DoA - Drawlloween 2020: Hack-o-Lantern

Malachite looked down at the pumpkin which he had decided to buy, Spessartine somewhat laying next to him, the pair looking at it rather perplexed. What were they meant to do with it, especially considering it didn’t come with instructions. All the duo knew was that they were meant to work together to somehow get this done together and make a shape in it for some reason. What face they were meant to create, they also had no idea, just something for other people to look at and be entertained by, that’s all that came to Malachite’s mind.

“So, did we even get tools to be able to break this thing…?” Spessartine asked quietly, staring down at the pumpkin as Malachite moved his head to sniff at it as it was just simply in the white sands. She rumbled softly, watching as Malachite opened his maw to gentle bite into the skin of the pumpkin. It was a semi-hard surface and he pulled away with a huff, looking back to Spessartine, “Unfortunately, all we received was a simple explanation and the pumpkin. No tools, no how-to’s, simply nothing.”

Spessartine nodded as she pulled her head a little closer to the pumpkin, eying off the marking that Malachite had made with his teeth. “It seems like there’s some sort of orange flesh underneath it, but I don’t think that you should bite it any more… It’s not exactly pretty.”

She was a little brutal, but Malachite nodded, understanding his point. He smiled softly, nodding, before he laughed in amusement, “Why don’t you use your spines and hack away at it?” He suggested, his tone genuinely jokingly, but Spessartine’s eyes suddenly gleamed with a sinister look.

“Okay.”

“WAIT—” Malachite didn’t even have a chance to stop her before the spines dug into the pumpkin, hacking away the surface of the skin, as well as gouging out the flesh. She laughed as Malachite whined loudly, the side of the pumpkin practically exploding out from the spines as she pulled her tail away, sheepishly grinning.

“Oops.” She said, the grin still on her face as she looked rather happy with what she had done, even if Malachite began to raise the jack-o-lantern up to look at it, absolutely gouged and destroyed.

“Think we have any chances of scaring anyone with this… Hack-o-lantern?” He asked dryly, the side broken, massive sections hanging onto the main pumpkin by the skin, barely attached.

Spessartine grinned widely, “All we can do is try~”