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Episodes Of Minneapolis: The Great Pumpkin	By : JaxRhapsody Category: Comics > Peanuts Views: 447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He lit the bowl on fire, it sizzled and sparked, nearly instantly, vines wrapped around Sally’s ankles and wrist, pulling her down, climbing up her legs, up her arms, wrapping around her neck, just tight enough, she could breath.
“I submit you myself as a tether to this plain, and your harvest gift; a virgin lost in love!”
“Linus, what is this,” she squeaked, “please, what’s going on?”
“You might wanna bite on this,” he stuck an unused ear of maize in her mouth, firmly.
“We embrace your arrival!”
Linus rose Sally’s shirt, and bra, her eyes were wide, more vines wrapped around her hips, all she could do is stare as Linus took the knife, carving a jack-o-lantern face in her stomach. She tried to scream, she tried to break free, she could feel her skin and flesh tear, the cool air more, stuck, she felt the vines dig their tendrils under her skin, it stung as bad as the knife.
“Damn… Sally… you are sexy,” he groped her tits, “this short time I actually got to know you; I think we would’ve been a great couple.”
Sally thought she saw things of nightmares around them, he rubbed the pumpkin flesh and seeds in her stomach, the seeds started taking root deep in her, the vines were growing quick, sucking her virgin blood. Linus slammed the knife in her heart. He pulled the cob from her mouth.
“Why… why Linus, she wheezed.
“Tell me… one last time.”
“Why’d you… do this? I… I… I loved you my…Sweet Baboo.”
“I love you too,” he kissed her.
He saw her last breath, as the vines from her stomach wrapped around him, he watched her body pulled under the dirt, color draining from her.
“Behold, I am The Great Pumpkin King,” a voice hissed.
“Finally,” Linus struggled to speak.
“Eat child,” a hand handed him pumpkin seeds, “as long as you walk this earth, I will always return.”
The vines released him, pulling their tendrils from his skin, leaving him marked. A large pumpkin started to grow, while the vines reached for the sky, forming what looked like a twisted scarecrow. Eyes opened on the pumpkin, then a toothy Cheshire smile with sharp teeth. Linus eyes glowed orange.
“She really loved you, child.”
“I know, but I had to prove you were real, after all these years, sire.”
“What must be done, must be,” Pumpkin King mused, “Time for… mischief night… something wrong, child- err what is your name?”
“My name is Linus Van Pelt, sire. I’m still a little mad about my friends and the other kids; they… they never believed you were real, they had an intervention earlier to get me to stop waiting for you every year, then I found out, before I decided to be done with it, that you had to be summoned.”
“Oh? What’s an intervention?”
“It’s when a persons friends and family gather together to try and convince you that you need help, or to stop whatever addiction or obsession you have.”
“Well I’m here and real,” he cackled, “shall we prove them wrong, and maybe teach them a lesson?”
“Yes, my sire.”
“Wonderful! Seek them out, tell the deniers I exist!”
With that, Linus ran off to the diner.

Linus walked in the diner and saw some friends of his, and other kids.
“He’s real! The Great Pumpkin King is real!”
“Man… this again?! I thought you were done with that buffoonery,” Franklin cried out.
“No! See, I was doing it all wrong! I was waiting. See… I was done, I was, I took one last look in that book, and realized he had to be summoned!”
“After all that, you went and did it again?! You promised, Linus,” Peppermint Patty held his shoulder, “look man, I wanna believe ya, but never has he shown up since fifth grade… he’s not real.”
“Unbeliever,” his eyes glowed orange, he grabbed her hand with a twist and snapped her arm at the elbow, “he is real, and has risen tonight!”
“My arm! Fuck, Linus, you broke my arm,” she cried out.
Linus pulled a crate of eggs out, Marcie ran to Patricia’s side, he threw a few eggs at them so hard, one cracked one of Marcie’s lenses.
“That’s enough,” Franklin jumped up and punched Linus straight in the face.
Linus cackled as his head snapped back, he gave him a hard shove, sending him flying back to his table.
“Unbelievers! You just don’t understand what I sacrificed to bring him here!
“They said he had been acting weird, but that was an understatement,” said Shermy bewildered.
“I’m calling the cops,” the owner yelled.
Suddenly from the back, he was grabbed by the Pumpkin King, “no… the constables will be of no help to you.
He held him up by the throat, shoving seeds down it, tossing him over the counter near Patricia and Marcie, with that, he was gone. The owner got up, choking, pumpkin vines grew inside of him, piercing his skin as he stumbled around screaming. They could see them under his clothes, tearing through, to the ground, then parts swelled. Pumpkins. They grew, the boys freaked out, as one blew out his crotch, his arms, neck, torso burst as the inner vines produced well ripe pumpkins. Everybody screamed.
“I told you he’s real,” Linus growled, he laughed, coughing up a seed at his foot that took root.
They made a beeline passed him out the door. The pumpkins split, having slight jack-o-lantern faces, dripping blood.
Franklin and Marcie helped Patricia out, she called Charlie.
“Hey Peppermint Patty, what’s up?”
