The Nightmare Before Christmas
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because Chapter 3 has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
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The sky was a shade of dark gray. Large, fluffy snowflakes fell
from the swollen snowclouds above and covered the ground in a cold frozen
blanket. It was a very bleak morning indeed.
In the Snowboard Kids' mansion, a big fancy Christmas tree sparkled
for all it was worth in the huge center living room. Nancy's cat, Marshmallow,
was curled up underneath it on the sheets that were tucked around the base,
sleeping and purring at the same time. Nancy owned a lot of pets. She owned
at least three Dutch bunnies (you know, the white kind with the long ears
and the pink noses) - and two cats. Jam adopted the other of the two cats
though, and named it Big Daddy because it got to be so big and fat that it
must have weighed in at 35 pounds. The bunnies names' were Floppity,
Moppity and Hoppity. Tommy said that the rhyming names was a great idea.
All the Kids were curled up in their one huge bed in the master
bedroom (they all slept in one big bed) and they were dreaming about all the
things they usually dream about - for example, Tommy was dreaming about
eating at a fancy restaraunt and Nancy was dreaming about being a fairy with
rainbow wings.
Linda was having an exceptionally pleasant dream. She was dreaming
that she had won a worldwide beauty pageant and she was standing on stage
as people showered her with roses and money.
"Thank you! Thank you all!" She shouted to the crowd, and started to
pick up all the thrown money. She carried an armful of dollar bills and
was just about to walk offstage when suddenly, the crowd started laughing.
Linda wondered what the hell they could be laughing at, and as soon as she
was about to throw all the roses and money back at her for laughing at her
a cameraman nearby said to her, "Miss, I think you got something on your
dress."
Linda looked down and saw a big wet stain on her dress, and she
screamed and was just about to break out crying when she woke up with a start.
"AAAAAHHHHH! Wha......oh......thank God it was only a dream..." She
said to herself. She sat up and suddenly realized something. She looked
down at her pajamas and saw what she least expected to see - a big wet
stain.
"OH NO! My dream was real!" She cried out, and was just about to
start crying when she noticed something else too. The stain was not only on
her outfit, but on the bedsheets and mattress as well. She picked up the
covers in curiosity - and screamed in anger. She picked up a small book off
of the dresser next to the bed and began bashing Jam senseless with it. He
woke up immediately.
"Ow! Ouch! Owwww! Stop it! Stop!" He blindly cried out.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO MY SILK PAJAMAS?!?!?" Linda roared.
"No, I was asleep!" Jam hollered back.
"YOU WET THE BED, YOU DIMWIT!!!!!!" Linda screeched in his face.
"I did?" He asked quizically, and looked down.
"Oh no, I did! I'm sorry, Linda!" Jam said.
"You'd better be sorry, and it had better not happen again!" She
yelled at him. "Not only did you ruin my pajamas but you ruined my great
dream too!"
"I said I'm sorry!" Jam pleaded. "It was an accident! I couldn't
control it! I was sleeping!"
"Leave him alone, Linda!" A new voice rose. Linda whirled around and
saw Slash sitting up.
"It wasn't his fault! He didn't do it on purpose!" Slash continued,
defending Jam as best as he could.
Linda was silent for a moment. She glared at Slash with a look that
could've turned one to stone. Then she let out a breath through clenched
teeth.
"All right. He's off the hook - for now." She growled, and got up
out of bed to get some clean clothes to get changed into.
After Linda stormed out of the room, Slash looked at Jam with a
little smile.
"We'd better get you into some clean clothes too. You're more of a
mess than she is." He told Jam. "Stay there - I'll get you some clean
clothes to wear."
Jam laid down as Slash walked over to the dresser and pulled out some
clothes for Jam - another pair of boxers, a white tank-top with a blue
tie-dye design on the front, and a pair of blue shorts. Jam got off of the
bed, trying not to walk funny because of his accident, and went over to
Slash, who handed him the clothes.
"I'll wait for you to get changed into something decent." Slash told
him, but Jam faltered.
"Wait...." Jam leaned over and whispered in Slash's ear - "Aren't you
going to help me?..."
