Transient Soul

Be you, Be Anonymous. The Spookiest, scariest, and snorkiest fellow in all of FRANCE, and also some providences of Sweden. Unfortuantly for you, Sweden and France are several thousands of miles away, so in Canterberg, you're kind of a loser. However, that all changes tonight! You quickly review over what happened this morning at your school of oddly all recently turned 18 classmates had told you.

You remember this morning, just like it was this morning...You were sitting with your arms crossed and your legs up on an empty chair during your remedial English course, because when are you ever going to need English in your adult world? You feel a poke to your back, and see a gray coloured girl with a funny eye wink at you. Or maybe she was winking at the chalkboard, its hard to tell with her. She hands you a letter, and being the totally paitent Anon that you are, you rip it open hastily, and begin reading aloud with your greatest bravado that would've made Shakesphere get up from his throne of acting, and cry tears of faggotry.

"DEAREST ANON! WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO THE HAUNTED KARNIVAL WITH ME?"

You get down from your proverbial soapbox, and kneel before the gray skinned girl. You take her hand, and quickly pronounce.

"OF COURSE M'LADY! I SHALL ACCOMPANY YOU ON THIS NIGHT!"

She quickly blushes, and runs out of the classroom in embaressment.

And that's the story of how you don't have a date for tonight.You quickly adorn yourself in the same outfit that you normally wear to work at Big Jim's Hot Doggorium, because what is more horrifying than a young adult stuck in a position that pays barely above the minimal wage? You quickly grab your wallet which has the SpectreBlaster logo on it, as you head out your bedroom door.

You quickly run downstairs and peek out your window, and take a deep breath of contentment. Ahh...Ghost Hannakuh... its truly the greatest of Holidays, the ladies dressing slutty, you can even count how many sexy costumes there are. Sexy Nurses, Sexy Nuns, even Sexy Social Workers! Oh wait, that's that Ms Harshwintrom lady...You can't help your own hotdog, you burst out of your door and proudly announce to the night sky.

"PREPARE YOURSELVES LADIES! BECAUSE KING WEINER IS HERE! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You suddenly feel a poke in your back, you quickly turn around and see Applejack looking at you with a bit of a grin on her face, in her incredibly sexy maid costume.

"Gosh Anon, I barely even recognized ya underneath all that meat!" Applejack laughed as she crossed her arms and pantyhosed legs. Fucking unf, the way she is holding her feather duster is making you think of several adult things, like signing tax forms in the nude with her.

"What's ta matter Anon? Cat got yer tongue?" She giggles as she shoves the feather duster right in your face.

"Uh... yeah, I guess...." You blush with an intensity that matched up to the ketchup stains on your shirt.

"So you're a... sexy...maid this year?" You state, slowly spilling spaghetti from yo' bun.

"Yeah, I ain't much of a fan of it. I just wanted to go in mah work uniform, but Fluttershy said this one time of the year where men will ogle you and are guarenteed to get some dicking." Applejack sighed as she pushed down on her skirt,

"This thing's such a pain, I swear muh buns are hanging out."

You quickly feel your relish boiling as she spins around, and showing physical evidence to her claim, indeed, her applicious buns were indeed visible.

"Anyway, I was thinking 'bout headed down to the Haunted Karnival, are ya going with anyone Anon?"

You quickly take her hand and look her in her incredibly wide eyes as you stare lustful daggers into her being.

"I would love to, my incredibly sexy milliefeu"

Applejack quickly knocks your hand off her shoulder, and brushes it with her feather duster.

"Ah AH AH! Speakin in fancy doesn't give ya the privelage of dirtying up mah duds Anon."

She winks at you as she wiggles her rear toward your radiating warmth of hot dogginess.

"Besides, ya gotta work to get the candy apple you wiener."

You try your best not to make a 'Bobbing for Apples' joke.

You quickly pull her to your side and hold your arm out to the Ghost Hannakuh sky and smile.

"Well, we'll be the toast of the Karnival love! Me and you! Hot Dog and Maid! Let's go cut a rug!"

"Yeah! Let's do it pardner!" Applejack pumps her fist in the air as she hugs you slightly.

You take one step into the road and are hit by a 16 wheeler truck that immediately splashes your internal organs, skin, and hotdog uniform all over Applejack's maid costume. Applejack just stares silent in a moment of shock, before she falls to the ground and screams at the pile of mush that remained of your body.

"ANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"