Things are heating up
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This right here. Is peak content.
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Ooh very cool
Things are intensifying
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Pumkin bought a ticket and climbed on board, bringing the few remaining supplies he had with him. He quickly noticed that almost the entire train was empty, at sat himself down in the middle of an isolated carriage. As the train pulled away from the station, Pumkin stared at the window, the darkened forest rushing by outside. He could could see himself reflected in it.
“What do you intend to do, Hungry?” Abel asked, interrupting the silence. Pumkin checked the magazine of the pistol he’d taken from the police officer. It was almost full.
“Whatever I have to.” Pumkin responded as he slipped the weapon back into his pocket.
Eventually, the train reached the station near Pumkin’s hometown. He stepped out and immediately began sprinting along the road towards the Bailiff’s farm, with only a few sparse streetlamps lighting his way through the pitch black night. As he ran, Pumkin passed the spot where he’d murdered the Bailiff. The body was gone but his car was still there, surrounded by police tape. Pumkin grimaced and kept running.
Finally, Pumkin saw the farm coming into view. The downstairs lights were on despite the time of day, and Pumkin knew exactly why. He continued to sprint, leaping over the fence with extreme haste and hurling his body straight through the wooden door at the back of the house. Unfazed, he swiftly pulled out his pistol and pointed it directly at the Bailiff’s wife, who was calmly sitting at the dinner table.
“Why are you doing this?!” Pumkin yelled. “Why are you so intent on tormenting me?”
“I haven’t done anything.” The Bailiff’s wife protested. Pumkin ignored her.
“You wanted me to kill the Bailiff,” he continued, “as he was the only thing restricting your power.”
“My power?”
“You told me yourself that you were a witch. You said that when the Bailiff died, you would ‘finally be free’! You corrupted Cain in order to make me do it - he was real, but you used whatever remained of your dark powers to twist his mind, and use him as a mouthpiece for your manipulation. When you first saw me passing by the farm, you must’ve put some kind of spell on me, making me forget everything about my previous life and become dead-set on living with you. You needed me to kill the Bailiff as you were too weak to do so yourself! But his father tried to stop you. He was one of the only people who actually knew the outlines of your plan. He tried to get me to start thinking clearly again, but your spell was already too strong, and he couldn’t break through. Then you had me kill him to ensure he didn’t try again.”
Pumkin grimaced again as he saw the old man’s face flash before his eyes, before continuing. “But why keep making me commit atrocities once I’d killed your husband? What could you possibly have gained?!”
“I needed you out of the picture. You knew more than anyone else about this, and I couldn’t risk you becoming aware of what was going on. Turning you into a crazed lunatic was sure to keep you far from the truth.”
“Luckily for me, I had Abel to keep me sane. And it was only thanks to him that I was able to escape your spell. He fought courageously against Cain’s manipulation.”
“I hadn’t accounted for that wretch’s presence.” For once, the witch’s voice began to show a hint of anger. “I would’ve succeeded if not for him.”
Pumkin aimed his gun at the witch’s head. “I don’t know how powerful you’ve become, but I’m not waiting to find out. You’ve ruined my life.”
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Wait she was a witch the whole time?? i didn’t pick up on that in the previous chapters but i guess it does make sense that Pumkin was being mind controlled into committing these violent acts
edit: I don’t know how i missed this 
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Ohoho fun
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The witch showed no fear. “You’ll regret doing this.” She seethed.
“How come?” Pumkin countered. He slowly moved closer, keeping his gun aimed at her head.
“If you kill me, the spell will be broken.”
“So?”
“You will regain all your memories at once. It may be too much for you to handle.”
Pumkin hesitated, then glared at her again. “I can’t allow you to live. I can’t allow you to cause any more harm. Even if this does break me, I’ve got nothing left to lose.”
The witch looked at him quizzically. But, before she could even respond, a deafening gunshot sounded out as Pumkin pulled the trigger, sending the witch tumbling out of her chair and onto the ground, where her body lay limp as blood began to pool around her.
And all of a sudden, Pumkin felt terrified.
“NO!” He abruptly yelled, clutching his head. He could see it all now, all his dearest friends… all dead. He had killed them himself. Pumkin fell on his knees “NO!” He repeated. “NO, NO, NO!!!” Before long, he had given up with words entirely, and simply began screaming - a heartbroken, gut-wrenching scream as he saw the faces of all the people he’d taken the lives of. He saw his family, who’d he’d never be able to return to. His best friend, Theo, who he’d shot dead in the forest. All the carnage and destruction he’d caused…
“Hungry, please calm down!” Abel cried.
“GO AWAY!” Pumkin shouted between tears.
“Please Hungry, I’m only trying to help.”
“GO AWAY! I DON’T NEED YOU!”
“Hungry-”
“YOU’RE NOT REAL! GO AWAY!”
And for once, Pumkin was finally, truly alone. Instantaneously, Abel had ceased to exist, almost as if he was never there to begin with. As Pumkin lay sobbing on the floor, he felt a lump in his pocket. He pulled the object out, revealing the bag of salt he’d bought in Waverley. Immediately, he stood up and began kicking and stamping on the bag again and again. Salt began spilling everywhere, but Pumkin’s emotional rage didn’t stop. He began to punch the salt itself, blood-curdling screeches escaping his mouth as he did so. He was punching the stone floor and bloodying his own hands while doing it, but he didn’t care. He had lost everything.
After several minutes, he finally stopped, stumbling backwards into a counter as he did so, tears still streaming down his face. “No…” he whispered, clutching his face in his hands again. Suddenly, Pumkin heard voices and sirens outside. He took one last look at the room, before running to the back of the house and climbing out the window, sprinting away into the forest.
On the outskirts of a town sat a small cafe. It wasn’t particularly large, but it served its purpose, and right now the manager was closing up for the day. But as he turned to leave, he heard the door violently slam open. Before him stood a round, orange being. He looked battered and bruised, and his clothes shared a similar appearance.
“You’re Hungry Pumkin…” the owner realised, “the wanted murderer.”
Pumkin did not respond. He walked up to the counter, and aggressively slammed his fist down against the wood. “I’m very hungry.” He boomed. The manager was unsure what to do, and was left speechless. Pumkin stared at him menacingly. “Give me the salt.” He demanded. Unable to speak out of fear, the manager handed him a bag of salted fries.
“NO!” Pumkin shouted, smacking the fries away with such force that they hit the wall of the cafe. “I DON’T WANT THAT.”
He stared back at the manager. “Give me the salt.” He repeated, more threateningly this time. Quivering, the manager timidly held out a salt shaker. Pumkin snatched it out of his hand, before throwing the entire salt shaker into his mouth. Pumkin’s teeth ground uncomfortably against the shaker, before eventually shattering the object entirely. The manager winced and looked away as he heard the shards of glass piercing Pumkin’s mouth.
Finally he swallowed, and silently looked up to the ceiling, as if he was satisfied. The manager slowly turned back to face him, only for Pumkin to immediately smash his fist into the counter again. “That was terrible!” He yelled, as the manager flinched in terror. “I’m never coming back here!”
Without a word, Pumkin turned and walked out of the cafe, slamming the door shut behind him so vigorously that the entire building shook.
The terrified manager glanced out the front window, and saw Hungry Pumkin standing on top of a hill opposite the building. He took one look at the cafe before disappearing down the other side of the hill, never to be seen again.
THE END
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That ending went harder than granite
I loved the callback to the original flash game too
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fun fact, this entire story existed just so I could interpret the flash game like this
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incredible
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What game?
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This one
(Also Pumkin’s canonical appearance, if you were wondering)
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I forgot how much he looks like the Roblox man face
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