Reaper and M.S. approach, the crowd in a tense silence, watching us as a cold breeze runs up my spine and causes both of our cloaks to billow, adding tension to the scene.

"Reaper," I greet, expecting him to attack, trying to keep my cool.

"Reaper Classic," Reaper returns in kind, "been good?"

R.C. nods. He hasn't attacked me yet, so that's good. I inch towards my scythe, nervously preparing for him to attack.

I notice Reaper's unease and grab his hand, preventing him from doing anything stupid. I smile sweetly at him, and he smiles back.

"We cool?" R.C. asks, extending his arm for a fist bump. Reaper stands there for a moment in silence.  I'm a little concerned, but I'm pretty sure...

Reaper grabs his scythe and points it at R.C.

 Oh fuck! Oh fuck! This is bad! This is really bad!

Reaper smirks, swings his scythe around, and stabs it into the ground before returning my fist bump.

"Hell yeah man," Reaper smiles, "but if you pull this shit again then I swear..."

"Bro don't worry about that," I reply, "in fact, I owe you an apology."

"Hey," Reaper smiles, "I'm not mad. I mean, I WAS mad, pissed as all Hell, but I know it was a lot to take in. Especially from someone like me, but hey, at least she's just scraped, right?"

"Right dude. Anyways..."

I take Reaper and M.S.'s hands, the ones they're holding each other's in and lift them up triumphantly and exclaim with a smile, "ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this year's contest, the king and queen of Halloween, Reaper and M.S.!"

The crowd roars, and at last, the festival can begin, but more importantly...

I got a close friend back...