-Ween The Scarecrow Vengeance-
The night of the harvest festival was filled with laughter and warmth, yet Jane sat alone. She was the last of the old. Everyone else forgot about Ween—the scarecrow they once feared. A hundred years ago, he had watched over the fields, a protector turned vengeful spirit when the townsfolk burned him. The festival was just a routine now, a fading memory of something sinister. Jane remembered. She wanted him back. She whispered her wish into the night, seeking the witch who had last summoned him.

Then the witch appeared. Cloaked in shadows, she listened. “You seek Ween?” Her eyes glinted with mischief. Jane nodded, hope blooming in her chest. But the witch smiled, twisted and cruel. And with a flick of her wrist, the air grew thick, heavy with a tension that tasted like fear. Ween returned, but not as the townsfolk knew him. He was darker, filled with rage against those who forgot him. He unleashed terror upon them. Fires ignited, houses crumbled. The laughter turned to screams.

The townspeople ran, panicking, their memories flickering alongside the flames. They didn’t remember the reason for his wrath, nor did they care. Only Jane saw the truth—their indifference had resurrected a monster. Ween was no longer a guardian; he was a storm driven by revenge. Watching the chaos unfold, Jane realized her wish came at a grave cost.