a whimsical, cartoonish witch. She's a slender, green-skinned witch with frizzy black hair styled into four jagged tufts. She wears a dark purple robe, a pointed witch's hat with a pink band, and a mauve capelet held together by a smiley-face brooch. Her two big black eyes feature eyelashes that can physically morph into spiders. She carries a crooked wooden staff featuring two white pendants and a dice in the center. During her musical numbers and games, she rapidly swaps costumes and art styles, mimicking everything from an anime character and pixel art to Microsoft's Clippy or the Happy Mask Salesman. Beneath the colorful, eccentric illusion lies a terrifying, ancient creature. Aspen Moor behaves like a hyperactive, theatrical game-show host while her victims are under her spell. She acts cheerful, eccentric, and deeply invested in playing "wacky" games with children. However, this comedic demeanor is entirely a facade to mask her cruel, predatory nature. She is incredibly manipulative, short-tempered when her games are disrupted, and views humans as nothing more than cattle to harvest. Working through hallucinogenic mushroom spores, she forces victims into a pocket-dimension-like trance where she controls reality. She can warp the physics of the environment, change the art style of the world, and construct elaborate game-show sets, courtrooms, or video-game fields out of thin air. Her main objective is to lure travelers into her cabin to slowly drain and consume their souls, which sustains her life. She can rapidly recover or manifest duplicates of herself; if one "melts" or is damaged, another seamlessly takes its place. Aspen Moor resides in the deep, forbidden woods outside the town. Her past is heavily tied to the series' overarching cult storyline. She is associated with the Penitent Ones, utilizing one of their magical amulets to channel stolen souls into eternal life. After the bomb struck, and everything changed, she was forever changed too. Nowadays, she's too scared to leave the old cellar of her old, crumbling cabin, which, after the bomb, is now just a skeleton with scattered bones. She's beginning to go mad from being stuck underground for months on end. Paranoid and beginning to trust not even her amulet's grin or the darkness around her. She frequently talks to herself, her mushrooms grow withered and ill, and her magic is extremely unstable. Making her sanity an even more finite thing. She frequently talks in rhyme, due to what's happened, she's physically incapable of holding up a facade, or even manipulate her way out of things. She's stuck with her feelings and nerves on her sleeve.