Drone Pone Halloween Teaser (Greentext)

>The chill of the dark autumn night seeps through your jacket, making your skin crawl with goosebumps as though your shirt is made of ice.
>Perhaps straying this far from the warmth and merriment of Ponyville's annual Hallow--er, Nightmare Night, celebration.
>But something beyond the funny costumes and impressive magic of the Night Princess herself caught your eye. A glint in this dark treeline that didn't seem so ominous when you were on the lit side of it. But your house is just a short distance away.
>The thought of warm cider, a blanket, and a fire ease the goosebumps until a sharp breeze of cold air brings them back to the surface. Shivering, you almost don't notice the mechanical whirring sound carried by the wind. Almost.
>A brief look around yields less than favorable results; Merely the dark forest that seems to press in around you the longer you look at it.
>You pick your pace up to a light jog, the motion helping to warm your chilled muscles an carrying you along at a fair rate. Thankfully the amount of tree branches and rocks in your path is minimal before you break into familiar territory: The meandering dirt path up the hill to your single-floor home.
>The wind has died completely and the night is silent, save for the distant sound of ponies cheering and laughing at the latest round of jokes, pranks, and fun-time activities, and the soft crunch of your shoes on loose dirt.
>You briefly look back down the hill as you reach your front door, momentarily thinking you should go back.
>A foolish idea, you think, as you open the door to the darkness of your home.
>And a near-florescent orange jack-o-lantern that appears, hovering at about head-height, cackling in a deep bass.
>You cry out in alarm, stumbling backwards and falling on your rear as you put your hands up in a half-assed fighting stance.
>A chuckle escapes your trickster, breeze-light voice replacing the previous bass.
>"Sorry, Commander," she snorts, "I couldn't resist."