Finale
A small tear in the fabric or his skin. Well, it was more like an exoskeleton, considering that it was the only thing keeping himself from literally falling apart. But all the same, that was all it took for him to get ripped to shreds.
Oogie Boogie, as his last name suggested, was dancing. His ghoulish desire was coming close to fruition. Sandy Claws, dead; Sally, dead; Jack... double dead. They weren't... yet, but still he danced.
And he laughed.
"You're jokin'! You're jokin'! I can't believe my eyes! You're jokin' me, you gotta be. This can't be the right guy!" he jeered as he tossed around his prisoner.
"He's ancient," the sack of bugs insulted. "He's ugly. I don't know which is worse..."
Santa Claus, the jolly old man, was utterly terrified as he was pushed around by this... thing!
"I might just split a seam now if I don't die laughing first!"
His bugs fell from the torn fabric into the cauldron below. One by one, they fell, screaming all the way. Screaming in pain. Screaming in anger. Screaming...
One managed to escape the fate of being boiled alive, but it still screamed. This was Oogie's real self, beneath the sack, behind all those other bugs.
"Release me now or you must face the dire consequences!" Santa pleaded as he was hoisted up in the air. The warning had fallen on deaf ears; Oogie did not care about some stupid children that waited for 'Sandy' and his gifts.
If he had the chance to do something differently... Would he had released the overstuffed human? No. Oogie would had just killed him then and there, ensuring that whether or not he was beaten, there would still be people miserable because of him.
The tiny insect noticed a shadow looming over it. Its shape was like an oval, but it was more pointed at one end. It turned its tiny eyes up, wanting to see what was blocking the light.
It was a boot.
A very big boot.
The boot of a certain former prisoner.
It came down fast and with a sickening crunch, Oogie Boogie became Oogie Goo, a mere smear on the floor. Oogie Boogie would dance no more.
