Looking around in wonder, Bluebell was glad she never went anywhere without her de-gun on her. Just in case. Still… nothing her looked terrifying, more just… unsettling. Like watching that girl’s head spin around. That was… yeah that was fucked up.
Placing a hand on her hip, Bell looked up at the taller girl, “Digging the gothic princess look. Just don’t tell me you’re the witch of Halloweens past. Because I am not interested in changing my evil ways.”
She was still somewhat worried one of the candies she’d eaten earlier was laced with something. Maybe Psycho Delic had gassed her as a holiday prank?
Scarborough arched an eyebrow, then threw back her head and cackled, grinning her skeleton grin. It fit just as well on her own rag doll face as it did on her father’s skull. “Oh, Branwenn, you were right!” she exclaimed, talking to the raven on her shoulder. “This one really is new to Halloween Town!” She flicked a lock of auburn and jet yarn-like hair over her unoccupied shoulder and turned her attention back to the costumed being. “If I were a witch, I’d be flying about with them. I’m Scarborough Skellington, Princess of the Pumpkin Patch,” she said with another joyous cackle.
Bluebell arched her eyebrows at the girl, that smile really made her feel like this had to be a dream, “Halloween town huh?” rocking back on her heels with her hands on her hips, she decided it was best just to roll with it for now, “Megamind, Incredibly Criminal Genius Handsome Mistress of all Villainy of Metrocity.”
She rhymed the city name with atrocity, as in her mind, that’s what it was. Her chin held high, she grinned widely, showing her real teeth under the painted on ones, “But you can just call me, Megamind.”
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