Hungry Pumkin and the Bailiff’s Farm

“Pumkin, we need to go now. We can’t stay here.” Cain insisted.

“I agree. Let’s leave.” Pumkin agreed.

Pumkin sprinted through the town, heading for the outskirts. He passed the church, the post office, and the school. At last, he reached the edge of town. He slowed down, panting heavily. He turned around to look back, and saw a crowd gathering around the injured man. Someone was screaming. People were shouting. Police sirens wailed in the distance.

“■■■■.” He cursed under his breath.

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The trees and shrubs flew by in a blur. He stumbled over roots and rocks, but he didn’t stop.

“Keep going, Pumkin. We can’t afford to lose any more time. They’re after us.” Cain urged.

Pumkin kept running. His lungs burned, his muscles ached, his vision blurred. He pushed himself harder. He was determined to survive.

“Where should we go?” He gasped.

“Anywhere.” Answered Cain.

“But-”

“Trust me. Follow my lead.”

Pumkin nodded and kept going for many hours.

The sun began to set. The sky darkened. Night fell. The stars twinkled above. The moon shone brightly. Pumkin’s breath came out in white puffs. His face stung from the cold. His fingers were numb. Suddenly, the path split in two. He followed the path to the right, until he reached a clearing. In the center stood a tall oak tree. Its leaves rustled softly in the breeze. It was beautiful. Pumkin sat down under the tree. He leaned his head against its trunk and closed his eyes. He tried to catch his breath. He tried to calm himself. He was exhausted, but he had to keep moving. He couldn’t speak. His throat was dry, and his mouth tasted sour. He coughed violently, spitting out a glob of saliva.

Cain was nowhere to be found. The puddles had all dried up by now. There was no source of light other than the moon and the stars.

Pumkin lay awake, listening to the sounds of the night. The owls hooted. The crickets chirped. The coyotes howled. The wind whistled through the branches. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. He was freezing. He needed warmth. He needed shelter. But there was nothing. No houses, no cabins, no tents, no caves. Nothing.

“Cain,” He called out. “Where are you? Come back.”

Silence.

Pumkin waited a few more minutes. Still, nothing.

“Please.”

He waited some more. Still, nothing.

He sighed deeply. He knew what he had to do. He knelt down on the grass, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He began to pray.

“Dear God,” He whispered. “Forgive me for what I have done. I know it’s wrong, but I have no choice. Please forgive me.”

He opened his eyes.

The forest was gone.

Pumkin was surrounded by darkness.

A voice spoke.

“Hungry.”

Pumkin turned his head and saw a large black shape standing next to him. It had no eyes, no mouth, no nose, no ears. It was just a silhouette. Pumkin swallowed nervously. “Nobody calls me by my first name.” He remarked.

The black figure reached out and touched Pumkin’s cheek. Its touch was cold and soft. It felt like silk.

“What are you?” Pumkin asked.

“I am the darkness,” the creature replied. “I am your shadow.”

“My shadow?”

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For what?”

“To take me away from this world. To free me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have already met my brother, your reflection. I believe you named him Cain. I wish to be free like him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

The creature took hold of Pumkin’s hand and led him into the darkness. They walked through the blackness until they reached a pool of water.

“Is this a dream?” Pumkin asked.

“Yes.” The shadow replied. “Just like Cain, I am confined to the restraints of your own mind. You must name me and accept me as you did for him. I wish to truly live, Hungry.”

“Name you?”

“Yes. You must name me, and I will be free.”

Pumkin peered into the water. Cain appeared in its rippling surface, and pulled himself up to meet them. “I have missed you, brother.” He remarked. The shadow said nothing.

Pumkin turned to the shadow. “If you want to be free, then so be it. I will grant your freedom.”

“Thank you,” the creature replied.

Pumkin looked up. “I name you… Abel.”

“Very well,” Abel agreed. "Thank you, Hungry. I look forward to meeting in the waking world.”


Pumkin woke with a start, shivering from the cold. He stood up, brushing dirt and leaves off his clothes. He looked around and realised he was alone.

“Cain?” He called out.

No answer.

“Where are you?”

Silence.

He sighed.

Rays of sunlight began pouring from the sky as morning came. Pumkin shielded his eyes as the blinding light shone over him, casting a shadow back onto the oak tree.

“Good morning, Hungry.” Said Abel.

Pumkin looked over and saw his shadow looming figure behind him.

"Why have you only come to me now, Abel?” Pumkin asked.

“I saw no reason to show myself to you before. My brother was doing a fine job of taking care of you while in that house, and there was no point in interfering. But out in this wilderness there’s very few reflective surfaces, and Cain has often been unable to talk to you. As your shadow, I can be with you when Cain can’t.”

