That last one... muy confusing. As in 'what was I on when I wrote that' confusing. Should I clarify with another chapter in Leo's POV or just let it be an example to me of why I should not write at three a.m.?

People who reviewed, all two of you, thank you sosososososo much for telling me it was not clear at all as to what was going on, because otherwise wouldn't have even known.

Hopefully this one is better

3. Pumpkin- POV of pumpkin on Halloween night.

I never knew my parents. The only memories of affection I have are the occasional water I received from the man in overalls.

I was not given a name. My siblings- there are hundreds. They sit all around me, and yet, we have no way of communication.

Day after day, we sit outside, clustered together, with nothing to do. We can't move. We can't speak.

I am lonely.

But one day, something changes. The farmer and his farmhands are cutting our stems, which are really nothing more than feeding tubes by now, and are picking up my siblings- picking up me- and hold us close. I feel... loved. We are brought to the barn and arranged by size.

People start to show up. I can hear them, feel their speech in a way that makes me think I have ears.

They pass me by. I am glanced at, but a person comes close and chooses a brother or sister of mine.

Why? Am I different? Do I have something wrong with me? Or is it them, the people, who have a problem?

I question myself for hours that day. The sun goes down. The barn is closed for the night.

I am lonely.

The sun comes back up, and more people than ever show up. They pass me by once again.

Do they not love me? Or am I simply not capable of being loved?

A woman points to me. The feeling of joy is fleeting- this has happened before.

But she tells the man next to her she wants me.

"Casey, come on. Just look at it!" She says. "It's adorable."

The man, Casey, scratches his head. "I mean, are you sure, April? The stem is kinda lopsided, and-"

She hits his arm lightly. "It doesn't matter. I think it's cute."

Casey sighs. "Sure, it's cute. Why don't you go get one of those tiny ones for Mike, Raph asked me to get one for him."

Casey comes close and picks me up. Am I going home with these people? What kind of future awaits me?

I am set down in the back of a truck. I have never left the farm before. I didn't know a life existed outside this place.

The trees fade into buildings. The noise is such a big change from the quiet farm.

I am being carried again. We're in an apartment, and there are others waiting for us. They aren't human, but they are human. It's sets me down on a table.

April rushes over to greet the turtle people. The blue one stands up when she enters, a smile on his face as the orange one squeals at the sight of my much smaller sibling. The purple one nudges the red one, who rolls his eyes and mutters something.

"April, it's perfect! How did you know? I love these little baby pumpkins, they're the best!" The orange one jumps around a bit more and hugs April.

The blue one steps forward, the smile still present on his face. "Thank you, April, Casey. We haven't had a real Halloween in years."

April waves him off. "It was our pleasure, Leo. Besides, we need someone with a steady hand to help carve the pumpkin we bought. Casey is about as good as I am when it comes to this stuff."

The red one snickered at Casey's smile. "I'm not sure that was a compliment, Case."

April led them to the room I was in. "What do you think? Something traditional or something complicated?"

The orange one spoke up first. "Traditional, definitely."

April smiled. "Traditional it is! Everyone, grab a knife."

Wait, what? Knives? What do they need knives fo-

Oh no ohnoohnoohno.

They stabbed me. My top is gone. I don't feel so good.

They're ripping out my INSIDES. NO. THERE'S A REASON THEY'RE CALLED 'INSIDES.'

Aaaand I'm empty. Hollow. Just a shell of my former self. The purple one is yelling at the orange one for eating seeds. Pumpkin seeds. Those are mine.

The blue one, Leo, is lining paper up to my surface. This isn't so bad, considering what they've just done to my-

OHMYGOD THEY STABBED MY FACE. MY FACE IS BEING CUT UP BY MANIACS.

If I had any insides left, I would have thrown up when they poked triangles out of the area they had cut up.

The paper is pulled away and I can only stare in horror at my reflection in the oven door.

They cut my face into the shape of a smile. I do not feel like smiling. And the teeth they made are not straight. This is downright cruelty.

April picks me up and leaves the apartment. I briefly wonder how my siblings are doing, if they have suffered my same fate.

She sets me on a ledge right outside the building's doors. People walk past and point at me, laughing.

I am humiliated.

She goes back inside. That night, she returns only to set me on fire. The heat is there, it feels like I will burst into flames at any second, but I don't. She goes back inside.

People of all ages come and go as the evening wears on. I am pointed at, laughed at, and almost pushed off the ledge at one point.

I was wrong before. NOW I am humiliated.

The night is over. The sun is rising, and the fire inside me has been out for a couple hours. Nobody comes to claim me.

Some days wear on, and I am tired. I can't stay up anymore. I begin to fall over.

April comes back out. I don't know how long it has been.

I am done. I have served my purpose to these people. She picks me up, no longer holding me close to her.

I see a dumpster ahead. Inside of it are the corpses of my siblings. April tosses me inside.

Everything goes black. My time is done.