Hello everybodeh!

I'm Saphia Jaime Hart, S.J. for short. This story was made by me, without the help of Natrona and Kagurame. So give them NO CREDIT , okay?
Thank you.

This is my first fanfiction, so please go easy on the comments (I'm just a little witch, take pity on me)! But of course, Constructive Criticism is perfectly okay. Anything that helps.
Flames will be used to roast my marshmallows.

I hope you'll enjoy my story, and don't forget to review.
I'M BEGGIN' YA.

Disclaimer: Like all of the TNBC fanfics, I don't own the characters. They belong to Tim Burton. Hmm, that makes me think… Does Tim Burton write fanfics?
Then again, if he did, they wouldn't be fanfics.

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It was another grim, eerie night in Halloween Town.

The same chilly autumn wind blasted the same old broken shutters and doors, making creaking and cracking sounds as they moved helplessly against the less than gentle breeze.
Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Unless of course, you looked at the calendar.

It was October the 31st.
It was Halloween.

As the late night mist started to clear, one could easily see the Town Hall lit up in the middle of the Halloween Town square, and if you listened close enough, you could hear faint singing and organ music coming from the cracks in its wooden walls. Everyone inside was eating, drinking and talking merrily as the congratulated each other for the job well done.

"It's over!"

"We did it!"

"Wasn't that terrifying?!"

"What a night!"

"Great Halloween, everybody!" The Mayor bellowed through his megaphone, successfully getting the attention of the celebrating denizens of Halloween town. He cleared his throat.
"Yes, yes. I understand that this year's Halloween was the most horrible yet. But I would like to remind you why we are gathered here tonight."

The Mayor stopped for a moment, as if trying to add suspense. But soon enough he noticed that it wasn't working, and continued. "As we all know, Mr. Jonathan Efreid Skellington, our long time Pumpkin King, has retired from his scaring duties and needs someone to take his place. For many years, though, the title of the Pumpkin King has been passed from Skellington to Skellington. But it seems, that starting today, there will be a change." he took a deep breath, feeling through his pockets as he continued. "The role of the Pumpkin King will now be given through an election. I have the votes right here."

The Halloween Town residents looked excited as he said this, exchanging glances at each other and whispering words too soft to hear. Even Corpse Baby looked intrigued, as he sucked his thumb while sitting on his father's back. They all waited Mayor's next words.

Well, almost all.

A young Jack Skellington sat in the corner of the Town Hall, resting his head on his hand, daydreaming as the Mayor droned on. "I wonder how it would be like to be the Pumpkin King. It would be such an honor! Oh, I'm sure I could make Halloween even scarier if they'd let me! Think of the things I could do!"

Then he looked back at the Mayor and sighed.

"But who would vote for me? The reason why everyone's so excited is that they know a non-Skellington can become the Pumpkin King, so why would they waste their votes on me? Oh well. I suppose I would still have my daydreams." he mumbled before going back to a world of his own, not bothering to listen to the Mayor's words.

Until...

"Now, the votes have been tallied. The winner is..."

There was silence.

"MR. JACK SKELLINGTON!"

Jack felt bewildered as random monsters started to push him onstage.

"Congratulations, my boy!" the Mayor smiled, his happy face happier than usual. The town hall was filled with clapping, as the Mayor gave Jack a trophy that read, Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King of 1980.

And soon, the young skeleton man was engulfed in handshakes and hugs. He couldn't help but feel happy all over.

Then suddenly...

"BAH! WHY SHOULD YOU LET HIM BE THE PUMPKIN KING!" a deep bellowing voice yelled from the entrance of town hall. An animated burlap sack of bugs started to waddle towards the newly crowned Pumpkin King, shaking his "finger" at him.

At the sight of the sack, everyone instantly fell silent.

"Well, if it isn't Oogie Boogie." Jack said calmly. "Long time no see."
"Looks like someone's proud of himself today." the sack called Oogie Boogie smirked.
"Wh-what are you doing h-here?"the Mayor stuttered. "Y-you weren't inv-vited..."

"Really now?" Oogie Boogie laughed, as he looked the frightened-beyond-imagination Mayor in the eye. Or eyehole. "I thought everyone in Halloween Town was invited, so I guessed that my invitation got lost in the mail." he answered mockingly, before kicking the poor Mayor, making him roll helplessly on the floor. Then he turned to Jack.