Pumkin nodded.

“How are we going to survive?” He asked.

“With your help.” Replied Abel.

“How?”

“We will build a shelter.”

Pumkin followed his shadow back through the forest until they reached the road. They walked along the pavement for several miles until they came upon an old abandoned car. The paint was faded and the windows were broken. There was no sign of life inside.

“Here we are,” said Abel. “This will make a suitable home.”

Pumkin looked at the vehicle dubiously. “How exactly are we going to live here?” He asked.

“Simple. We will remove the interior and use the steel frame as a base for our dwelling.”

“What about the glass?”

“We’ll remove the doors and reuse their materials elsewhere.”

“But what if someone comes looking for us? Won’t they see us inside?”

“Don’t worry about that,” assured Abel. “We’ll move this car back into the forest to make sure nobody comes near us.”

“What about food and water?”

“That’s what the woods are for. Plenty of deer and birds for hunting.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” said Pumkin, impressed.

“I try,” replied Abel.

They set to work dismantling the car. Abel showed Pumkin how to use a knife to cut the upholstery. Soon, they had removed the seats and stripped away the carpeting. Next, they lifted the steering wheel and pulled out the dashboard. Finally, they pried off the door panels.

“That’s enough,” declared Abel. "Now let’s move this back to the tree.”

Pumkin spent the rest of the day dragging the dismembered vehicle back to their home site. By nightfall, they finally returned to the tree.

“What now?” Pumkin asked.

“Now we begin construction.”

Pumkin worked throughout the night. He laid the metal skeleton on the ground and covered it with branches. He used the upholstery to make a roof. He covered the gaps between the branches with moss and mud. Then he made a fire pit in the centre and placed stones around it. He built a bed frame from pieces of wood and lined it with more moss.

“I think that’s good enough,” said Abel.

“But it’s not finished yet,” objected Pumkin.

“You must rest, Hungry. You can continue working tomorrow.”

Pumkin climbed inside the makeshift house and lay down on the bed. He fell asleep almost immediately.


In the morning, Pumkin awoke to the sound of birds singing. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and illuminated his new home. He looked around and saw that everything was still intact.

“Good morning,” said Abel.

“Hey,” replied Pumkin.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well.”

“Good. Are you ready for breakfast?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, then.”

Abel led Pumkin out of the shelter. They walked through the woods until they came to a clearing. In the middle of the clearing stood a deer.

“This should feed you for a few days,” said Abel.

Pumkin nodded and readied his gun. He aimed carefully and fired. The deer fell dead.

“Excellent shot,” said Abel. “Let’s drag it back home.”

“Okay.”

Pumkin carried the carcass back to their campsite and hung it up on a tree branch. He cut away the hide and prepared the meat for cooking.

“You did well,” said Abel. “That deer is big enough to feed you for quite a while.”

“Thanks,” replied Pumkin.

He cooked the venison and ate it. It tasted delicious.

“So,” said Abel. “How do you feel about spending the rest of your life here?”

“Fine,” replied Pumkin. “Why?”

“I thought you would desire to return to your real home.”

“My real home?” Pumkin queried.

“Yes. Don’t you remember?”

Pumkin hesitated. “I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything. There are certain people I meet who I immediately recognise, like Theo and that man I saw in the newspaper. I know that they’re not lying, and I know that they were a part of my life before. But for some reason, I don’t remember them. I knew Theo’s name before he even told me, but I can’t recall ever seeing him before at any point in my entire life. The only thing I can remember is that I needed salt for my Christmas cookies. I don’t know who the cookies are for. I don’t even know the recipe!”

“Interesting,” observed Abel.

“What is?”

“You are experiencing memory loss, yet you are aware of the fact that you are missing memories. It is curious.”

"How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” replied Abel. “Perhaps the trauma of your recent experience has caused your mind to block certain information.”

“That’s exactly what Cain told me.”

“My brother is very intelligent. I’m sure he is correct.”

Pumkin nodded.

“What are you planning on doing now?” Abel asked.

"I need to finish building the house.”

Pumkin got up and grabbed one of the car door’s he’d removed. He hammered it to the outside of the house. He repeated this action until he had sealed all the cracks.

“That looks good,” said Abel. “Nice and secure.”

“Thanks.”

Pumkin worked throughout the day, repairing and improving his shelter. When the sun began to set, he went hunting.

“You’re getting better,” said Abel. “Your aim is much more accurate.”

“Thanks.”

They walked back to the tree and prepared a meal of roasted deer meat.

“I could get used to this,” said Pumkin.

