Unholy Sacrifice (A Halloween Tale)
y'all last nite was actually wild. went to midnight witch coffee for my psl and the vibe was instantly messed up. srsly.
the barista looked so dead like he needed an exorcism not a shift. i asked for my venti psl w oat milk n extra whip and he just stared. then he was like in this creepy af whisper "we're out of the P S L"
i was spiraling obvi like how? its october. then i looked thru the little service window.
omg.
they werent out of syrup. in the back there was this GIANT pumpkin pulsing like it had a heartbeat. some cloaked figure was DRAININ it into a huge pot. it was like dark orange goo not puree. the other barista was chanting 'basic' but in latin im not even lying.
he looked at me and was like "the essence must be harvested. for the ritual. it must feed."
i just slammed it in reverse and flew out. tires squealing like a dying witch fr.
psl is a curse confirmed. never drinking spiced squash again. lowkey need therapy after this. plz send comforting memes. this is my villain origin story.
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