Author's Note

October 2024

How can we be uncharacteristic if we are creatures who are slaves to the aging of time and the victims to our own passions? I think Dr. Orpheus said it best, and its quite thematic given the approaching holiday which he spoke it in.

Greatest Feat of Magic

Uncharacteristic

"I am retribution, I am the shade, I... am.. Colt-Do-Just!"

"Give it a rest, Hitch," Sunny tossed the helmet from last year over the changing curtain.

"Nightmare Night only comes once a year, Sunny. And tonight, I want to be Colt-Do-Just."

"What? Being bold and chivalrous in a flashy fashion? That's you everyday when you're on duty."

"It's not the same. Picking a persony by ourselves and playing out the part without judgement, it's a way to tell the world that this is who we really are. A journey of self-discovery and to understand our identity on a psychological level."

"That's... pretty insightful, Hitch. Not what I would expect from you."

"Of course, because I'm Colt-Do-Just."

"Yeah, yeah," Sunny rolled her eyes with an amused smile as she walked from behind the curtain, "...well?"

"Purple fur, cobra hood, scorpion tail, ...I'm drawing a blank, Sunny. Who are you?"

"I'm Cosmos."