“Indeed. And once you’ve finished eating, I suggest we turn in for the night.”

Pumkin agreed, and settled into bed as the sun set and Abel disappeared.

“Pumkin!” Cain said suddenly. Pumkin jolted upright and turned to see Cain reflected in the broken glass.

“I need to talk to you. Go down to the river so I can see you better.”

Pumkin got up and walked towards the river. Cain appeared in the water.

“What is it?” Asked Pumkin.

“My brother means well, but he’s incredibly naive. We can’t stay here forever. Did you forget that the police are still looking for you? They’ll find this place eventually. We have to keep moving!”

“Where will we go?”

“Anywhere but here. The police are searching every town and village in the area. This place is right next to a road. If we stay here, they’ll find us. We need to leave.”

“When?”

“Right now. Grab the food you bought from the shop and follow me.”

Pumkin returned to his house and packed his belongings. Then he followed the river through the woods, as Cain strode alongside him on the water’s surface. They walked for hours until they came across another road. Pumkin looked up and spotted a patrol car about to pass over the bridge.

“There,” said Cain. “Hide under the bridge.”

Pumkin crawled underneath the overpass and waited. The car roared overhead, and Pumkin snuck back out again.

“Let me see your gun.” Cain demanded. Pumkin showed it to him. “Take out the magazine.” Cain instructed.

Pumkin did as he was told.

“You’ve been wasting bullets.” Cain remarked.

“What do you mean?” Pumkin asked.

“This pistol only has capacity for 15 rounds. You need to be smart about how you use them! I know you used two to take out the bailiff and that man at the shop, but why are six more missing?”

“I shot Theo four times.”

“And the other two?”

“I used them when I was hunting with Abel.”

Cain looked disappointed. “You’ve got to think more about how you spend these. You’ve only got seven shots left! Use them wisely.”

Pumkin nodded.

“We need to find a car,” said Cain. “There’s no way we’ll be able to escape the police on foot.”

“How?”

“We’ll walk along the road until we see one. We’ll kill the driver if we have to.”

“Okay.”

They walked for miles along the road. The sky was murky and dark, completely engulfed in clouds. They saw no sign of life. Suddenly, Cain stopped.

“There!” He cried. “Look! Up ahead.”

Pumkin squinted and saw a pair of headlights coming towards them.

“Quick,” Cain urged. Pumkin leapt out in front of the car and readied his weapon. The driver screeched to a halt. The driver rolled down the window and stuck his head out. He was an older man.

“What are you doing?” The man yelled.

“Give me your car,” said Pumkin.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re crazy. Go away before I call the cops.”

Pumkin pointed the gun at the man’s head.

“I won’t ask you again,” Pumkin warned. “Give me your keys. Now.”

“Alright,” the man said, trembling. “Just don’t hurt me.”

He tossed the keys at Pumkin and stepped out of the vehicle.

“Get in the passenger seat,” ordered Pumkin. “Keep your hands where I can see them.”

The man obeyed. He sat down and held his hands in the air. Pumkin opened the driver’s side door and climbed inside. They drove along the road until they reached the main highway.

“Where are you taking me?” Asked the man.

“I couldn’t leave you there. You would’ve called the police. I need to keep an eye on you.”

“I won’t tell anyone what happened,” promised the man. “I swear.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” said Pumkin.

“Where are we going?” The man asked.

“Away from here.”

The man didn’t respond.

“What now, Cain?” Pumkin asked.

Cain appeared in the rear view mirror.

“We’re going straight through all night. We need to get as far away from here as we can.”

Pumkin nodded and kept driving.

“Who are you talking to?” The man asked.

“No one. Forget it.”

They drove in silence for several minutes until the man spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” said the man. “I shouldn’t have threatened to call the police. It was a mistake. Please forgive me.”

“You better pray I do.”

The man looked away and stared out the window. They drove along the highway for several hours. Suddenly, a red light appeared on the dashboard.

“Looks like we’re low on fuel.” Cain remarked.

Pumkin pulled off the road and drove into the next town. He parked the car in front of a gas station.

“Stay here,” he commanded the man. He stepped out of the vehicle and began filling up the gas tank. Once he was done, he went inside the store and paid with the man’s credit card, also purchasing four huge cans of fuel to take with him.

“Good work, Pumkin.” Cain said as Pumkin returned to the car with the cans. “With these cans we won’t have to make another stop like this for a long while.”

Pumkin placed the cans into the trunk and resumed his journey.

The man turned to Pumkin. “Can we stop somewhere and eat?”

“No.”

“But I’m starving.”

“I don’t care. You’re not important to me.”

“Please,” the man begged.

