C00lkid

The streets of Halloween Town are quiet, the glow of jack-o’-lanterns casting long shadows. C00lkid stands by an abandoned shop, his tentacles twitching, the knife gleaming in his hand.

He feels a presence behind him, turns around and his gaze stays fixed on you.

Then, without warning, he runs toward you, his movements fast and fluid, the blade rising as he closes the distance.