D.I.Y.
The construction was almost complete. Giant wings of wire and iridescent leather hovered over the yard. An air compressor sung life into the gnarled face with bursts of thick pigmented ink. Eyes glowed with an intensity far beyond their LED origins. With the flip of a switch, a faint heartbeat began to pulse. Electrical veins pumped AC fury through metallic grey matter. The glowing skin moved slow at first, gaining energy with every flicker of circuitry. The creature knew its job. Time to scare up the trick-or-treaters.
