Rain poured down relentlessly that evening. Halloween was an important holiday for humans, surely the rain wouldn’t stop the partygoers and the cosplayers.

‘But it might slow them,’ thought the blue butterfly. ‘It would kill me if I went out there.’

The butterfly hid on a human’s porch, out of reach of the rains splatter reach. Although the children barging by made the butterfly fear it would be found and have to flee.

Children stomped up the steps, the doorbell rang and the children screeched, “Trick or Treat!” The person inside came out laughing with a bowl filled with sugar infested treats.

If the butterfly had been human, perhaps it would be experiencing something so joyous like collecting candy from strangers on a holiday to celebrate the dead souls. Instead, the butterfly was hiding from the rain, fearful of the humans.

A black figure walked down the street, seeming to be in costume. They were older than the kids, perhaps even older than the parents walking down the roads with their children. They were dressed up in a black coat and a grey bandana covered half of their face. Their eyes couldn’t be seen from so far away but the butterfly noticed the dark sockets and the pale skin. They held a black umbrella, the only intelligent person in this rain.

The butterfly thought quickly, ‘wouldn’t I be safer under the cover of an umbrella? Out of the reach of pesky children and adults. No boisterous noises..’

As the dark figure passed the house which the butterfly stayed at, the butterfly flew faster than it’s ever flown and felt the sensations of rain drop past its body.

It landed unsteadily on the person’s hand holding the umbrella. That’s when the butterfly realized the persons skin was darker than it had thought, a green tint to it. As the butterfly looked up into the eyes of the person, it realized the sockets were filled with white orbs, unlike human eyes.

The person stared at the butterfly for a moment, their footsteps ceased. They lifted a hand, and in that moment the butterfly seemed to regret flying towards the figure. But fear seeped into the butterfly making it unable to move. Slowly, the hand of the person came to gently extend their hand to the butterfly, as if asking to move to that hand. The butterfly complied, slowly crawling up the person’s fingers. The person stared at it for a moment longer before continuing their journey down the road.

The next moment the butterfly was gone. Completely vanished. But the person continued walking as if it was never there. As soon as the person reached the end of the road, they vanished too.

Their job was done.