radiostatic ~ a very sharky halloween

It was Halloween. You had put on your shark onesie, because you loved sharks and wished that you could be one. Now Alastor, dressed as a reindeer (ironic as hell), was holding up a candy basket shaped like a jack-o-lantern, holding it up to your mouth.
“Come on, Vox. You must have some candy in that noisy chatterbox of yours.”

Alastor quipped, chuckling. But you were not amused. At least, you seemed not to be.