Jack paced around the room with his bony finger on his chin, thinking. Mountains of blue planning papers towered his workspace and books covered the floor. After the whole Christmas incident, Jack was held back from planning since he was busy with his guilt. The Mayor kept coming to his door early in the morning with more papers each day. Every time Jack would take the papers and tell him he would study and plan. He never did. One day the Mayor found out and came to his doorstep at five in the morning. Jack answered the door in his baggy pyjamas and his sleeping (hat thing?) covered the front of his face. Jack wasn't amused so he just agreed to do it next week. So here he is, catching up with everything. How foolish of him to just ignore the plans. Now he was filled with work to do and had no time to have a day with Sally.

Jack filled out a problem on his chalkboard then put a rough sketch of a bat next to it. He would run around the room reading books then filling out the plans with notes and more jump scares to add. He didn't even stop to have a break. Zero had followed him everywhere for attention until he gave out. Back to the chalkboard. Jack looked up at a plan he pinned to the chalkboard on the edge. He took out the pin and took down the paper. It was a monster from the town scaring a human out of his skin. Jack sighed and signed it off. Every year it's the same process. Why can't he just leave Halloween and it just makes itself? Friends scare friends a lot. Is Halloween town even needed? He must sound so ungrateful and disgraceful! First he stole Christmas and now he's thinking Halloween isn't needed. Jack shakes the thought off and looks back at the plan he had just signed. He looks at the monster then at the human. He runs his hand over the human and his mind starts to wonder. Who was he? People would probably answer; Jack Skellington the Pumpkin King! Of course that sounds fake. It was probably a catchy name for him. Who would have a last name like Skellington and not be a skeleton? Jack starts to feel stinging pain in his ribs. It feels like he has forgotten something important. A memory that has faded away. What has he forgotten or is it…who has he forgotten?

The next day

Jack arose from his bed and swung his legs to the side. He looks down at himself and realizes that he has slept in his stripped suit. He face palms but just forgets it. He stands up and continues with his daily routine.

Jack sits at his desk with another pile of plans in front of him. He got too lazy to look at them so he just signed them all off without paying attention. He doesn't really care since all of them are the same from the year before, the year before that and the year before that. The doorbell rings and cuts of his day dream. It's probably the Mayor once again. He rises and heads down to the front door. He opens it and is not surprised. The Mayor is starting right at him with his happy face facing him.

"Jack," he started, "What lovely day it is!"

Jack just stood there with his posture slumped and bags under his eye sockets. (HA HA)

"Have you finished the plans?" The Mayor asked. "I could really use them today, some people have been bombarding me with requests for the plans. They really want to practise for this year's Halloween! Isn't that new? Normally they would come to me last minute…maybe they just feel sorry about the whole Christmas incident, eh?"

Jack didn't answer.

"Er…" The mayor stuttered. "You alright there? Sorry if put too much on your shoulders…I just really needed those plans done.

Jack's eyebrows lifted in a sarcastic way. The King was not happy. The Mayor's face switched to his sad and blue face.

"Jack what did I do to annoy you?" He pleaded.

Jack inhaled then burst out with words. "Alright, let me get this straight," Jack hissed. "It has only been a couple of weeks since New Year and you're already pulling me down with plans? Of course Sandy Claws would have to start early. He has to please over millions of children. But us? No! Can't I have a month to—"Suddenly Jack's voice changed to a more British accent? "To rest and relax? I've been running around trying to think of other things to add but-"

Jack gets cut off by the Mayor. The Mayor's eyes are wide and open while his mouth hangs down.

"J-Jack, you feeling alright?"

"Of course I am! What are you-?"

The Mayor holds up a finger and Jack shuts his mouth. Jack is completely confused.

"Listen to yourself, Jack."

Jack groans.

"Now you've changed the subject-"Jack stumbles with his last word. What's up with his voice? Jack steps back one step. His hands cover his mouth and his eye sockets wide. The Mayor stands there, very confused about the sudden change in the conversation and in his voice. The Mayor takes a step towards Jack but The King just stares blankly at the ground.

"You okay, J-Jack?"

"I'm fine." His voice is now back to his American accent. The Mayor sighs in relief and his face switches once again.

"Well," The Mayor whispers. "I'll leave you be."

The Mayor turns around and heads back down the short set of steps. His opens the gate and walks by the music band. Jack watches him leave until he is out of the King's sight. Jack turns around and heads back inside. He closes the door and leans against it. He slides down it and spreads his legs across the floor lazily. 'Who am I?' He thought.