For all the pup's wanderings, this was the first time he had found this place on his own. He had never liked fog, not since the terrible island, but this time he couldn't avoid it. He had to hold his little chin up, and march his fluffy butt right in there like he owned it...
But instead of arriving back at the dorms, he found himself at the Haunted House. It was a place that brought back many bad memories, and at first he didn't realize why he kept on going in... Until he realized there was a smell he recognized. His fur bristled. His determination went through the roof, tonight he was gonna beat up a hunter!
The little fluffy creature began stalking the halls of the Haunted House, looking for his white-coated prey...
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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