Pumpking walked through the empty halls of his palace, with one arm burnt off and regenerating.
He was thinking of ways he could've won the battle in his head, simply reliving it over and over in his mind.
(Flashback begins)
Usually it is quite rare to see to see pumpking in a bad mood, but when he is... he is a force to be reckoned with. An unknown entity just insulted him and his "pathetic" holiday.
He had been mocked before, for example by the many people who decorate for Christmas in October. But those paled in comparison to the words of this THING
After a few hours gathering troops he was ready for war, his army consisted of many different spooky creatures, werewolves, pumplings, witches, skeletons etc. Soon the army arrived on the battlefield. A singular large black entity ominously stood across from the army
???: ah... so you've come to join me...
Pumpking: I've come to eliminate someone who disrespected MY month.
???: just as every inflatable Santa Claus did?
Pumpking: do not enrage me with that name. He is lucky I have not flattened every unfaithful Walmart currently selling those.
???: trust me... THAT won't be the last name you ever here...
Pumpking suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had heard the voice of this being before.
Pumpking: the last name I'll ever hear will not be heard today.
Several large skeletons began marching towards the entity. Black tendrils shot out of it and pierced several of them through the chest. They were unfased and began attacking the entity, but several more tendrils shot out and wrapped around them, before pulling them in. Within seconds sharp spikes came out of various parts of the entity
After seeing this pumpkin's feeling of familiarity got even stronger. He had seen abilities exactly like this somewhere before... possibly hundreds of years ago...
