Chapter 7: — "Candy Countin' Chaos" [HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: PART 4 - END🎃]

The apartment smelled faintly of autumn air mixed with leftover street scents, sugar, crisp leaves, and the faint echo of distant laughter from the streets below. I kicked off my shoes and let out a long, satisfied sigh, dropping the trick-or-treat bag onto the kitchen table.

“We did… actually really well, didn’t we?” I murmured, staring down at the bag. Poyo bounced at my feet, pink and glossy under the moonlight streaming through the window. Mochi pressed gently against my ankle, tiny blue ripples reflecting the faint glow of the streetlamp outside.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah… we really did.”

I emptied the bag onto the table, and colorful candies spilled like a rainbow waterfall. Chocolates, lollipops, gummies, and little novelty treats littered the surface, glittering in the soft moonlight. Poyo immediately hopped onto the table edge, wobbling proudly. Mochi flopped beside the candy pile, eyes wide as if cataloging each individual piece.

“Okay, team,” I said, trying to sound like the serious leader I’d never been before. “Time to split the spoils fairly. No stealing.”

Poyo tilted its head and let out a tiny, excited poyoo~, while Mochi just hummed softly, quietly content.

I rolled up my sleeves and started the meticulous process of sorting the candy into three piles, making a fun show of fairness. Chocolate bars here, gummy packs there, lollipops in neat little lines.

“One… two… three… twelve for me, twelve for you, twelve for you,” I counted aloud. Poyo puffed proudly, wobbling as if to say, Look, I’m responsible! Mochi made a soft mmm… sound, perfectly satisfied with its share.

Warmth settled over me. This... this domestic chaos, this soft glow of the apartment, these two blobs and me, this felt… kind of perfect.

And then.

Poyo lunged.

In one motion, it sucked up its entire pile, wrappers, chocolates, gummies, all of it, in a wet, ridiculous SLURP! The noise echoed briefly in the quiet room before fading into nothingness.

I froze. My mouth formed a perfect little “O” shape

Mochi let out a tiny, high-pitched, confused “Mochi…?” like it was checking if the world had just tilted sideways.

Poyo sat there, glossy and blissful, with a half-swallowed wrapper sticking out like a trophy. Not a care in the world.

“O—Ok?” I said, voice trembling somewhere between shock, disbelief, and laughter.

Then, slowly… I laughed. A quiet, incredulous, fond kind of laughter.

Poyo hummed happily, squishing itself in place, and Mochi nibbled a small piece of candy with its usual polite patience, glancing up at me with those trusting eyes.

I realized, in that small, absurd moment, that the night had been perfect precisely because it was messy and unplanned. Every chaos-filled step, the trick-or-treat misadventures, the slimes, the laughter of my classmates, the pumpkin incident, it had all led here.

“Right,” I muttered, shaking my head with a grin. “That happened… Well, more for me to eat, I guess.”

I wrapped a small blanket around my shoulders, settling onto the couch. Poyo curled slightly beside me, a pink blob of contentment. Mochi snuggled against my side, quietly munching its tiny candy. I unwrapped a remaining chocolate, savoring it slowly, letting the flavors linger as I leaned back.

Outside, the city was quiet. Inside, the warm glow of the apartment glimmered softly off candy wrappers and the smooth surfaces of the slimes. The three of us, one human, two blobs, shared the simple comfort of home and sugar-fueled exhaustion.

I took a deep breath, letting the stillness wrap around me like a hug.

“Worth it,” I thought, closing my eyes and letting a small, satisfied smile tug at my lips.

The night had been chaos, laughter, and sticky candy wrappers, but somehow… it had also been magic.