Slash was strongly tempted, but he forced himself to refuse. He was
afraid that one day the two would accidentally end up going further than
they wanted, and either one would end up getting hurt somehow.
"It's okay, I think you can handle it." Slash politely replied, and
gave Jam a luscious kiss on the lips. Jam purred in response. Slash loved
it more than anything when Jam purred. For one, it sounded like a real
cat's purr - he didn't even move his mouth when he did it - instead, it
rumbled like a small motor in his chest. Slash had no idea how Jam did it.
He guessed that maybe Jam was a cat in a former life who got lucky enough
to keep his purr when he was reborn as a human.
Slash smiled to himself as he watched Jam close the door to the
bathroom. He considered himself lucky to have him. He was almost always
thinking about Jam, even at school. What was even better, none of the other
guys asked questions about their boy-on-boy relationship - he guessed that
they had taken the consideration to keep it to themselves and not raise any
questions.
As Slash thought about this, he suddenly heard a loud scream and a
noise that sounded like things being thrown. He looked just in time to see
Jam running totally naked out of the bathroom with Linda hot on his tail,
throwing things at him.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone!!!!!" Linda screamed and
beaned Jam in the head with a bottle of hair conditioner. Jam cried out and
held his head.
"Owwww!!! That hurt!" He yelled, and darted into the bedroom.
Slash just stared at him. "What happened?"
"I got into the bathroom and undressed and then I heard the shower
curtain open, and the next thing I know, Linda's pitching soap bars at me."
Jam explained.
"Why was Linda behind the shower curtain.....?" Slash asked curiously.
"I have no idea. She was probably dressing in there." Jam replied.
"Well, all I know is, you'd better get some clothes on or people will
think you're a streaker!" Slash laughed.
"All right. Turn around." Jam told Slash. Slash did as he was told.
As Jam got dressed, Tommy woke up with a yawn, and sat up and froze as soon as
he saw Jam. He stared for a second or two, then lay back down and pulled the
bedsheets over his head.
"I didn't need to see that." Tommy mumbled to himself.
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because Chapter 3 has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sky was a shade of dark gray. Large, fluffy snowflakes fell
from the swollen snowclouds above and covered the ground in a cold frozen
blanket. It was a very bleak morning indeed.
In the Snowboard Kids' mansion, a big fancy Christmas tree sparkled
for all it was worth in the huge center living room. Nancy's cat, Marshmallow,
was curled up underneath it on the sheets that were tucked around the base,
sleeping and purring at the same time. Nancy owned a lot of pets. She owned
at least three Dutch bunnies (you know, the white kind with the long ears
and the pink noses) - and two cats. Jam adopted the other of the two cats
though, and named it Big Daddy because it got to be so big and fat that it
must have weighed in at 35 pounds. The bunnies names' were Floppity,
Moppity and Hoppity. Tommy said that the rhyming names was a great idea.
All the Kids were curled up in their one huge bed in the master
bedroom (they all slept in one big bed) and they were dreaming about all the
things they usually dream about - for example, Tommy was dreaming about
eating at a fancy restaraunt and Nancy was dreaming about being a fairy with
rainbow wings.
Linda was having an exceptionally pleasant dream. She was dreaming
that she had won a worldwide beauty pageant and she was standing on stage
as people showered her with roses and money.
"Thank you! Thank you all!" She shouted to the crowd, and started to
pick up all the thrown money. She carried an armful of dollar bills and
was just about to walk offstage when suddenly, the crowd started laughing.
Linda wondered what the hell they could be laughing at, and as soon as she
was about to throw all the roses and money back at her for laughing at her
a cameraman nearby said to her, "Miss, I think you got something on your
dress."
Linda looked down and saw a big wet stain on her dress, and she
screamed and was just about to break out crying when she woke up with a start.
"AAAAAHHHHH! Wha......oh......thank God it was only a dream..." She
said to herself. She sat up and suddenly realized something. She looked
down at her pajamas and saw what she least expected to see - a big wet
stain.
