Apparently, Falcon panicked at the last moment, because the Toon fell right through his sleeves and landed in the grass of the lawn. No one seemed to even question why the Toon had stars circling it, as they were still surprised by the fact that one of their Halloween decorations had seemingly come alive.

“You heard that, right buddy? It screamed! And it was flailing too! What do you think it is?” asked Bedlam, still hiding behind Falcon.

The masked demon slowly knelt down to pick up the Repairman, looking him over with a curious tilt of his head before looking back at Bedlam. “…it’s hurt.” With that, Falcon started to walk back inside with the Toon cradled in his sleeves.

“Eh…umm…” Bedlam seemed to be a bit unsure about following Falcon inside. He decided that he would finish up putting the rest of the tombstones in the front lawn before going into the house.

Meanwhile, Crystal was putting out a bunch of spooky-themed treats, like ‘monster mouths’ made up of apples, peanut butter, and marshmallows, and cupcakes with black and orange icing. Just as she was putting a platter of food down, she glanced up at Falcon. “Oh, hey Falcon! Umm… why are carrying a tombstone? Shouldn’t you be putting that in the yard?” she asked.

Falcon shook his head, heading over towards the couch to gently place it there. “It’s alive.”

Crystal quirked an eyebrow as she followed him to the couch. “…alive? Umm… what makes you say that?” she asked.

“It was screaming and flailing,” the masked demon replied in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

“Really…? Cause I was pretty sure that was Bedlam who was screaming like a little girl….” replied Crystal. She looked down over at the tombstone on the couch, wondering if it truly was alive.

The stars were surprisingly good entertainers. They danced, they were attention-grabbing, and they even sang bird-like songs.

Yet, each time they circled, their beauty began to fade. They began to shrink, their songs became quitter, their dances slower. The Repairman soon tired of this and began to drift back to reality.

His vision was still a bit blurry and star-struck, but that did not look like a night sky. Not a good sign. Especially since he started to remember exactly what caused him to see stars in the first place. The voice saying “…screaming like a little girl…” certainly helped him recall that.

Wait, voice? This didn’t sound like either of the creatures that had tormented him earlier. He had to know who this was and where they were; he figured the jig was already up.

He slowly sat up, shaking any remaining stars away. He turned towards this new person and was surprised to find, not a third demon, but a (presumably) human woman looking at him. Was she major too, or just a party guest?

“Who…” the Repairman began, still a little dazed. “Where…”

He paused, realizing the trouble he could be in. “I can explain…”