"Leave now, Oogie. You're not welcome here anymore."
"Oh, come on now, Mr. Pumpkin King. I thought we were friends."
"That was a long time ago, Oogie. I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh really?" Oogie asked as he circled around Jack. "Ooh, I'm scared."
"I'm serious, Oogie. Leave now. Or else." Jack repeated, a little more sternly.

"Whatever you say, Jacky Boy." Oogie turned away as he started walking towards the exit, but he glanced back one last time as he said, "But this won't be the last time you see me. AHAHAHAHAHA!" then he disappeared into the shadows, everyone still looking at where he left the room.

"Now, settle down everyone!" the still frantic mayor mumbled through his megaphone, finally able to stop rolling. "Settle down."

Jack sat down on an empty chair and sighed. "Him again. I thought he was gone for good."

"Oh yes. It seems that Boogie's still alive, eh?"

Jack whirled around to see Dr. Finkelstein wheeling towards him.

"Doctor!" Jack exclaimed.

"Congratulations, my boy." the duck-billed Mad Scientist croaked, shaking Jack's hand. "It's seems like you'll be busy from now on."
"Well, not busy enough to keep me away from seeing your inventions." Jack smiled.
"Speaking of which, that reminds me..." the Doctor mumbled. "I've been working on a new creation!"
"Oh really? What's it called?"
"It's not an it, Jack, my boy. It's a she, and her name is Sally."
"Oh. In that case, I'd really like to meet her."

"Don't worry, my boy." the Doctor said, wheeling away. "You will. And don't worry about Boogie. He's not as powerful as he thinks he is."

Then he disappeared into the midnight darkness, leaving Jack alone amidst the celebrating Halloweenizens in Town Hall.

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"Snake eyes..."

That was all the annoyed Boogieman could mutter as he slipped back into the darkness that was his casino.
"That stupid bonehead... Think he could outwit me, eh?"

"But how can I do that now he'll get all his subjects to watch over me day and night?" he silently thought.
How would he feel if I watched him day and night?"

He sat down on the cracked wooden stool next to the gambling table, letting a groan of air and bugs out as he grabbed a bottle labeled "Bug Juice". He quickly guzzled it down, emptying the bottle before slamming it back on the table, breaking the glass into a thousand pieces.

For a moment, there was silence.
Then the Boogieman started to smile. An evil smile.
Then he started to laugh. An evil laugh.
"BWAHAHAHA!" he laughed triumphantly, which could only mean one thing:
He had an idea.

Or it could have been the Bug Juice.

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As soon as the Bug Juice wore off a bit, the Boogieman waddled towards his cabinet, being very careful not to step on a piece of glass which could unravel him. The last time that happened it took him two months to put himself back together, and it wasn't exactly easy.

As he opened the creaky doors of the cabinet, he reached an arm in and grabbed something that looked like an... iPad.
"Now lemme see..." Oogie mused as he turned it on, typing in the password (irulejackdrools). "How many do I want? Seven? Nah. Two difficult to handle. Five maybe, or... three? Yeah, three sounds good."

He started flipping through his "apps", looking for the right one. Soon he found one that was labeled "tracking" which he tapped on.

BLING!

A miniature boogieman appeared on the screen. "How may I help you?" it said in a robotic voice. It waved its arms, and instructions appeared on the screen.
Select or Random? _

Oogie quickly typed "Random".

More instructions then appeared on the screen, as the Boogieman quickly typed his answers in all the questions, with a bit of mm-hmms. Then he pressed the "send" button.

He smirked, before leaving the iPad on the table, still on, where the words could be clearly read:

Select or Random? Random

Number: 3

Age: 6-8 (as of delivery)
Background: Enjoys Halloween and is potentially evil
Area of Death/Portal: Varona Cemetery
Date of Death: Oct. 31, 1984

Thank you for choosing Soul Tracking 101. Your souls shall be delivered at the appointed date.

"Who'll be spying on who now, Jack Skellington?"

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Well, how was it? I really hope you liked it. :) If not, I have my marshmallows ready.

If you wanna know how I got the timeline, I used this formula.

Hidden ending: "Many years later"- eight years (based on my speculation)

1993-8=1985

I set the prologue five years before the incident and the story 3-4 years later.
You'll see the trio in the first chapter. I promise. The story's all about them anyway.

Oh, and if you're wondering how Oogie Boogie has an iPad in the '80s, don't look at me. I don't know either.
R&R!