“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”
Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.
“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”
“….Mommy and daddy are at home.” She looked off to the side, knowing adults hated that. They hated how she went off on her own. But she didn’t see what the big deal was. “I’m a…big girl!”
“Not very big, though,” Minion corrected, “But then I’m not very big either.”
He spun around in the tank of his suit, “When we aren’t very big, that means its dangerous to go alone. It’s alright to need help. That’s why Sir built me this suit.”
“Why don’t I walk you back home, little Miss? We can get more candy on the way back. By the way, my name’s Minion, what’s yours?”
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