Halloween is here once again, and you've come prepared. You don’t want to become like your grumpy dad and busy mom who never passed out candy to children. You want to have some fun, make these kids have a Halloween they’ll never forget. You went all out and got the kind of candy that parents HOPE aren't being passed around. King-sized bars, shareable sizes, the kinds that kids will most likely save for last. Doorbell after doorbell, you start to notice more and more trick-or-treaters are coming between each group. You can’t even sit back down on the couch to watch TV! “Secret is out,” you think to yourself as you roll your eyes playfully and scoff, “they must’ve told their friends who told their friends… who ALSO told their friends.” No matter, you still got lots to pass around. If you’re lucky, you might even get to keep some for yourself.

Time passes, and before you know it, it’s twenty minutes to ten. The amount of trick-or-treaters stopping by begins to diminish. Your last customer is a young little girl, dressed as the 5th Elsa you’ve seen tonight. You wish her and her parents goodnight and a Happy Halloween. Finally, you close your door and feel like the festivities were completely over. You have just a handful of candy left. Not bad. Sounds like a good time to treat yourself. After all, you did buy these with your own money. You deserve something for yourself, it’s not just for kids. But, before you even reach for a king size bar, you feel… something. It almost feels like an Earthquake! However, the shake in the ground is rhythmic, kind of like big, slow stomps. What IS that? Teens now out and causing mischief? There’s no music that you can hear. Whatever it is, it’s getting stronger! A picture of you and your family falls from its place at the top of the shelf, the spices in your cabinet shake with each stomp! It’s coming right to your front door! Who… or WHAT is that thing?!

The doorbell rings. Silence falls over. You can only hear your heart beating in your ears. You slowly approach the door. Was this a trick-or-treater? Perhaps a prank from your friends? You won’t know until you open the door. You probably shouldn’t open the door, but you’re already reaching for the doorknob. What if it IS a trick-or-treater? It wouldn’t be fair to leave them out in the dark after all the kids got candy. Those stomps, though. What could they possibly belong to?

You open the door and are met with… fur. A whole doorframe of fur! It glows from the light in your house, making it bright cream color with a mix of brown. While stunned and trying to make out what you’re looking at, your thoughts are interrupted when a low, deep, yet shy voice with some stuttering sprinkled in begins to speak.

“T-Trick or treat!” the big brown figure says. The voice comes from above you. You look up and are met with a pair of glowing, soft yellow eyes with brown pupils. You see their messy hair, big ears sprouting out, chubby and scruffy cheeks being pushed up by the visitor’s sheepish grin, their big, almond-shaped nose sticking out. This trick-or-treater is huge compared to their tiny jack-o-lantern basket raised to their fluffy chest, being squished by its large tree trunk arms. If you didn’t know any better, it looked like a giant, dark brown werewolf! You’d almost mistaken it for a bear, especially with their enormous belly! Although you’re shocked by the size of this trick-or-treater, you don’t feel scared. Even if they really are a werewolf, their sheepish grin makes them far less intimidating, especially with that childish pose and their little jack-o-lantern basket.
[11:05 AM]
“I-I hope it’s not too late!” He says nervously, the smile slowly becoming a concerned frown. “Y-you weren’t sleeping, were you?”

The big lug talks to you about how he was shy to go trick or treating because of his massive size, and the fact that he didn’t have friends to stroll with. He didn’t want another Halloween to pass by, he wanted to participate and enjoy himself rather than be home alone.
You tell him that there’s no need to apologize, there’s still some candy left. After he tugged at your heart strings, you decide to give up your whole stash of candy for him. That puppy smile he gave you was almost hypnotic, imploring you to give it away.

When you dump the candy into his basket, his small smile grows into a shining, toothy grin, revealing his fangs and more of his eyes behind his bangs. Past all that fluff and fat, you catch a quick glimpse of his tail wagging.

The werewolf waves goodnight and wishes you a Happy Halloween as he slowly stomps off your porch and into the night. His tail still wags as he looks at the loot you just gave him. You didn’t have any candy left for you, but seeing this big beast overjoyed with candy was enough of a treat for you.

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Thanks to  scottc for the patreon reward! It came out SO WELL! And to those who helped me write this story as well with editing and reading! Hope you guys had a GREAT and STUFFED Halloween!
God bless! ✌