewsHow will Kazuya deal with the Trick-or-treaters this year? Not to be taken seriously.
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A/N: Hey everyone, here's a Halloween gift for you all, try to enjoy, even if it is a big piece of shit.
The night was cool as many forms littered the streets. The majority of them looked like children, though you wouldn't have been able to tell if not for their size. The majority of those who littered the streets wore costumes of various goals and goblins. Creatures and monsters. None were shocked however, for it was expected on this supposed holy day, for today was the thirty-first of October. Today was Halloween, a day rejoiced by many, and dreaded by one.
Within the crowd stood three gluttonous children, seeking confectionaries and sweets for their shearing. Successful they were on this night, though their hunt was not over, no, not on this night. Gluttonously, they crept onto the next house, unaware of the danger that crept about. They opened the gate, and began to walk through. They approached the porch, their eyes glued to the door. One step, two steps, three steps and four, again and again until they reached the door. The leader of the group, dressed in a clich
Tekken and all its characters belong to Namco. I do not own the lyrics to O Fortuna.
A/N: Hey everyone, here's a Halloween gift for you all, try to enjoy, even if it is a big piece of shit.
The night was cool as many forms littered the streets. The majority of them looked like children, though you wouldn't have been able to tell if not for their size. The majority of those who littered the streets wore costumes of various goals and goblins. Creatures and monsters. None were shocked however, for it was expected on this supposed holy day, for today was the thirty-first of October. Today was Halloween, a day rejoiced by many, and dreaded by one.
Within the crowd stood three gluttonous children, seeking confectionaries and sweets for their shearing. Successful they were on this night, though their hunt was not over, no, not on this night. Gluttonously, they crept onto the next house, unaware of the danger that crept about. They opened the gate, and began to walk through. They approached the porch, their eyes glued to the door. One step, two steps, three steps and four, again and again until they reached the door. The leader of the group, dressed in a clich
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