The pair returned home, hoping to forget the night's events. Instead the failure lingered, ceasing their appetite and prankishness.
After weeks had passed, during which the pair lost their bulk. Slate considered returning to their ways, yet feared how the living had reacted after finding Mauve.
The creaking of the front door alerted the two. The loud thud signaled an intruder, much to their joy.
The pair rushed to the intruder's location, with expressions of try-hard scare intent at the ready. A moment passed before they noticed something curious about their target, something worrying, something alarming.