Okay, okay! I wasn't hungry anyways!

[Huntress-of-Fire]

Your orange pillowcase begins to squirm. Baffled, you drop the sack, scattering candy all across the ground. As though bursting from the body like a parasite, a strange figure rises from the candy, a knife in their hardened sugar hand!

Maybe you should have accepted the box of raisins from that one lady down the street.