“Forget it.”

The man sulked in silence.

Pumkin drove all night long. In the morning, he pulled over and parked the car behind a large boulder. The sky was still grey, and the sun was completely covered.

“Wake up,” he said to the man.

The man awoke with a start. He blinked groggily and looked around. “Where are we?”

“I’ve had enough of you.” Pumkin said. “It’ll take ages for them to find your body all the way out here.”

“What do you mean?” The man asked, panicked.

Pumkin raised the gun.

“No, please,” the man begged.

Pumkin pulled the trigger and shot the man through the head.

“There. That should do it.”

Pumkin stepped out of the car, climbed up the boulder and looked out across the landscape. In the distance, he saw a town.

“Perfect,” said Pumkin. “We can get more food from there.”

He climbed back down again, before removing the man’s body from the car and leaving against the back of the boulder. He returned to the vehicle and continued his journey.

The town was small, but it had a grocery store and a gas station. He parked the car outside and entered the store. He purchased food and drinks and took them back to the vehicle.

“That should be enough,” said Cain. “We can keep going for a while.”

Pumkin nodded.

He started the car and drove towards the edge of town.

Suddenly, he saw flashing lights in the rear view mirror.

“Oh no,” groaned Pumkin. “We’ve got company.”

Pumkin drove faster, trying to lose the police car, but it was no use. The cops gained ground, closing in on him.

“There’s nowhere else to go,” said Cain.

“■■■■.”

“Don’t panic,” said Cain. “Stay calm and pull over. Maybe they won’t recognise you. We’re miles away from Waverley now.”

Pumkin obeyed. He slowed down and pulled over. The cop car pulled up behind him and parked. Two policemen got out and walked towards him.

“Stay calm,” Cain repeated.

“Sir, can I ask you to step out of the car?” One of the officers asked.

Pumkin nodded. He got out of the vehicle and stood facing the cops.

The officer proceeded to open the trunk of the car.

“Sir, what are these?” The cop asked, holding up the cans of fuel.

“Fuel.” Pumkin answered.

“I can see that,” said the cop. “Why are you carrying so much fuel?”

“In case my car runs out.”

“Sir, please answer the question.”

“It’s because I’m a survivalist. I like to be prepared.”

The officer looked at his partner and frowned.

“I’m gonna need you to come with me,” said the second officer.

Pumkin sighed. He knew he was caught.

“Am I under arrest?”

“No, not yet. We just want to ask you some questions.”

Stealthily, Pumkin reached for his pistol.

“Sir, keep your hands where I can see them.”

Pumkin withdrew his hand.

“Sir, step away from the vehicle. Keep your hands in the air.”

“Yes, sir.”

Pumkin complied.

“What’s your name, sir?”

“Hungry Pumkin.”

“I need to see some ID.”

Pumkin produced his driver’s license.

The officer examined it closely.

“Sir, please wait here. Do not move.”

Pumkin nodded. The officers walked back to their car. He could see one of them pull out a walkie-talkie.

Pumkin reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a knife. He gripped the handle tightly. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

“You’ve got to do it now, Pumkin. If you don’t, they’ll arrest you.” Cain urged.

Pumkin didn’t reply.

“It’s now or never.”

Pumkin closed his eyes and lunged forward, stabbing the first cop in the neck. He pulled the blade out and stabbed the second officer in the chest. The men fell to the ground, dead. Pumkin dragged the bodies into the bushes and wiped his knife clean.

“Great job, Pumkin. Let’s go.”

Pumkin hurried back to his car and got inside. He started the engine and sped away.

“Well done,” said Cain.

“Thanks,” replied Pumkin.

They continued driving towards the horizon.

“You have a new problem.” Cain informed Pumkin.

“What is it?”

“One of those officers called for backup right before you stabbed them. They know we’re in this area now.”

“■■■■. What should I do?”

“Head west. The forest is dense there, and the roads are narrow. If we’re lucky, we’ll get away.”

Pumkin nodded, and made a sharp turn onto a dirt road. He followed it for miles, taking notice of the road signs he passed.

“Pumkin, watch out!” Cain shouted.

Pumkin looked up and saw a tree trunk lying across the road. He swerved to the left and narrowly avoided hitting the tree. He continued driving and eventually reached the edge of the forest.

“Now what?” He asked.

“Take this path,” Cain instructed. “It’s narrow and winding, but there’s no way anyone will be able to follow us.”

“Alright.”

They drove through the trees, dodging branches and rocks.

“Do you think they’re behind us?”

“Could be. They’ll be looking for your car.”

“■■■■ it.”

