A/n: some random drabble that I was inspired to write when watching The Nightmare Before Christmas the millionth time that turned into my first Lock, Shock, and Barrel story. It kinda has to do with what the three do right from the start of the movie. Now I have one thing to ask of everyone, please no really bad flames. I haven't written a single story that I haven't allowed flames, but please no really really bad ones that I think this one might earn me. This in Lock's POV. Now that I've talked too long, to the Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I own no characters from the movie (though I do own a Lock doll) and I do not own the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas (except I do have the Special Edition DVD) either! Wow! That was short; now on to the story!
I sit in the shadows, staring into the commotion of Halloween Town on Halloween night. I feel a sudden chill and feel something brush my hand. I look over to see Barrel and Shock, my brother and sister, shifting from behind the crates like me, to on top, to get a better look.
We can't see past the group though. We're just too short, right next to all the demons we look like midgets, especially next to Jack, the Pumpkin King, who is currently rising out of the murky waters of the fountain.
I look over again and see Barrel barely awake, leaning against the crate, nodding himself to near sleep.
I pull on Shock's sleeve, pointing out Barrel's slight consciousness. She smiles an almost loving smile, though that would be impossible, and hops down off the crate and walks over to our youngest brother.
Being the oldest, Shock can almost solely carry our small, yet heavy, brother, on her own.
How we got this way you ask? Well, it was almost 300, maybe 400, years ago, when I was 6, Shock was 7, and Barrel was 5. Mr. Oogie Boogie was already raising us when he asked the question: Do you three want to stay this way forever? Well, being the kids we were, we said yes with no second thought and the deal was set, the spell cast instantly. We still don't mind, but we worry sometimes if our decision was truly all that it was cracked up to be. But it's too late now.
I walk over to Shock and the two of us heaved Barrel all the way back to the tree house.
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When we arrive we rig into the pulley and get upstairs into the tree house. From there I have to get Barrel the rest of the way up, up a flight of stairs and into the room we share. Shock's is up a different flight of stairs, in a different part of the tree house.
Since Barrel had fallen asleep in our arms on the way home I got him changed and I tuck him in. I never understood that part of us; no matter how much evil resides within us we still have a bond with one another, most of the time.
I hop onto the top bunk of the bed and lay back, thinking that tomorrow is nothing new, and knowing nothing has been new for over 300 years.
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a/n: well... i have more! but i need at least three reviews to keep going!!!!
