Twas the day before Halloween,
and even in the loo,
not a creature was stirring...
except for Flameboo.

"I must write something special," she exclaimed with a leap,
"for Halloween, my dearest, my love I must keep!"
So she set out to writing, and scribbled and spoke,
but it seemed that her sad little one-shot was simply broke. En. Broken.

Moments later, she smiled and said, "Well, no need for th--

AND THEN SHE EXPLODED IN A BURST OF BLOOD AND GUTS.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

EXPECT TO HAVE A DARK ONE-SHOT UP SOON REVISITING AN OLD FRIEND.