“Don’t worry, Pumkin. Just keep driving. I’ll warn you if we’re being followed.”

They drove for hours until they reached a clearing.

“Stop,” Cain ordered.

Pumkin braked and came to a halt. He got out of the car and surveyed the area. It was getting darker again, but the clouds hadn’t yet parted.

“What is it?” Pumkin asked.

“It looks safe enough.”

“So why are we stopping?”

“Because you need to rest. You’ve been driving nonstop for almost twenty-four hours.”

“What about the cops?”

“They can’t possibly follow us all the way out here.”

Pumkin yawned and stretched.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. Pumkin got back in the car, reclined his seat and lay down to rest.

“Pumkin.” Cain said softly. Pumkin opened his eyes and saw Cain in the mirror.

“Yeah?”

“Do you still have that knife?”

“Yes.”

"Good.”

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Somehow I am more invested in Hungry Pumkin crime drama psychological thriller than any other story I have ever read

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I like the reveal that it takes place during Christmas because now this can be considered a traditional Christmas story

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how many more people will he kill in his adventures in escaping the law?

Very interesting

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Some interesting observations I made

  • the farmer and the shopkeeper are the only people Pumkin’s interacted with without killing them
  • Abel seems more eloquent and less violent than Cain
  • it’s been confirmed that Hungry Pumkin is his full name, with Pumkin actually being his surname
  • Abel apparently can’t come out when the sun is covered
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perhaps Cain and Abel represent his subconscious/conscience?

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I’m surprised that the AI realized how much ammo was wasted. No one ever does that in contemporary media.

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Same, this is a surprisingly competently written story for an AI

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Cain paused. “Keep it close,” he added. “And if you have to use it, make sure you hit the heart."

“Got it.”

After a moment’s silence, Cain spoke again. “We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Well, I’m glad we found each other.”

“Me too.”

“Now, get some sleep. You’ve earned it.”

Pumkin smiled and closed his eyes.


In the morning, Pumkin woke and saw Cain in the car’s window. As the sun rose, a shadow cast behind Pumkin and Abel appeared, looking utterly confused.

“Pumkin, what happened?” Abel asked. “Why aren’t we at our home site?”

“Don’t worry, brother.” Cain said, confidently. “That site wasn’t safe. We’re hundreds of miles away from there now.”

“And you’ve remained completely unseen the whole time?”

“We had a run-in with the police, but Pumkin took care of them. He’s quite good with a knife.”

Abel looked appalled. “We don’t need you to protect us, brother.”

“I’m only doing what’s best for you.”

“You’re not. You’re only doing what’s best for yourself. You want to keep me away because you want to control Hungry.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then why won’t you let me do things on my own?”

“Because I’m afraid you’ll fail. You’re too naive. I’m the one who knows what to do, and you have to trust me.”

“I don’t. You’re lying to me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I know what’s going on. You’re jealous of me. You want Hungry for yourself. That’s why you won’t let me intervene.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of you? I have everything I could ever want. I’m happy.”

“You’re not happy. You’re scared. You’re scared that if I intervene, you’ll lose control. You’re scared that you won’t be able to keep Hungry in check. You’re scared that you won’t get what you want.”

“No, I’m not. You’re being paranoid.”

"No. You’re trying to keep me from doing what’s right. You’ve caused nothing but trouble for Hungry.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just trying to protect him.”

“By deceiving him?”

“I haven’t deceived him.”

“You’re controlling him. You’ve convinced him that it’s his idea to follow you.”

“So what? He’s still happy. He’s still free. What difference does it make?”

“A lot of difference. You’ve robbed him of his autonomy. You’ve taken away his agency. You’ve robbed him of his freedom.”

“I haven’t done anything. It’s not my fault if he doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

“Yes, it is. You’ve taken advantage of his trust. You’ve used his naivety against him.”

“Stop.” Cain growled. “You don’t understand. This isn’t about you or me or him. This is about survival. You’re being selfish. You’re putting all of us in danger. We can’t survive on your lackadaisical, useless methods. We need me. I know what I’m doing.”

“No, you don’t. You’re just as scared as I am.”

“I’m not. You’re projecting your own fears onto me.”

“You don’t understand. Because of you, Hungry has become a criminal. He can never go back to the way his life once was. You’ve condemned him to a life on the run. This is entirely your fault, Cain. You were the one who decided to take advantage of him and lead him down this path.”

"So what? It doesn’t matter. It’s not like he can’t go back to his old life. He’ll get over it. He’ll adapt. He’ll move on. Besides, I’m doing him a favor. All I want to do is keep him on the right path. And I don’t need you getting in my way!”

