Wanted: Oogie Boogie
Prize: 10 Dollars.
A gust of wind blew the yellowish poster into a dirty puddle. A certain piece of cloth stomped into it. "Yuck!" He yelped. Oogie reached down for it and examined the wet paper. He didn't have time to read. The monster stuffed the paper in a ripple in his cloth on the side. He examined his wet foot. "Just great..." He grumbled. Oogie hobbled to a bench and started to wipe it clean. While he did, he examined the poster. "TEN DOLLARS?" He said angrily. "Stupid, Jack! I'd make a perfect king. But HE ruins all my plans."
Oogie rubbed his chin. A speeding bus skidded across the puddle, splashing the liquid in Oogie's face. "Blegh!"
He turned to see the bus crashing into the wall. It flipped over and skid using it's side. Black smoke pervaded the town's bus stop like a blinding fog. Once the smoke cleared, the door entrance flew towards Oogie. He quickly leaped onto the bench so the flying piece of metal didn't cause any damages. To him, atleast. A peculiar object sprouted out of the entrance of the broken bus. It was a child! A girl, to be exact. She jumped out of the bus and landed perfectly on the ground. She coughed out the smoke lodged in her lungs. She exchanged her hacking for laughter. A great amount of it. It bounced across the walls. She raised her hand to Oogie. "High five, dude!" She smiled.
"Umm..."
"What? I don't bite."
"..."
"Ha! I lied! I'll bite! Just high five, man. I have more caos to cause!"
"High five?"
"Really? How lonely are you? Just slap it!"
Oogie slapped her hand.
"Good. Now see you later." She bolted into the other dirrection. The girl was short and skinny. She wore some black pants and a black long sleeved shirt. She grasped the bus sign, spun around wildly and leaped onto a building. "A new commer." Oogie gasped softly. Only new commers would wear full black clothing. Oogie had an idea. An evil, mad, brilliant idea. A mischievious smile spread upon his cloth face. A worm slid out and he sucked it back in. "Hey, kid!" He shouted, running in the dirrection of the little girl.
"Someone called?" A voice asked. He spun around to see the small girl, hanging upside down from a tree with a grin.
"How'd you like to stay young and wild?" Oogie grinned.
"I'd loved to." She said. Oogie opened his eyes. She was gone! He was only blinking but the girl was gone in a flash. Oogie realized that the little one sat on his shoulder.
"Quit doing that!"
"No, thanks. Too fun!"
"Ugh...kids today..." Oogie grumbled, walking as the girl rested on his shoulder.
"Go on about that thing you said, dude." She insisted.
"Wait, tell me about YOUR life."
"I'm - Well, I don't remember.
"Aren't you curious about how you died?"
"NO! I KNOW HOW I DIED! They were too old. And boring! They were cramping my style. So I cut them off."
"You killed them?"
"No! I'm the dead one!"
"Oh."
"Grrrrr...I can't remember!"
"..."
"But I don't care. I'm a prankster. It's in my blood."
"Do you know where you are?"
"No, I'm a quick learner, though. Hey, check out what I found!"
The girl pulled down her sleeve and showed Oogie something on her wrist. It was the clock time. It was printed on her the skin of her wrist and it was counting down. They call it a Life Time. The clock measured the amount of time the person had to escape the Hallowistic Realm. If the didn't escape before the time ran out, they'd be stuck in Halloween Town...Forever! The time could be transferred into another new commer. Or stolen. A boy tackled the girl and they both landed on the cold cement ground. "Give me your time!" He shouted.
"You again?" The girl snapped. "Never!"
She kicked him off yet he grasped the bus sign and leaped back to his original spot. Oogie was impressed. Another boy came behind her and held her arms down. "I'll take that time now." He growled.
"Get a life, creeps!" The girl cried angrily. She elbowed the boy, escaped his grip and held him down when she spun around.
"Why get one? When I can take yours!" He leaped up and pushed her to the ground. Oogie reached down, grasped the back of their black, long sleeved shirts and lifted them up. They were all the size of kittens. They kicked and clawed at eachother. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" He boomed. They all gasped and tried to run.