“Linus… Great Pumpkin…real… evil,” she gasped before passing out from shock.
“What? Great Pumpkin?! Is he at it again? Hello…Peppermint Patty!”
All he heard was voices in the background, clacking and the phone going dead.
“Patricia, you’re too hurt to call him… sir! Sir!”
“She passed out, get her phone, we gotta get her home and call an ambulance,” Franklin yelled.
Linus ventures towards their side looking for more of his friends.
“Hey, Linus! Good to see you’re done with that Great Pumpkin bullshit I hope,” Joe laughed.
Linus eyes glowed, “he’s real, and he’s coming for all of you unbelievers!”
“We tried it Charlie and Lucy’s way, guess we gotta slug it outta him,” Joe approached.
“If you don’t believe, you pay.”
“Sure pal,” he rested an arm on his shoulder, “let’s see what you got!”
Linus belted him in the stomach, he puked, backing away.
“Thibault, Shermy, he wheezed, “get’em.”
They rushed him, Shermy got in his face, Linus coughed, sending a seed down his throat, this time his eyes glowed orange and Shermy stopped, turned and started pounding on Tibault. Linus laughed, walking away. The Pumpkin King had been scouting all his friends and classmates finding Violet, Lucy, and Patty.
“What’s that noise,” Patty asked.
“What noise,” Violet wondered.
More noises.
“It’s probably Snoopy, you know how he gets,” Violet said.
“Or… it’s The Great Pumpkin,” Lucy teased.
“King,” a voice said.
“What, who is that, get out here,” Lucy demanded.
“Announce me correctly; Great Pumpkin King,” he emerged from the bushes.
He swiped at them, slicing Lucy and Violets shirts. Vines grabbed Patty’s ankles, dragging her down.
“Help,” she cried and hollered, “Lucy! Violet! Help!”
They grabbed her and pulled, she cried and screamed, they couldn’t get her free, she was snatched away, all they heard was a high-pitched scream, them silence. It took a moment before they realized the Great Pumpkin King was still there, about to take another swipe. They both bolted, just as his claws raked Lucy’s back, she cried out, but they kept running.
Linus found Frieda walking home.
“Well look at you, beautiful,” he greeted.
“Oh, hey Linus, of course I’m beautiful.”
“Because of your curly, luscious, red hair,” he smiled.
“You know it,” she giggled.
“You know… they call Halloween Eve, Mischief Night. I wouldn’t want some jerk like Joe Agate, or Freddie Fabulous pulling some childish prank, like throwing eggs on you. Care if I escort such a beautiful girl?”
“Oh, I think I’ll be fine.”
“But your hair, I know how much work you put in to it, you wouldn’t want eggs soiling it.”
“You’re right,” she gasped, “you’d protect my hair?”
“Beagle Scouts honor. And may I say; you and your hair are perfect for this time a year,” he held his arm out.
“How so,” she linked her arm in his.
“Well… look around, all these fall colors, reds and oranges of the trees… perfect backdrop to lay eyes on you, your hair is like a blaze! You, you’re like an autumn queen.”
“Oh Linus,” she giggled.
“A queen of Halloween, how’s that sound?”
“You charmer, you!”
Suddenly he pushed her against the tree.
“What are you-”
He pushed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply, pushing a seed down her throat, with release he saw her green eyes turn orange.
“Join me, my queen, we will meet the Great Pumpkin King soon enough.”
“Yes my king,” she linked arms with him.

“I can’t believe that thing got Patty,” Lucy cried.
“Almost got us!”
They sat at a bus stop looking over their cuts.
“Shit… they’re kinda deep… they hurt,” Violet winced, touching them
“He got me twice. Who was that?!”
“He said he was The Great Pumpkin King! He’s real, he’s real, your brother was right!”
“Calm down, Vee, he can’t be real, he just can’t be! Frieda! Frieda’s probably still out here,” she pulled out her phone.
“Hey Lucy, wonderful night tonight, huh,” Frieda answered.
“No, you need to get home quick, me and Violet just got attacked by some guy running around, he-”
“He said he was The Great Pumpkin King,” Violet blurted out.
“He got Patty, I think he… he killed her,” Lucy cried.
“It’s fine, Lucy,” she calmly replied.
“How?! How is this fine, we are both sliced up,” Lucy cried.
“Because I’m with Linus, nothing will happen to me.”
“Patty could be dead, Frieda,” Violet yelled.
“Oh, that’s because she didn’t believe, sweetie… oh Linus, that’s the spot, that feels so good.”
“Wh-what?!”
“Your tongue feels so good down… yeah, Lucy… of course he killed her, she didn't believe. I can’t wait to… fuck yes… meet him… he’s going to find you again.”
“What’s going on… where are you at?”
“I’m Linus’ Halloween Queen, we-we’re consummating in, oooo, in the pumpkin patch in my living room.”
“A what,” Violet cried out.
“It’s what’s left of my parents,” she giggled, “they didn’t believe, either.”
“What has Linus done,” Lucy freaked out.
“He summoned The Great Pumpkin King… what… gotta go, nice knowing you.” She hung up.
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