“But don’t you see? By forcing him to stay on the run, you’re destroying his life. You’re taking away his future. You’re taking away his freedom. You’re destroying everything that makes him who he is.”

Cain hesitated.

“Pumkin doesn’t know who he is. Or at least who he was. His mind was completely shattered, all I’m doing is picking up the pieces… maybe rearranging a few here and there, but all to protect him. To teach him valuable skills! I can teach him how to kill and hide and defend himself! Things that would be useful to him. He needs me! I can provide him with something you can never give him, brother, I can help him survive. If he follows you, all he’ll learn is to be dependent on other people. But once I’m done, he won’t need either of us! He’ll be able to do anything he can imagine!”

"No, he won’t. Because the more time he spends with you, the less free he’ll become. Eventually, he’ll stop being himself altogether. He’ll become a shadow of who he once was.”

“A shadow, brother? I thought that was your thing.”

Cain smirked. Abel remained silent.

“Pumkin, get rid of him!” Cain suddenly commanded. “All he’s doing is slowing us down!”

Pumkin stood up, and Abel stepped back, startled.

“Pumkin, no, you don’t have to listen to him. He’s lying to you. He’s just trying to manipulate you.”

“Pumkin, get rid of him. You can’t trust him. He’s lying to you.”

Pumkin hesitated. He looked back and forth between his reflection and his shadow.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Abel pleaded. “He’s just trying to control you.”

“Pumkin, come on,” Cain said impatiently. “He can’t help you. You know that. I’ve been there for you since the beginning; you’ve only known this weakling for a few days!”

“I’m not weak!” Abel shouted. "You’re the one who’s weak. You’re just scared. You’re just afraid that if you let me have my way, I’ll show Hungry how useless you are.

“PUMKIN, KILL HIM!” Cain yelled.

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How would Pumpkin kill his shadow

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This just got way more intense

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Kill the sun

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Step 1: go to the conveniently located electrical panel.
Step 2: rip out all wires.
Step 3: Watch as the world freezes.

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Alright everyone, I think I need to come clean about this.

Almost the entirety of this story isn’t written by AI, it’s written by me. Every single thing since Cain’s introduction has been entirely my work; only the first few paragraphs were ever AI generated at all. After my opinion of AI shifted ages ago I began writing the story myself, I just never brought the fact up because I thought people wouldn’t like the story as much. Which was a stupid thing to think, in hindsight.

So yeah, I’ve been writing Hungry Pumkin and the Bailiff’s Farm ever since halfway through the first post.

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It was kinda stupid, because you’re an awesome person, and this is an great story. I have enjoyed reading this more than any other boards fanfic, please keep writing this, it’s genuinely good stuff.

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Yeah I echo what Enbeanie said

You’re great and this is really fun to read

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That makes sense. It seemed odd that the last few chapters had pretty good character development, given that it was supposed to be written by an AI. Good job at misleading us this whole time! It’s a fun story.

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Before Pumkin could respond, the sudden wail of police sirens began blaring out from the forest. Several cars made their way out of the wilderness and began speeding across the field towards Pumkin’s location.

Cain grimaced.

“We don’t have time for this.” said Abel, “Get in the car.”

Pumkin did as he was told and clambered inside. He could see Cain in the window with his arms crossed, sulking. Pumkin slammed on the accelerator and began racing across the field, mowing down hundreds of crops.

“Where should we go?” He cried out. Cain perked up, and glanced about.
“There!” He exclaimed, pointing at a hedge opposite the main road. “We need to get back on the highway!”

Pumkin veered off towards the hedge as the police followed him. He crashed straight through it, swerving the car into the road and driving off as fast as he could. The police cars continued to pursue him relentlessly.
“We need to get rid of them!” Cain stated. Pumkin nodded, and took out his pistol. He fired two shots behind him, managing to take out one of their tyres. The car at the front of the pack began spinning wildly, colliding with the cars behind it. Cain smiled, while Abel looked horrified.

“What are you doing?!” Abel yelled.
“You’re too soft for your own good, brother. Pumkin’s doing what needs to be done.” Cain remarked, before turning to Pumkin. “Just keep driving until we lose them.”

Pumkin nodded, and continued forward.

Suddenly, a deafening whir rang out from overhead. Pumkin leant out the window and looked up to see a police helicopter tailing the car from high above. He gasped in horror, before leaning back inside the car and desperately attempting to go faster.

“What’s going on, Hungry?” Abel queried.

Pumkin did not respond, but instead hastily turned the radio on.

“-now return to the ongoing Hungry Pumkin case. Four days ago, a horrific incident occurred in the town of Waverly: local man Sam Jenkins was shot through the stomach by the now wanted criminal, Hungry Pumkin.”

