Prompt #2
A shy Xyris clutched the handle of his candy bag, shuffling his tiny paws. Other kits were starting to line up behind him, waiting to get to the door.
Xyris raised his paw, fairly surprised when he saw it was shaking.
The other kalon kits started to get impatient. "Move!" One shouted. "Some of us don't have all night!"
Xyris stared up at the large, tall door that loomed above him. The house was decorated exquisitely, with realistic looking cobwebs and large, black, hairy spiders with glowing red eyes hung all about. Mechanical bats that looked like they were really flying, and glowing ghosts in the windows.
Suddenly, something touched his shoulder.
He couldn't help but jump, terrified, with a squeak. The peer pressure, and the stress of being out alone, and everything came crashing down with a start of fear, and he started to hyperventilate as he spun around as quick as he could, the large, feathery, black wings of his crow costume nearly hitting the grown kalon standing behind him.
"Woah, there, kid, are you okay?" The big kalon asked. "Where's your parent?"
Xyris opened his mouth, but a choked sound came out, and he put his paw to his mouth as a tear slipped from his eye and into his fur.
The big kalon patted Xyris on the back, but he turned away and sprinted as fast as he could off of the porch of the house without knocking anyone over. This was exactly why he didn't like Halloween.
He ran until he got to an area of the neighborhood that was dark and empty, with no streetlights. Xyris had always found the dark comforting, in a strange, cold sort of way. There was no other kalon a around, which comforted him. He liked how well- decorated the houses were, the lights, the tombstones set up in yards with fake skeleton hands sticking out of the ground. The silence was nice too. It soothed his ears.
Eventually, his run gently faded into a jog, which slowly stopped. He sat, quietly, on the curb of the street, sifting through the extremely slight amount of candy he'd managed to gather. He sighed, defeated. His social anxiety was screwing with him again. This was the fifth time tonight he'd froze up that night
He wasn't cut out for this. He could deal with it, but it wasn't ideal.
He looked around through the dark, quiet street. It was so peaceful. If
this was Halloween, then it was good enough for him.