One Punch Macarona
Halloween was a rough holiday when you were afraid of your own shadow.
It was a bit worse when your best friend was a little… too enthusiastic about the ‘prank’ aspect of Halloween. Every year was relatively the same. Macarona would go out to Rawberry’s house for trick or treating thinking she knew what the demon was planning this year, only to be caught way off guard. Most years she ended almost or actually in tears and Rawberry would laugh and giggle until she felt some guilt and tried to cheer her angelic companion up by offering her a half-eaten chocolate bar.
To be honest, the angel wasn’t too eager to get up and leave her house this evening. She had been standing in her outfit and staring at her front door for a few minutes now, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles were white. She was mumbling incoherently to herself and shifting her weight between both of her legs to try and lessen her anxiety.
Eventually, she decided she need to take the bull by the horns and go for it.
The crisp autumn air sent a little shiver up the young angel’s spine. Her wings ruffled and puffed up as they usually did when she was hit by a cold front. It looked kind of dumb, but it made her feel warmer so she supposed that was what mattered the most. The brunette inwardly thanked Yosafire for deciding to wear costumes that actually had long sleeves and pants this time around- last year it’d been way too cold for short sleeves.
As she began her short trudge towards the center of the Gray Village (where Rawberry told her to wait), she jumped in response to the crunch of a leaf beneath her shoes. She bit down hard on her tongue to hold back a yelp and continued to anxiously trot forward. The angel looked over her shoulders over and over again, checking to make sure there weren’t any ghosts or goblins or monsters that would jump out and-
Hands grabbed her sides and a high-pitched, girlish voice yelled out: “BOO!”
Macarona squealed aloud and, without any hesitation at all, her fist flew forwards and struck her attacker square in the nose.
Rawberry tumbled back to the ground with a thud and a quiet little groan. Macarona had shrunk back after lashing out at the demon and brought her fists up to her face like a boxer would with her eyes screwed shut. She blinked one eye open and peered down at the pink demon on the ground and when it registered in her mind what had happened, she let out a distressed cry.
“R-Rawberry?!” She sputtered, dropping to a kneel beside the other girl. “R-R-Rawberry, Rawberry I’m s-sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you!” The brunette was sobbing, now. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she fretted over the demon. Her crying only worsened when she noticed the other’s nose was bleeding and guilt slammed into her like a truck.
“I-I’m really sorry! I’m s-sorry!”
Her little sobs and whines were cut off by a dull noise from Rawberry. That noise eventually turned into a quiet little laugh, and that quiet laugh eventually turned into a whole-hearted guffaw. The pink demon sat up and brought one hand up to her bloody nose, drawing it back to see blood dotting her finger tips. She giggled again and turned towards her still-crying (but confused) friend.
“Nice punch, Macarona!” The pink-haired demon cheered. The aforementioned angel furrowed her brows in surprise but decided… it was better not to question Rawberry’s thought process.
The demon happily bounced back up onto her feet and ran her sleeve across her face- smudging some blood on her top lip. She hoisted the still trembling and sniffling angel up to a stand and laughed again, looking more than a little too chipper about just getting socked in the face. "Rawberry got'cha good, huh?" The pink-haired girl chirped with a smug smirk. She peered over her shoulder at the trembling angel and quirked a brow upwards.
Despite the fact that her nose was still bleeding, Rawberry looked surprisingly happy. Macarona let out a quiet little sigh and laughed sheepishly, casting her friend a worried smile. "... Y-Yes, I... guess you did."
Before she could say anything else, her hand was grabbed and Rawberry was anxiously tugging Macarona in the direction of Yosafire's house, her mind jumping from the whole 'getting punched in the face' issue to 'if we wait much longer all the good candy will go missing'.
At least her priorities were set straight.