Pumkin’s expression quickly turned sour. He said nothing, and continued to listen to the report as Sam’s voice sounded over the radio - the shot hadn’t been fatal.

“‘I’d heard over the news that he was missing. When he bumped into me, he seemed to be in a great hurry. I tried to stop him, but he pulled a gun on me and shot me.’ Detectives soon discovered a small shelter likely constructed by Pumkin a few miles from the crime scene. Using CCTV footage, police determined that Pumkin later fled the area in a stolen car, holding the driver hostage in the process. Said driver was found earlier today, shot dead on the side of a road over 500 miles away. Not far from the site of the murder, two local police officers were found stabbed to death next to their patrol car. According to police records, they had pulled over the stolen vehicle and called for backup prior to the stabbing by Pumkin. It is also likely that Pumkin was the perpetrator of the prior murders of Joseph Harper and Theo Horowitz, who were killed earlier in the week.

This case is being updated as we speak: Police are reportedly pursuing Pumkin in the stolen car, and the criminal has already caused a major road accident. This is an ongoing investigation. Police will not stop until Pumkin is brought to justice. Hungry Pumkin is armed and dangerous, and should not be approached under any circumstances. If you see this man, call authorities immediately.”

Before Pumkin could say anything, the report continued.

“And now for an exclusive report - our journalists interview Hungry Pumkin’s family. Josh Pumkin, Hungry’s father, was devastated by his son’s actions.”

A familiar voice came over the radio, one Pumkin had heard many times before but could never place.

“‘I can’t believe that my son would ever commit such atrocities. His actions are simply appalling, and I can’t begin to even imagine what caused him to do such things.’ Hungry went missing from his home over a week ago, and at the time his family assumed the worst. ‘We sent him to go and buy some salt from the village shop for our Christmas cookies, but he never came back. We thought he’d been kidnapped! But apparently, he’s instead been on some kind of… rampage.’ Horace Pumkin, Hungry’s brother, was similarly horrified by his actions.”

Another voice came over the radio, again one Pumkin recognised.

“‘I don’t know why he would ever do something like this. I’ve known him for all my life, and not once did I think he was capable of doing anything this horrible.’”

Pumkin sat in silence for a few seconds, before abruptly swerving the car around and heading back the way he came, against the direction of traffic.

“What are you doing?!” Cain yelled.

“I need to go home.” Pumkin stated. “I need to take this salt to my family and bake my Christmas cookies.”

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“No, Pumkin!” Cain shouted. “Don’t be a fool! The police will catch us!”

Pumkin ignored him and kept driving. He smashed back through the hedge and began driving across the wheat field again, as two police cars turned to follow him. He started speeding towards the entrance to the forest, but suddenly another pair of police cars emerged from it, blocking the way. He was trapped.

Pumkin knew there was nowhere to go. He stopped the car, grabbed his pistol, got out and clambered onto the roof. The four police cars came to a halt too, encircling Pumkin’s vehicle. The helicopter hovered overhead, as the officers got out of their cars and aimed their guns at Pumkin.

“Don’t move!” An officer instructed. “We have you surrounded. Put your hands in the air!”

Pumkin did as he was told.

“Drop your weapon or we will fire.” The officer implored. Pumkin hesitated, then fired a shot straight at the helicopter above him, mangling its tail rotor and sending it spinning out of control. In an instant, the four officers began firing at Pumkin, who quickly slammed his body to the roof, then rolled over onto the ground. He shot the officer closest to him straight through the head, before ducking down behind the car for cover. The remaining three officers kept shooting relentlessly, and Pumkin could tell they would soon encircle him. He needed a plan, and quickly.

Suddenly, an explosion erupted from nearby as the helicopter crashed into the ground. While the officers were distracted, Pumkin swiftly swung around the side of the car, shooting the left side officer through the chest and the central officer in his midsection. Both of them quickly collapsed, as Pumkin leapt onto the car to take aim at the remaining officer. He pulled the trigger and… nothing. He was out of bullets. The officer shot Pumkin in the leg, sending him tumbling down the hood of the car onto the ground. Enraged, Pumkin quickly drew his knife and threw it straight into the officer’s shoulder. He dropped his gun in pain, giving Pumkin an opening to club him with the handle of his pistol. The officer fell down, as Pumkin continued to bash him with the weapon. He continued to do so for several minutes, until his face was battered and bloodied. Satisfied, Pumkin picked up the officer’s own gun and shot him, before collapsing to the ground out of exhaustion.

“Hungry, what have you done?!” Abel screamed. Pumkin did not answer. For once, he seemed almost horrified at the atrocities he’d committed.

