"South Stockton, a town like every other in the Brikverse. A remote location built on nothing but stock material where the citizens go about their daily lives of gratuitous violence and senseless mayhem. But tonight it's eerily silent, for the Hellhunt is coming...And this year, South Stockton surrenders itself to..."
"The Halloween Hellhunt Brik or Treat Battle Royale! Good evening everyone, this is Gayle Gossip bringing you the event of the year in South Stockton!"
"Everyone's absolutely thrilled to the bone, as our very first Brik or Treat Battle Royale is about to start! Four brave contestants have worked their way up to qualify for this competition, surviving through several harsh challenges just to get their chance for the Brik or Treat main prize: A lifetime supply of free candy! Let's go meet our lucky few, shall we?"
"Hi there, champ! Could you tell the audience what are you dressed as?"
"I'M THE PINK NINJA!"
"Woah! Careful with those shuriken! Those aren't real, are they?"
"How about you, dear? Oooh, that hair looks amazing!"
"My dad did it for me, I'm a witch!"
"And what an adorable witch you are."
"Call me adorable again and I'll put a curse on you."
"What's that, dear?"
"And look at you, what an amazing kitty costume!"
"Thanks, I made it for a furfig convention."
"A what now."
"You wouldn't understand. Boomer."
"Little brat...Oh hello, what an adorable teddy bear costume!"
The child in the bear costume says nothing, instead just breathing heavily...
A few awkward seconds of silence later..
"Aaaaalright, I think that was everyone. Good luck on the Brik or Treat, everyone! Gayle Gossip, signing off!"
The bear figure walks away...
"Alright, let's get out of here. This town is giving me the creeps!"
"Hey, anyone else feeling...Off?"
Gayle and her crew cringe in agony as their bodies begin to twitch against their will.
"My head...What is...What is happening?"
"MAKE IT STOP! THE PAIN! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!"
WARNING: THIS IS YOUR NEW BACKGROUND MUSIC. THIS IS NOT A TEST.
Three ghastly abominations arise as horrifying wails and inane cackling fills the air...
DOOT DOOT! DOOT DOOT! DOOT DOOT!
The skeleton can't help but use the car horn for dooting, alerting the whole surroundings to the event...
Far above South Stockton, three figures are watching the chaos unfold...
"Huh. So those OT lamps actually work. Colour me surprised, considering they're just replikas."
"Surprise is an element, not a colour."
"They look so cute in their little costumes! We should've done this a long time ago!"
"We just got here, and the Halloween Hellhunt is once a year. Also, most of those brats are sociopaths who are only there because they crushed everyone else under their smelly little feet. There's nothing 'cute' about those little monsters."
"Girls, let's not forget what we're here for. If the lamps work, so will the kollection device!"
"And once we've kollected enough real Ossum, we can revive father and begin our Konquest of the Brikverse!"
"That's great and all but..."
"What if we don't get the right thing from these kids? What if they screw it up and we end up with a bunch of clumsiness energy instead? Or worse, they solve things peacefully."
"If we don't get to revive daddy with this thing, we'll just use it destroy mother's colleagues!"