"OH NO! My dream was real!" She cried out, and was just about to
start crying when she noticed something else too. The stain was not only on
her outfit, but on the bedsheets and mattress as well. She picked up the
covers in curiosity - and screamed in anger. She picked up a small book off
of the dresser next to the bed and began bashing Jam senseless with it. He
woke up immediately.
"Ow! Ouch! Owwww! Stop it! Stop!" He blindly cried out.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO MY SILK PAJAMAS?!?!?" Linda roared.
"No, I was asleep!" Jam hollered back.
"YOU WET THE BED, YOU DIMWIT!!!!!!" Linda screeched in his face.
"I did?" He asked quizically, and looked down.
"Oh no, I did! I'm sorry, Linda!" Jam said.
"You'd better be sorry, and it had better not happen again!" She
yelled at him. "Not only did you ruin my pajamas but you ruined my great
dream too!"
"I said I'm sorry!" Jam pleaded. "It was an accident! I couldn't
control it! I was sleeping!"
"Leave him alone, Linda!" A new voice rose. Linda whirled around and
saw Slash sitting up.
"It wasn't his fault! He didn't do it on purpose!" Slash continued,
defending Jam as best as he could.
Linda was silent for a moment. She glared at Slash with a look that
could've turned one to stone. Then she let out a breath through clenched
teeth.
"All right. He's off the hook - for now." She growled, and got up
out of bed to get some clean clothes to get changed into.
After Linda stormed out of the room, Slash looked at Jam with a
little smile.
"We'd better get you into some clean clothes too. You're more of a
mess than she is." He told Jam. "Stay there - I'll get you some clean
clothes to wear."
Jam laid down as Slash walked over to the dresser and pulled out some
clothes for Jam - another pair of boxers, a white tank-top with a blue
tie-dye design on the front, and a pair of blue shorts. Jam got off of the
bed, trying not to walk funny because of his accident, and went over to
Slash, who handed him the clothes.
"I'll wait for you to get changed into something decent." Slash told
him, but Jam faltered.
"Wait...." Jam leaned over and whispered in Slash's ear - "Aren't you
going to help me?..."
Slash was strongly tempted, but he forced himself to refuse. He was
afraid that one day the two would accidentally end up going further than
they wanted, and either one would end up getting hurt somehow.
"It's okay, I think you can handle it." Slash politely replied, and
gave Jam a luscious kiss on the lips. Jam purred in response. Slash loved
it more than anything when Jam purred. For one, it sounded like a real
cat's purr - he didn't even move his mouth when he did it - instead, it
rumbled like a small motor in his chest. Slash had no idea how Jam did it.
He guessed that maybe Jam was a cat in a former life who got lucky enough
to keep his purr when he was reborn as a human.
Slash smiled to himself as he watched Jam close the door to the
bathroom. He considered himself lucky to have him. He was almost always
thinking about Jam, even at school. What was even better, none of the other
guys asked questions about their boy-on-boy relationship - he guessed that
they had taken the consideration to keep it to themselves and not raise any
questions.
As Slash thought about this, he suddenly heard a loud scream and a
noise that sounded like things being thrown. He looked just in time to see
Jam running totally naked out of the bathroom with Linda hot on his tail,
throwing things at him.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone!!!!!" Linda screamed and
beaned Jam in the head with a bottle of hair conditioner. Jam cried out and
held his head.
"Owwww!!! That hurt!" He yelled, and darted into the bedroom.
Slash just stared at him. "What happened?"
"I got into the bathroom and undressed and then I heard the shower
curtain open, and the next thing I know, Linda's pitching soap bars at me."
Jam explained.
"Why was Linda behind the shower curtain.....?" Slash asked curiously.
"I have no idea. She was probably dressing in there." Jam replied.
"Well, all I know is, you'd better get some clothes on or people will
think you're a streaker!" Slash laughed.
"All right. Turn around." Jam told Slash. Slash did as he was told.
As Jam got dressed, Tommy woke up with a yawn, and sat up and froze as soon as
he saw Jam. He stared for a second or two, then lay back down and pulled the
bedsheets over his head.
"I didn't need to see that." Tommy mumbled to himself.