apoligies for the long delay. mon and tues are bad days for me.
Jack Pumpkinhead walked around, guarding Tip's tent. She would make sure no one got even close to him. She patrolled around the perimeter holding a large mallet. If anyone came, she was ready. The beginning of the night passed uneventful as Tip slept peacefully. Something he hadn't been able to do in nights. As midnight approached, trouble brew.
As Jack continued to patrol, she could hear whispers in the nearby bushes. She raised her mallet and went to go investigate. Nothing. She returned to her post. Moments later the whispering began again. This time she tried to surprise them but again the whispers stopped right before she found anyone. She searched the bushes throughly: nothing.
She returned to her post, annoyed now. As she did the whispers started up again. This time she threw her mallet at the bushes in anger. She heard giggling. As she went toward the buses, two witches appeared out of thin air.
What shall we do with her? the first one asked.
The second one replied Let's bake a pie!
Defenseless, the two witches grabbed Jack and dissapeared again.
summary:
Spoiler
Happyturtle was killed and baked into a pie. She was Jack Pumpkinhead (Baner)
Day begins and ends in 48 hours. Again sorry for the delay.