'Tis the season

I play a few online RPGs, PBeM, and recently ended a run playing one of my all-time favorite characters: Dot.

Dorothy Sullivan had a knack for invention that went beyond description... one might call it cyclopean, were it a tomb. In-between some of the game we ran what were known as "green room" scenes. We were permitted to let imagination run wild. During one Halloween season I presented this:

Dot nodded and finished up her lantern. It took on an
eery green backlight casting itself over her as well.
The top ripped itself open and a humanoid of pumpkin
gore and seeds lurched out, as if trying it's last to
escape a torment that its hollow eyes and wretched
face could not describe. Seeds it used as fingers,
clawing outward toward a nearby pumpkin until it
ceased, as a body, to move forward.
Out of the pulpy creature came seeds, half-hopping
in some crazed attempt at mobility, tendrils of gore
lurching forward until the seeds found themselves upon
the surface of a new, fresh, victim. They then
burrowed under the skin, a crackling noise emanating
even as the surface crawled. A face of undescribable
horror etched itself across the fore and sinewy claws
reached forth from its mouth and clutched at open air
before finding the eyes and pulling, the smell of
burning pumpkin assaulted the nostrils as it silently
screamed and the flesh melted into a bubbling mass,
leaving the crisped culprits arrayed in the center.

Dot looked on in glee, "pumpkin seeds are ready!"