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Random Pov

One day a year, a cool breeze tends to creep into Death City. The sky turns a shade darker as a cheery and thrilled atmosphere arises. Pumpkins were aglow and the suns grimace seemed a bit wider. Yes, it was Halloween.

"Kid, Hi!" Kid turned around instantly to the sound of the voice. He was greeted with what once used to be a familiar sight. Ritzy ran towards him, long yellow hair streaming behind her, silver reading glasses perched on the end of her nose, large golden eyes crossed cutely, a large silly grin on her face, her plain blue tank top on, and her favorite puppet wrapped around her neck.

Sure, her hair was oily and limp, sure her glasses weren't polished, sure there were almost pitch black bags under her eyes, sure her grin looked strained, sure her tank top was baggy on her now, and sure her puppet looked more glassy eyed and lifeless than usual. But she was here. And that was more than he could have hoped for. Especially today.

"Oh hello Ritzy. Thank you for coming to help me with my baking things."

"No problemo. Why are you baking a cake anyways Kid? Not to sound rude, but you don't really seem like the baking type." The pep in her voice was gone already. Could she have forgotten...?

"Well, I was hoping that we could possibly bake it together. Considering what today is and all."

"Hm? What's today?" So she had forgotten. What a derp. A cute derp, but still a derp. Kid had a shocked look on his face for a second, then let out a chuckle.

"It's Halloween... don't tell me that you forgot about your own birth day!"

It was silent. The little color left in Ritzy's face drained away as an expression of panic covered her completely. Before Kid could say anything, she took off, darting away from him and back to her home. Long stride after fear driven stride. The only sound was the sound of her sneakered feet slapping against the cobblestone ground. Bam bam bam. Arms pumped at her sides, almost urging her to go faster than she already was. Never before had her heart hammered so hard inside of her heaving chest. Those pale hands off hers burned inside off her gloves. Oh how badly she wanted to rip them off. To be free of them.

Not even slowing down as she ran up the stairs, she finally reached her apartment. Wrenching open the door, she flung herself inside. Gasping for breath she doubled over, panting and huffing. "Shine todays my... birth... day..."

"Happy fifteenth birthday Ritzy!" well damn. damn damn damn. All of her friends were there, the room covered haphazardly with balloons and a few presents and cards. Forcing a grin onto her face and ignoring Shine's worried glances from behind Maka, Ritzy straightened herself up. "Th-thanks guys! This is all so nice of you to do!"

Tsubaki took a step forward. "Well, it's the least we could do for you on your birth day. Besides, we know you'd do the same for any of us."

"Yeah, forgetting your birthday wouldn't be good."

Beads of sweat began to prick up all over Ritzy, her vision wavering. Since when was this room so hot?

"Eh, well thanks again! I need to go to the kitchen for a sec..." Once again before anyone could say anything, she rushed into the kitchen. Flinging open the cabinet she grabbed her pill bottle and forced it open. Hurriedly popping a pill into her mouth she swallowed it dry. Nothing changed. Panicking and swallowing another, she lost her patience and dumped all of them down her throat. It burned in her dry and chalky throat. Stumbling to the fridge, she opened it and chugged down a whole carton of orange juice.

The acidic taste began to fill her mouth. Not caring, she opened up a second carton and drank it all down. Bile filled her mouth and she swallowed it, almost relishing the taste. Knees feeling weak, she dropped to the ground and threw up, orange vomit everywhere. Wasting no time, she lapped it all up, only to vomit again and repeat the process. She was in too much in mad bliss to realize the burning on her skin. To notice that her gloves were gone. To notice that she was now wearing a vomit stained flowy black dress. To notice the black witch's hat with a top shaped like a crow resting on her head. To notice that her friends were right in front of her, watching in horror.

"S-sister... oh sister." Was all Crona could mutter before Ritzy could pass out in a pool of filth, all made by her.