[ WP ] You are leaving a Halloween party and heading home . You are dressed as a very convincing monster . As you walk home a figure approaches you . It 's a real monster and it thinks you are one too . It greets you ...

It was, Stephen opined, an awkward situation for all. On one side, a young man dressed in an excellent rendition of a Barghest and on the other, a towering mass of mucus excreting tentacles. The two had bumped into each other outside of the town Halloween gathering. There had been some mumbled greetings and appreciative comments about each other's costumes before the Shoggoth had burped, regurgitating a stream of half-digested candy. 
 
 `` Uh... you okay?'' Stephen asked cautiously. It burbled something back and he nodded his head, hoping that had been a yes. Several rubbery limbs wiped away the sick with lethargic motions. The creature straightened slowly and sighed wetly. It seemed to hesitate for a moment before gesturing to the puddle of bubbling vomit. `` I wo n't tell anyone about it.'' 
 
 The chtonic abomination gave him a pat on the shoulder before flowing towards the festivities. Stephen let loose a relieved shudder, breathing hard, when he something growled in greeting behind him. He turned slowly and stared into the predatory eyes of a werewolf. 
 
 `` I take it back. I fucking hate Halloween.''
