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Freddy knelt on the porch, pulling a pumpkin closer as he studied it with the focus of a master sculptor. The early evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and cinnamon, and he could feel the comforting warmth of Bonnie’s presence beside him.
Bonnie was already elbow-deep in pumpkin guts, his hands sticky as he laughed at his latest creation—a lopsided grin with uneven eyes, charming in its own goofy way.
“You know.. we have scoopers for that process.” Freddy pointed out softly, picking up one of the medium sized plastic ladles. It came with the carving kit he had purchased a little bit ago before October. Though he was the only one who focused on the tools while Gregory completely ignored them.
Bonnie ignores them too as he drops more orange guts and pumpkin seeds into the bag beside him. “Nah, it’s better to really get in there.” He responds, his hands were covered in the insides of the pumpkin, he smelled like it too. It was a horrible smell to inhale. “Besides, this is the fun part of pumpkin carving.”
“I figured the fun part was the actual carving process?”
Bonnie shakes his head and pulls out another glob of pulp. “Nope. It’s digging the shit out of its brains. The one year you can reach your hand inside of something and yank the contents out without people staring at you like a psychopath.
Freddy stared at his boyfriend like he was a psychopath.
“You play a lot of gore games.. I’m starting to think I should put a parental lock on all your consoles.” He muttered before looking down at his own pumpkin. He already outlined the face he wanted. A standard jack o’ lantern. Mean smiley face with sharp eyes.
Bonnie just laughed and grabbed the shark toothed blade. Beginning to cut his desired shape into the face of the pumpkin. He never really had an idea for what he wanted, he just wanted it to look cool. A giant contrast to Freddy who was making sure everything was centered and perfect.
Bonnie's hands moved with a certain relaxed confidence as he guided the blade, letting his imagination take over. Every cut was spontaneous, each jagged edge giving the pumpkin a fierce, playful look that suited his own mischievous personality. He wasn’t sure what it would look like when he was done, but that was part of the fun.
Across from him, Freddy was deep in concentration, biting his lip as he carefully lined up his design. Every angle was measured, every detail meticulously planned.
“Wow, yours looks… intense ,” Freddy chuckled, eyes widening a bit as he took in the wild, jagged grin Bonnie had carved.
Bonnie grinned back, holding up his masterpiece like a trophy. “Just wait till we light them up. Yours is cool, but this one’s got a real attitude.” He holds it up and slides it over his head. It was a tight fit and he was sure he would smell like pumpkins for weeks .
“I am the badass pumpkin, here to steal your candy!” Bonnie laughed darkly, wiggling his fingers, hunching his back. “Oooh~ Ooooh~ ”
Freddy doubled over, barely containing his laughter as Bonnie wobbled toward him, wearing the pumpkin like a villainous mask. The pumpkin's jagged smile lined up with his own, making him look like something straight out of a spooky story—but his exaggerated, dramatic groans quickly dissolved any real chance of fear.
“Oh no! Not the candy!” Freddy played along, raising his hands in mock terror. “Whatever will I do against the evil pumpkin bandit?”
Bonnie took another shambling step forward, still hunching his shoulders and letting out low, eerie sounds. He extended his fingers in a claw-like gesture, closing the distance between them. “You’ll have no choice but to surrender all your sweets! The pumpkin bandit demands tribute!”
Freddy tried to stay in character but could barely keep from snickering. He took a step back, holding his hands up. “Alright, alright, I surrender!” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a wrapped candy he’d brought for later. “Here, take this—anything to appease the mighty pumpkin!”
Bonnie snatched it dramatically, stuffing it into his own pocket before straightening up, finally pulling the pumpkin off his head. His hair was tousled, and bits of pumpkin string clung to his face, but he looked delighted.
“Victory!” he announced, holding the pumpkin high. Then he met Freddy’s gaze, both of them cracking up until they couldn’t breathe, letting the joy of the moment fill the chilly evening air.