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>One day before Halloween, and with everything that’d been going on they hadn’t had much time to get ready for the festivities.
>Larson usually put up a few decorations outside the house every year. Cobwebs, string lights, and a few miscellaneous decorations you’d find for sale at those pop up Halloween stores like some tombstones, spiders, and bones.
>He didn’t host parties or anything, just put them up for the hell of it. Probably nostalgia. Most of the other houses in the neighborhood didn’t bother anymore.
>There were still a few kids he figured would be trick-or-treating this year. Felt like less and less every Halloween. Still, he felt it would be lame for the kids if at least some of the houses giving away candy didn’t decorate.
>Of course, he couldn’t really put most of the lights or fake cotton webs up himself. Paws and stuff. That was Kurt’s task.
>Larson had to go rummaging around his storage closet to find the plastic storage tub holding all the decorations.
>Typically an annoying task due to all the random crap hoarded in there, but now he could just look through objects to search for what he wanted. Thank you, special Luxray eyes.
>Man he really needed to get rid of some of this junk. A problem for another day.
>After he pushed away loose junk to make an opening, he grabbed the handle between his teeth and pulled it through the house.
>He had put up some tunes on the living room TV earlier to help get into the festive mood, but when he turned into the kitchen from the hallway, Larson couldn’t even tell what the hell was playing.
>Just the most incomprehensible bombardment of hyper edited sound and visual effects, esoteric generative AI clips, and generally low quality garbage that was unbearably loud.
>And the Porygon-Z sitting on the couch in an almost comatose trance, lobotomizing itself with Instagram brainrot.
