Because why not make some Halloween fluff? :D

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The man held his knife, looking at the delicate skin, considering what to carve it into. Thousands of possibilities flashed across his mind, from a giant smile to his own initials. He began to slice, sawing his knife up and down. He had always enjoyed this holiday, and ever since he was a little kid he had celebrated it. Though he would never admit it, he loved seeing all the cute little children in their costumes. "Those were the days…" he thought to himself, reminiscing on his trick-or-treating excursions.

He looked with annoyance to the man whose head was in his hands. He was still struggling against his ropes, making it hard to cut his flesh precisely. Jim Moriarty pulled his hand back and punched the man in the head, trying to get the message across. When the man continued to struggle, Jim put his hands around his neck and pressed in with his thumbs. Humming to himself, he held the man there until he was unconscious, then went back to work. With skillful efficiency that only comes with years of experience, a T formed its way into the man's forehead, quickly followed by a R, A,I, T,O, and R. The man had begun regaining consciousness. Jim waited until he was fully awake then began sawing at the man's fingers. They popped quickly off, and Jim threw them to the side. Finished, he drew an iron rod. Opening the man's mouth, he pushed it down into his trachea. He watched the man as he struggled against the pole, unable to dislodge it. Finally, the man asphyxiated, and Jim started the tiresome process of carving up the man's body for easy packing.