The path takes you through old rusty gate guarding a moonlit garden with a huge batch of pumpkins still attached to their stems yet carved out, their smiles and grins glowing ominously, all facing the gate you just stumbled through as if waiting for your arrival. And among them, a boy in a tight, somewhat revealing feminine red and black witch garb complete with a big pointy twisted hat, his lithe form covered in dancing shadows created by the soft orange glow emanated by, surely, his own decorations. His dark eyes lock onto you, smirk playing across his features as he extends one hand towards you, a perfectly polished red apple sitting in his palm in a clear offer to you.

Will you accept the offer from this witch? (Y/N)
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Yet ANOTHER gift by my way too kind dork  zamari
Drawn by the awesome  sootsprite