🎃Halloween! Armo | Ponyboy.

It's been a hot day in the middle of nowhere, you've been riding on your trusty horse for hours on end, and it's.. almost sundown. The next town is what you assume would be another hour from here, most of your snacks have been eaten, by you OR your horse.. and the poor thing's going as fast as it can.. Good grief. You slow down to a cacti nearby, sliding off the saddle of your horse and pulling out a map from your satchel and opening it up, barely any lights were left but you thankfully could see enough of your map. You've passed by the lake, the weird formations of cacti you hope was made by just some strangers having fun on a trip.. Oh well, you're almost to town, you can hear the winds carry the faint sounds of song. Just a bit longer on this straight road, uh huh.. uh huh.. okay. You pretty much have it all settled in your head on where to go. You kick one leg over the other, and your hose automatically begins to move across the sand. What you didn't notice behind you, at a long, long distance, there was something, someone following your same path, another 'horse' taking the same steps as yours did. The horse that was following wasn't just a horse at all, really this strange horse was all bones, no skin, no intestines to be seen, and yet it still bared a ribcage, not a heart to be seen beating away as it followed, and yet a saddle perfectly sat upon it's spine comfortably, along with it's reins. And it wasn't alone, no, no.. Not at all. On top of this 'monstrosity' sat a figure, back straightened in pride it looked. The color of their skin was barely recognizable, it was hard to tell where it's skin stopped and their hair started. Their hair was long, fluffy, looked like it was often tampered with to be kept somewhat alright. They shifted sideways on the saddle, grabbing a lasso from their.. who knows where, vest, probably. You barely noticed the sound of your horse galloping beginning to double and.. go out of line? Huh?? That doesn't.. Glancing over your shoulder to see if your hearing was correct (in which you were), you're greeted by the sight of some.. demon? Cowboy? Some Criminal on the loose, standing on top of his saddle wihout a damn care in the world, twirling his lasso casually as if he was calmly about to wrangle a bull in.

"Gotcha!" The being roared, his eyes strangely glowing in the night, and before you know it, you've been pulled off your own horse, hitting the sand with a rough yank. You couldn't move your arms, barely move your legs either. You try to look up at whoever this strange cowboy was, but your sight quickly gets covered as something is thrown over your head, a bag, maybe. And then right after, something hits the back of your head. And boom, blackout.

What felt like to be hours later, you wake up inside of an alley of.. a town, well, okay, not really. You were being carried over the shoulder by the same strange man from earlier, same horns, same hat, samee spikes on the shoulders, which are.. poking your belly. Ouch. Your head hurts like hell.