Yes, but he tells Macy no

“I’m fine for now,” I lied. I could actually feel myself starting to need to go, but I was just going to have to hold it in.

“Well remember to tell me if you need to-” she starts to say but gets cut off by a large argument happening over on stage.

Currently, they are running the most realistic costume, and some woman in a dirty witch costume seem to be arguing with the announcer.

“How could I lose this?!” the witch screams.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” the announcer says, “The votes were cast. You lost.”

“How could I have LOST?!” her anger seems to be growing.

“Please, can you calm down?” the announcer asks.

“Calm down?!” the witch asks, “How could I be calm? I really am a witch. Thus my costume has to be the most realistic.”

“Isn’t that cheating?!” someone yells from the audience.

“You weren’t supposed to know I was cheating and thus I should have won,” the witch says.

“I’m sorry, but you didn’t,” the announcer says, “I don’t know what you want from me.”

The witch starts to chant in a strange language. The chant has a strange rhythm to it and everyone in the building grows quiet as we all seem entranced by it. After going on like this for a few moments she stops. She then looks over the crowd with a wicked grin.

“All of you are at fault for this,” she says, “You think your costumes are so good how about you try being them for real. That’s right. I turned you all into your costumes.” Then in a large puff of smoke, she disappears, only her evil laughter remaining.

At this point, mass pandemonium ensues. People are freaking out, it seems like some people have become grotesque monstrosities while others have gained the powers of characters they have dressed as. I check myself afraid that I am now an actual baby girl.