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Who: Creeper
What: Touring the Haunted House
Where: Carnival- Haunted House
When: After 11 pm
Interactions: Maxx, Open
Warnings: None so far
Creeper grinned at the large, imposing structure before him. Well. It was only large and imposing if one could be easily cowed, and Creeper was not easily made to do anything.
"Are you ready, Maxx?" he asked, jumping from one foot to the other in barely-suppressed anticipation. "It's been forever since I've been in a haunted house."
The large tub of cotton candy he carried was jostled back and forth, with occasional little fluffs escaping gently from the rim. Since Maxx told him about living in a box, not having enough to eat, and everything else, Creeper had formed the idea that Maxx had no true joy in his life. How could he, with so many diadvantages? Creeper viewed this carnival as a good way to start setting things right, and where better to begin than in the haunted hause? They could work their way up to the rides and games and maybe he'd win a fluffy stuffed animal for Harley- no, he shouldn't be thinking about Harley now, this night was all about Maxx!