The glowing figure limped towards Jack and the manic gleam in its emerald eyes was nerving "Please stop." Jack chocked out. It hurt to talk but he had to try. "I didn't mean to-"
"SILENCE!" It screamed. "You didn't mean to? To what? Cut me open? Hack me apart? Make a science fair project out of me and cripple me for life? Oh… that's right; I'm a ghost- no 'life' to cripple. Not anymore at least." Phantom inched closer with a one bladed hand saw and a crumpled piece of paper. The scars that painted his torso like a canvas as well as the missing chunks of flesh where apparent with his jumpsuit in tattered pieces.
"Wh… what's that?"
Phantom held up the paper. "This?" The ghost tilted his head to the sized and looked at Jack questioningly. "You live in Amity, didn't you know there's a Jack-o-Lantern contest each year?"
All the blood left Jack's face and he couldn't seem to find his voice to ask the last question that suddenly formed.
"I went through many, many designs but I think I found one that's just right for you. You have such a nice shade of orange Jack. I'm confident we'll win first place." Phantom stabbed the saw into the Jack's stomach and watched as red seeped out along with a bone piecing scream. "Maybe I should get a bowl." He mused. "After all you need some where to put the guts when you hollow out a pumpkin."
"Ph-Phantom… stop. Aren't you … supposed to be the guy?"
Phantom frowned. "But Dad, I am. When we win I promised I'd give all the festive fudge to you." He smiled. "Now why don't you keep quiet so I can concentrate better, wouldn't want to mess up and give first place to Vlad again now would we?"
"But-"
"Don't worry. I know how chatty you can be when it comes to 'V-man' and fudge so I got you something." Phantom let go of the saw and Jack clenched his teeth as gravity pulled the handle down and the blade up further into his innards. The disfigured ghost dragged one leg as he hobbled over to the dissection table where some of his own organs were littered. "Now where is it? Hm… Ah! Found it."
Jack whimpered as his eyes traced every step Phantom took closer.
"Isn't it pretty? I made it from Mom's jumpsuit. I thought you'd like a piece of her to remember."
Jack ignored the reminder of his wife and averted his eyes from the silhouetted pile of body parts in the corner of the lab next to the portal. Some of the sanguine fluid from the pool surrounding the mess didn't escape his vision though so he closed his eyes as he watched the crimson stained boots stop in front of him.
"She was pushing me to explore my artistic side this year. I'll make her proud." Phantom promised securing the make shift gag. "Now… let's get started shall we?"