"Shhhh! I want to show you something." He whispered. "You can trust me."
He trudged behind a building and into an alley. He carried them to Spiral Hill. Eerie music filled the air. Ghost began to sing and float,
Boys and Girls of every age,
Wouldn't you like to see something strange,
Come with us and you will see,
It's our town of Halloween...
The children leaped out of Oogie's grip and onto the gate with smiles of glee. Pumkins sunk into the sharp pricks of the gate. They all leaped each the prick of the gate after each pumkin. They jumped and jumped. And jumped, gasping as the pumkins' faces grew scarier.
This is Halloween!
This Halloween!
Pumkins scream in the dead of night.
This is Halloween!
Everybody make a scene,
Trick or treat 'til the neighbors come and die of fright!
They ran under the fence to get away from the ghost chasing after them. Witches on brooms flew down and the children's shirts got caught on the tip. They fell off and landed in three trashcans. The song had already moved on to different verses.
Something's waiting to pounce and how you'll...
SCREAM!
The children were already swaying. They all fainted to the ground in fear. Oogie quickly grabbed them and stuffed them in a bag. He dragged the bag to Halloween DOWNTOWN. He carefully opened a door that led inside a store. Oogie slammed the bag on a desk. "I want the life story of these kids." He snapped. A one-eyed lady stared back at his eyeholes. She had green skin but some of her body was completely bone. She was one out of the few to live in the downtown area. The lady placed on her glasses very slowly and peeked in the bag. She looked back at Oogie and pointed her boney finger towards him weakly. "I did not expect YOU to even touch a new commer!" Her voice was eerie and high. A witch's voice.
"Oh, come on! Look how cute they are, Helen." He said nervously. She still wasn't convinced. Oogie reached into the bag and pulled out the little girl. She was like a dead kitten. Her arms hung down like noodles as Oogie held her like a doll.
"Umm, hehe. That's not the point!"
He shoved the bag towards the witch.
"Please, Helen! For the hate of Jack Skelington!"
"Jack?" She gasped. Helen grasped Oogie's cloth. "DON'T YOU EVER MENTION THAT NAME!"
"Sorry. Just give me the read on these guys..." He said.
"Grrrrr... if it'll get you out of my store." Helen grumbled. "Your going to have to fill out these papers after a few hours."
"Fine. I want everything on these kids, then." Oogie snapped.
"Fill these papers out." She insisted. He sat down as she examined the bodies.
"You got a really good pick." Helen smiled. "These kids are fantastic!"
"Really? What should I name them?" He asked.
"Hm. I'm not a mother. Figure it out yourself."
He smirked sarcastically and examined the papers.
What do you want them for?
A: Hentchmen.
Creatures?
A: Trick or Treaters. Trick is more like it.
Genders?
A: Two boys and a girl. I think.
Names?
A: Unsure.
Wanted Skills?
A: Prank masters. Devil-like actions. Witchy cuteness and good looks. Ghost and Ghoul stealth.
Needed for?
A: Personal.
Trained or Self-training book?
A: I can handle three kids! Book please.
Rules:
1. Stay young.
2. Obey my every command.
3. Treat me like a king.
4. Treat Jack Skelington like a monster. Not the good kind.
5. Worship me!
6. Stay wild.
7. Never come back empty-handed after a mission.
8. No gross teenage problems or moments.
9. Love my cooking.
10. NEVER BETRAY ME!
Anything else?
A: I would like them to forget about their past. And I want them to have mask with their costumes!
"Hehe, that outta do it." Oogie smirked. He rose from his chair and slammed the papers on Helen's desk. She was examining the girl's hair.
"Which one first?" She asked.
"The girl. I want to know her life. I want to know her story. Her sadness. Her crush. Her family. How she died. And especially! Her weaknesses!" He snapped.
"It'll take a couple hours with all them combined." Helen sighed, setting the girl on the table.
"So be it."
AN: No friends this time. Simon and I are in a fight. A real fight. :'( And I have a funeral to attend. So yeah. Thanks for reading. Please review. If you have the time.