At first Oscar was going to enthusiastically agree with Priam's idea, but after a moment's thought he hesitated. "Wait would that be scary? I mean I know what you're going for but the picture I have in my head makes us look more like meatballs. Oh I know, let's throw rocks at people! And when they get mad we'll say 'We're just performing a Meteor drill'!" 

The old man returned, placing packs of gum into Priam and Oscar's bag. Oscar beamed, "Thank y-!" but the old man would slam the door closed before Oscar could finish expressing his thanks! What a Grinch! Oscar scoffed, "Some people have no holiday spirit. Okay Priam you lead the way where are we going next?"


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Oscar was not impressed by the wealthier looking house. Sure it looked nice, but in his experience people who could afford 'look at me peasants I'm rich' houses were not a lot of fun. Only bullies move to a middle class neighborhood and make an effort to seem better than their neighbors. Oscar's eyes narrowed, he was not done with this house tonight...

But for now the much more festive looking house was the place to hit. Anyone who went this big in September had to already be stocked with candy, Oscar and Priam could possibly get a huge payload! Clavis seemed to agree, pointing one of his razor sharp legs incessantly toward the decorated house. The dewpider had good taste.

Oscar nodded, "Off we go then!" and began marching across the street. As they approached, Oscar could not help but admire this homeowner's artistry. It was a delightfully spooky graveyard setup, complete with homemade tombstones, grinning pumpkins, and grinning skeletons. Oscar giggled as they approached the front door, which was equipped a fittingly gothic door-knocker. He took the liberty of grabbing the knocker and slamming it into the door twice. The door opened quickly, and Oscar would lift his bag and declare, "Trick or Treat!"

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This festive Halloween House was everything Oscar dreamed it would be. The homeowner was even dressed up, clearly on the same wavelength as he and Priam. Her light gatekeeping caused Oscar's grin to waver slightly though; it should be well known by now that you are never too old to Trick or Treat--as long as you put some effort in at least.

Satisfied by the generous amount of candy delivered, Oscar would personally walk away quite esctatic. That was exactly the kind of spirit all of Hoenn should be embracing, which is why the rich house across the street was now even more egregious. Oh how laying his eyes upon it once more made his blood boil! Oscar had never even met the residents and he was already prepared to go to war.

Oscar looked to Priam slyly, "You know Priam, Trick or Treating is not complete without a trick or two. Catch my vibe?"

Well did he!?

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It took Priam a second, but eventually he caught on. Oscar chuckled at his candy companion's suggestion, but had something a little more traditional in mind. "Don't you worry Priam, I have the perfect prank in mind--and we won't even have to do anything." Oscar patted Clavis the Dewpider on his bubbly head, and the little arachnid let out the world's most adorable battle cry before crawling down Oscar's back and toward the manor.

It took just under twenty minutes, but with some helpful directing from his human companions Clavis was able to envelope the front of the manor and its yard in sticky webbing. Now it looked plenty spooky. Clavis crawled up Oscar once more, sprawling out over his master's shoulders as he tried to catch his breath. Oscar gently swept his fingers gently across Clavis's bubble. "Good job bud, you fuckin' nailed it. Now this is some Halloween spirit."

Oscar began to chuckle, and in a better world this would be where the thread ends but instead we have another paragraph of consequences.

"What the fuck!?" Oscar looked over to find a very tired looking man glancing between the manor and the two hooligans on the sidewalk. The man motioned to the duo, "Did you do this to my father's house!?" Oscar stepped forward, he was not afraid to owning up to his shenanigans. "That's right! Serves him right for being a funny duddy--by our standards." The man looked close to tears as he screeched, "What the fuck are you talking about?" 

Oscar rolled his eyes, "He did not decorate for Halloween so we did it for him!" There was a long pause while Oscar high fived Clavis and then tried to high five Priam which Priam would absolutely return because a bro does not leave another bro hanging. The man eventually acquired the strength to scream, "Didn't decorate!? Didn't fucking decorate!? He's dead you assholes!" Oscar blinked as the stranger's words sank in, and after an additional pause he would lean over to Priam and say, "Run." before turning around and bolting down the street.

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