Halloween wasn't good enough, the emptyness it left was to much to bare for Jack Skellington. When he decided to pursue Christmas, upon discovering it in the throws of depression, he felt up to the challange and managed a topsy-turvy operation of the holiday. In forming the Christmas holiday in his own image, unknowingly he placed the two holidays in danger. Upon his own selfish deed, he fullfilled his wishof something more to the extent of the humans enragement. He then suddenly realized that his own true holiday was the only inspiration for a passion he had lost sight of. He saved the holiday and gained an understanding and love for the only guiding light that showed him the way...
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Jack Skellington woke up with a sudden start. He sat up straight in his bed and breathed feverishly. His eyes were wide as he suddenly realized what day it was...it was the day before Halloween. The skellaton man jumped out of his bed almost tripping himself on his dog, Zero.
"Whoa!" Jack let out as he regained is balance. He asumed composure and made his way towards his closet to grab that day's, basically his everyday attire. In the closet hung a distinguished coat and slacks, mostly black with slivers of white lines gracing the costume. A tie was the last addition to the dashing outfit, shaped in the form of a bat, Jack placed this last upon his outfit. He gave himself a quick glance in the mirror and headed straight for the door. His strides were long and his demeanor, worried. He had but one day to figure out the dream the previous night had graced him with. The dream was nothing more than a story that Jack had wrought, a tale of how he stole a holiday named... Christmas? Was there even such a holiday?, Jack thought to himself as he made his way towards Dr. Finklestein's house. He remembered the excitement the holiday brought in his dream, the husle and busle and all the problems it had caused. Could he really loose interest in his holiday like the way he did in his dream? And the rag-doll! A young rag-doll that guided through his dream and made him feel something he had never felf before...love. But such a rag-doll did not exist in the Halloween Town of his reality. And the more he thought and pondered at the dream, the less he could recollect. He approached the doctor's house and entered.
"Doctor Finklestein?!" Jack bellowed into the grand home, for it was quite large. Jack listened and heard tiny wheels moving behind him.
"Jack Skellington? My boy! To what do I owe this unforeseen pleasure?" the doctor greeted him. Jack rubbed the back of his bony neck.
"Listen doctor, your studies had once or twice led you to venture into the subconscious mind, right?" Jack asked nerviously. The doctor nodded seriously. "Well last night I had a dream about, erm, well a lot of things, but to keep it short, it was a dream of basically, a weakness I harbored that almost destroyed our beloved holiday as we know it...um, what could such a thing mean?"
"Well my boy, I wouldn't ponder it too much, after all, you being our King and having to plan our callingcard, so to speak, must put you under great amounts of tension and stress. Perhaps this dream was only that manifesting?" the doctor offered. Jack nodded and continued to rub his neck.
"Thank-you doctor, I was just looking for you intake of it...um, by the way, you aren't planning and or making a lifeform of any sort are you?" Jack asked hestitantly. The doctor shook his head.
"Oh, no I steer clear of that venue, artificial life is completely unpredictable. Why? Was such a thing in your dream?" he asked. Jack shook his head slowly.
"No, when then I must be going...so much to do before the big day!" he announced and then was off. Secretly Jack didn't want any part of his dream to come true, to him it destroyed his comfort in his holiday. Still he had to admit he was curious of the Christmas aspect of it, it couldn't possibly be a true holiday! Jack approached the steps to City Hall, where the mayor stood anxiously waiting for him. Jack pulled at his tie. Now to get that silly dream off of my mind....