Illiam [♂] .&&. Ean [♂]
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Illiam stared at the caravan. It wasn't the most impressive thing in the universe- it was held together in a way that suggested it's imminent demise. Piles and piles of candy were visible from above the wooden table, set up to barter and trade on. A black and orange banner was draped like a curtain, proclaiming "Halloween Candy Hunt" in large, friendly letters.
He looked down at his hands. They were holding an orange sack that was much too large for its cargo- two pieces of toffee and two candy bars. It had taken him forever to get those. He had to do this.
So taking a big breath, squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest, he walked purposely and dutifully to the caravan. There was no turning back at this point.
A few people were there, spending what was left of their candy on fripperies and fieriness. When it dwindled out to just himself, Illiam stepped cautiously up to the window. There was no one there.
He glanced around a bit- they had to be talking to
someone, he had seen candy go in a plushies come out. But no one was visible behind the wooden table.
He was about to just vault over the small fence that separated him and the prizes, when a tiny, chirping voice caught his ears.
"May I help you, sir?" Said the voice. Illiam was no less confused. Then he looked down. A petite girl in a grey and white dress stared up at him, smiling with saccharine sweetness.
She probably had the most candy in the entire country.
Illiam was terrified of her.
He coughed a bit, in embarrassment, and emptied the bag onto the wooden table.
He couldn't quite meet her eyes when he asked, "can I have my brother back, please...?"
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Great story though! I like it 
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