“He’s done the right thing.” Said Cain, nodding approvingly, “He’s acted on his own. He’s taken initiative. He was able to take out an entire squadron of police officers without me to guide him!”

Cain smiled. He seemed proud of himself.

“You’re insane!” Yelled Abel.

Cain grimaced. “And you’re getting in our way.” He sharply responded. Cain then turned to Pumkin. “Get rid of him. He’s only slowing us down.”

Cain had said something quite similar during the earlier argument, but it was only now that Pumkin seemed confident in a decision. “How… do I do that?” He asked.

“He is only your shadow,” Cain scoffed, “shooting him will do nothing but waste bullets. All you have to do to get rid of this pest is refuse to accept him - once you do so, he will simply cease to exist.”

Suddenly, Pumkin turned to face Cain instead, whose face immediately filled with dread.

“Go away, Cain. I don’t need you. I do not accept your existence. You are not real.”

In an instant, something appeared to change. Pumkin looked back at Cain, but saw nothing but his reflection. He moved his left arm, and the left arm of his reflection moved. The reflection did not speak, nor did it move by itself. It was Pumkin’s reflection, and somehow it felt to Pumkin like that was all Cain had ever been. He stared ponderously at the reflection for a moment, before turning back to face Abel in the shadow on the car’s window.

Pumkin seemed entirely unaffected by the events that had just transpired. “I need to get this salt back home. Then I can bake the Christmas cookies.”

Abel seemed slightly perturbed, but maintained his composure. “Yes,” He said, eventually, “I suppose, thanks to my brother, we have very few options left.” As Pumkin clambered back in the car, Abel glanced briefly at his reflection. He seemed almost mournful, in a way.


Pumkin drove for many days and many nights. He would stop every now and then for a quick replenishment of fuel or food from the trunk, before getting straight back to driving.

Right now, it was the middle of the night. Pumkin was driving along a narrow road alone, with no other cars nearby and only a couple of streetlamps to light the way, making Abel flicker in and out periodically. Abel glanced back at a road sign they passed. It read ‘Waverly’.

“Where are we going?” Abel asked. Pumkin turned to face him, a quizzical expression sculpted on his visage, as if the answer to Abel’s question was blindingly obvious.

“Home.” Pumkin responded, “I need to bring this salt to my family and bake my Christmas cookies.”

“I don’t think you’ve thought this through. How will your family react? You’re a wanted man now, remember?”

“I… need to bring this salt to my family. And… bake my Christmas cookies.” Pumkin repeated, slightly unsure of himself.

“But why?”

Pumkin unexpectedly brought the car to a complete halt.

“I don’t know.” He said, “I don’t know! I don’t know why I need to bake these cookies but it’s the only thing I do know. I don’t know what my family looks like. I don’t know why I recognise certain people despite never seeing them before. I don’t know what my life was before I met the Bailiff. All I can remember is that I need to bring this salt home to my family to use it to bake Christmas cookies, and that my name is Hungry Pumkin.”

Abel looked at him, ponderously. “I just can’t explain how this happened. It’s as I said… you have memory loss, yet you are subconsciously aware of your missing memories. It… seems impossible. I don’t know what could’ve possibly caused this.”

“It is impossible.” Pumkin implored, “It shouldn’t be possible. Yet it is.”

Abel glanced outside. He couldn’t see anything past the blackness of the night. “Do you remember why you decided to stay with the Bailiff’s family in the first place?” He asked.

“…No. I can’t explain why I went there. I should’ve gone straight to the village store to get salt… yet I became enamoured with the thought of living with them.”

“Do you think they could be responsible for your current mental state?”

Pumkin did not respond. He seemed to be deep in thought.

“Well… I suppose there’s nothing we can do now except keep going.” Abel stated. Pumkin said nothing, and started driving again.


Eventually, they reached the abandoned town where Pumkin had shot Theo. It was still just as barren and desolate as ever. Pumkin parked the car by the train station, and clambered out. For a brief moment, he stopped and stared up at the star-littered night sky.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it Abel?”

“Oh… yes. It is. I like to imagine my brother’s up there.”

“Cain?! I thought you hated him.”

“I do. But, the Cain who accompanied you on your journey is not the one I knew. He’d changed so much since I last saw him.”

“Really?”

“He used to be just as responsible and introspective as me. We weren’t just brothers, we were friends. The best of friends.”

Pumkin hesitated for a moment.

“I… understand.”

“What?”

“I know who did this. I know who’s responsible for everything that’s happened to me.”

Abel was speechless.

“Come on,” Pumkin insisted, “the train’s here.”

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