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Happy Halloween to everyone! Here is a doodle for 10/2024!

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Under the soft glow of street lamps, Halloween night was alive with laughter, costumes, and the crunch of autumn leaves. Down the lively streets walked a wolf, but this was no ordinary wolf. He wore a gleaming orange rubber jumpsuit that hugged his form, accentuating every sleek line. The suit squeaked with each step, and green gloves and boots completed the look, making him as vibrant as a cartoon character come to life. His eyes glowed an unsettling yellow, like liquid gold under moonlight, and patches of his dark fur shone under the streetlights, as if woven from rubber.

People's eyes darted to him, laughter ringing out at his outlandish outfit. Some, however, admired his boldness, showering him with comments about his confidence. With a mysterious smile, he tipped his head in acknowledgment and even performed the occasional magic trick. Coins vanished, little sparks popped in his hands, and children gasped, momentarily hypnotized by his tricks. His performances drew attention, and it wasn't long before he encountered a small group of rowdy young adults who laughed and whispered as he approached.

"Hey, wolf-man!" called one with a smirk. "Nice outfit. Did you escape from a party store?"

The wolf stopped and met the man's gaze, his grin widening. "Thank you," he replied smoothly, holding out a shimmering orange lollipop. "Think you can handle my special treat? It's a little... unconventional." The lollipop, with its glossy, liquid center, was a vibrant, swirling orange, seemingly innocent and enticing.

With a scoff, the young man snatched the lollipop from the wolf's hand, grinning defiantly as he popped it into his mouth. The wolf murmured, "Good luck," his toothy grin fixed on the troublemaker.

In that moment, things changed. The candy dissolved in his mouth faster than any ordinary treat, flooding his senses with an oddly warm, gooey sensation that dripped down his chin. As he reached up to wipe his mouth, he realized the candy was doing more than melting; it was spreading. The liquid orange goo oozed around his lips, creeping up his face, even covering one eye, which turned bright yellow like the wolf's.

"What the...?" he muttered, his voice muffled as the rubbery substance thickened. It moved down his neck, encasing him, leaving his skin as shiny as polished glass. His face morphed into a snout, and his ears reshaped into tiny, perky tiger ears. He frantically tried to pull the goo away, but the more he struggled, the faster it spread. His fingers merged into a mitten-like paw, completely useless as the rubber engulfed his hand. Soon, both hands were covered in rubber, rendering them useless. The prankster tried desperately to struggle, to stop the layers of rubber that were continuously pouring out from the candy spreading all over his body, but his efforts were futile.

As the transformation progressed, his head and body took on a new, compact shape, forming into that of a rubber tiger cub. The goo solidified into a lustrous, seamless coat, and his body shrank down until he was no larger than a toy, his eyes wide but glassy. The little rubber tiger cub now stood perfectly still, a remnant of its former self locked within a shiny, inanimate body, still holding the lollipop in its mouth.

"You're supposed to suck it out, not let it cover up your body," the wolf commented on the fate of the troublemaker. He went over, picked up the rubber tiger toy, and with his other hand, grabbed the lollipop and pulled it out of the rubber tiger toy's mouth. A satisfying "POP" sound accompanied the lollipop emitting a shimmering blue light after being pulled out. The wolf watched it glimmer for a moment before placing it in his own mouth, biting down as it shattered into shimmery dust.

With the tiny, rubber tiger cub now motionless, soft, and squeezable, the wolf lifted it with care. It was entirely under his control. Tucking the tiger neatly into his back pocket, he gave a satisfied pat. It would make a perfect addition to his collection—or perhaps a gift for another.

With his prize tucked away, the wolf wandered off, leaving the remaining friends staring after him in silent, horrified awe. No one spoke a word as they watched the rubber-clad wolf strut down the street, his squeaky rubber suit fading into the shadows, leaving behind an unsettling memory of the night's events.