“What do you mean, you didn't finish eating your pumpkin pie?“ her mother asked surprised. “Well, I kinda didn't like it, it was not sweet enough and I didn't like the squishiness.“ Emma replied. “Squishi...squishiness, what does that even mean? Just to be clear, you did not finish your pie? Are you serious? I put so much love in it, and the last bit of sugar your Pa and I were able to afford! Go, eat your pie!“ “But I don't want to! It's nasty without more sugar! You can eat it yourself if you like it so much! I don't wanna! It's always the same with the disgusting pie, I can't stand it anymore!“ Emma jumped up from her chair, and threw the nearly untouched pie piece in the direction of her mother. The 6 year old ran around the table, passed her shocked mother, and turned towards the door. “Emma, you know that if you don't finish your pie, Mister Gobbletooth will come and eat you!“ the mother shouted in a mix of anger and fright, but Emma was out the door already and ran into the almost barren fields of her family, which still provides enough food for them, but nothing more to sell. Although her mother's words were spoken too late for Emma to hear, she already know perfectly what her mother was saying. Mister Gobbletooth! What a nonsense! Since Emma was able to talk, her parents did warn her of the monster, that would come for her if she would not eat up her pumpkin pie. No other food was attended with crazy stuff like that, only any form of pumpkin. The smart girl knew, that Mister Gobbletooth was nothing more than a legend to scare little children and force them to eat pumpkin, what Emma always has hated. So today was the last day on which she would taste that disgusting orange capot, as well as she would no longer believe in that stupid scary story. Angrily she sat down on a log, and stared at the sun going down. A monster which eats children who don't finish their pumpkin pie. What a stupid thing. Why even pumpkins? She laughed at her silly mother, for she has recognised that everything about that creature was a lie. She would never fell for it again. Still in her angry thoughts, Emma did not hear the stompy footsteps, which started silently and far away. Not at first. Not until there was a panting and gnarling noise too, and the stank of rotting flesh and...pumpkin filled the clear air. The last thing Emma did in her life, was turning around and scream for her mother...
Ok, here we go it was fun modelling and panting him, and as I mentioned in the WIP thread, maybe on day I can field him as Squig I wasn't able to finish the base, but that's not too bad I hope.
Thanks for the challenge and entries everyone, and let's have fun with voting!