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One of my stories that I hope to make long and fruitful for all my readers, and I hope everyone enjoys it :D. I love Corpse Bride, and Bone Jangles was an intriguing character for me.
I thought on why some of the dead didn't decay while others were all bones, and I came up with an idea that they only decayed if they were sad or had regrets in there hearts and missed something terribly from there former life.
Unfortunately and also fortunately I wasn't the only one with that idea. It's unfortunate because I feel like I am taking her idea; it's Fortunate because I wont feel like I'm an idiot coming up with this.
NOTE: I do not know what Bone Jangles true life-story was, and if it's against Tim Burtons story, I am very sorry, but it didn't give you much of a hint in the show, so this is my idea of the story, I appreciate constructive criticism and reviews, but please no flames, they take up space. XD
Chapter 1: Flashback—I Have my RegretsBone Jangles watched as the last of his flesh rapidly decayed into dust that was blown away by the breeze. Speaking of breezes, he began to ponder on how there was a way for a breeze to blow in the land of the dead, deep below the earth of the living. Shrugging the strange thought away, he tilted his head, the single eyeball resting in its socket rolled to the other side with ease. Things weren't going so well, he decayed rapidly and all that was left of him now was a smooth white skeletal figure, and a single eyeball to prove he once had a body. And even that wasn't much.
Back to that breeze, where in the death was that coming from? Suddenly, he heard a bell sounding; he covered his ears to drown out the ringing.
'New Arrival.' He muttered to himself, seconds later came the screaming voices of the other dead.
"New arrival! NEW ARRIVAL!" Cheering in unison, as they many people rushed to the place where the new arrival would be…well, arriving.
A new arrival was someone who had recently died and was sent to the Land of the Dead, and became a new denizen of the world. For the residents of L.O.D. (usually called that for short) it was always made into a wonderful celebration, the new dead were welcomed with warmth…it always felt good after a droll and sad life above. But even though life…or death was definitely more lively and loving down here, Bone Jangles continued to decay with his pain and unhappiness. He had lost something dear to him when he died, and he didn't want to be happy when he felt like he may never see that thing again. So while the people were welcoming this new arrival with many introductions, he sat in painful solitude. He tipped his hat over his face and leaned back on the bench, trying to 'sleep'.
As the hustle and bustle the new arrival had created died down, Bone Jangles found he was able to relax and even drift off to his own world. He was just feeling completely relaxed when a light hit his eyes as his hat was lifted off of his face. When his vision cleared, he was face-to-face with a young woman, no older than 18, her skin was a pale blue, and her long blue-black hair was wispy and still full of life. Her light red lips curved into a smile as she realized he had come to his senses.
"Hello." She chirped with a grin "What's your name?"
Bone Jangles sat up and looked at the girl, she must be the new arrival that everyone had greeted earlier, her skin was still slightly warm and soft, she had not decayed, her cheeks were still round and soft, yes, she was definitely the new arrival.
Returning to her question, he straightened up in his seat "Call me Bone Jangles."
Her smile radiated "Very nice to meet you, my name is Emily."
He found himself smiling; her happiness was radiating off of her, but wait…why was she so happy when she just died?
"Well…Emily, how did you die?"
Emily looked at him, perplexed "Die? What do you mean I am not dead." But then she looked at him again "…I am talking to a skeleton aren't I." Her smile fell and she looked hurt.
Bone Jangles looked at her fallen face "Well?"
She sniffed and sat down "I didn't want to believe it was true…" her skin started to decay, and her cheeks began to thin. "How…could he."
Bone Jangles didn't want to see someone like her loose a body "Listen, it'll be okay, you can make friends down here."
Forcing herself to wipe away the tears she smiled meekly "Your right…it'll do no good if I'm unhappy." Her smile widened "From now on, you're my friend…so…how did you die."
He went silent and looked foreword "I guess…it's as good a time as any to tell someone."
Telling young Emily his story, she listened intently. Over time, she was the only one he found to understand, when she was gone, he would never tell his story again, that he promised himself.
Bone Jangles, Emily, Corpse Bride © Tim Burton
I hope you like it :D sorry it's short, next chapter will be better