Hello everyone! Sean here. For a long time now, I've wanted to do a Halloween Special with Randall, but couldn't find a story to stick with. However, inspired by my friends, I went on to do a crossover with Nightmare Before Christmas. I figured posting it on Halloween is a good start.

This chapter mainly is Randall's current situation and his discovery of "the doors". You can all guess that he would make a small connection to the tree doors and the door he was pushed through.

Chapter 1 The Doors of Seasons

He'd been walking now.

A long time.

He couldn't even remember where he was going now.

No purpose, no destination. Just letting his four feet take him straight.

He was too tired to wonder where he was going, or how he was going to get there. Too starving and thirsty to stop a single action. Randall considered himself lucky that the buzzards and condors weren't over his fronds.

Randall. Right. Now he remembered his name once again,

Every now and then, Randall forgot even the simplist of things. His name, where he was from, his life. He simply didn't care to remember anymore.

All he truly remembered was when he was thrown into this world.

It happened so quickly. Too quickly. He wasn't given the chance. It was like a ping inside him always forcing of the memory. He'd been stabbed in the back actually.

His welcome wasn't very pleasant at all. He had cuts on his tail, bruises on his back and arms, wounds on his feet, and a deep scar on his head, one the made the most trouble for him. Another angry memory came to him. He couldn't blend. The one thing that Randall thought that made him special, unique....was gone. It could be only temporary or would just work on occasions, but after a year, it seemed to be a false hope for him.

A year?

He looked around where he was as his feet continued to drag him. Randall had lost rack of where he was the past weeks. Not remembering where he's come, event how he gets to the places he does.

There were trees. Several trees. Each seeming to have the life burned out of them. Randall could relate,, sweating with the sun's raise beaming down on him. The mere thought of dying in a lifeless field seemed....seemed proper.

Randall just didn't want to walk anymore. He stopped near a tree, setting his top right arm on its truck shielding his head as he looked down and coughed.

Tired, sick, and probably as dry as a raisin. What was the point? He'd been trying a year now to get back to that place, receiving no help. Why bother if Death was inevitable.

He honestly felt like hurling or something. Similar, not that there would be much would be coming out.

Still ....something seemed very wrong.

Picking his head up, he looked around. Just trees.....more trees. Taking a limping step, he looked past the tree he had stopped upon. He became confused as he did. Far ahead, but seeable, was a color. Something green. It seemed a little off that this lifeless path held something.

Always curious, Randal felt the need to find out what it was, or at least get a closer look. He lowered his back and got on all eights, taking a slow run toward it.

If Randall's mouth hadn't been dry, he would have said something, but he just gave a simple gasp at the first look.

This place was worth looking at. The green color was a design on one of the trees. Paint or some kind of spray. Randall's first thought was kids, but having thought it through, it wasn't that easy. There were no kids around, the paint looked old, and the designs were so well done. And also.....

He turned around. There was a circle of trees. The other, plain trees were all separate. But these.....these were in perfect circulation with each other, each set apart at the right angle, right distance from another.

Randall looked through them. The green color was that of a Christmas tree, another with eggs on it, one with a turkey, and another with a heart. The others Randall didn't care to look at. One in particular caught his interest. A pumpkin was placed on it. It was also the tree that made him notice a knob on the picture's side.

Curious, Randall thought it was a waste of time to place a knob on all the trees in the circle. So....why do it?

He took to it, stepping in front of the "door". He grabbled the knob, feeling idotic, and pulled. He moved back as the door easily came open without a sound. He then, just as quickly, closed it. It didn't make sense to him. "(All hollow!?)" he thought . The quick peek led to dark, up and down, nothing. Still, maybe there was something he didn't see.

Opening the door slowly again, one of his emerald eyes pierced the darkness. He fully opened it, looking down.

Dark. All dark.

He refrained from stretching his neck out, it hurt like everything else, so he leaned in. There was something. A whirl of wind probably, but...from inside? That was impossible, but something was there.

Randall could see a darker figure inside. As soon as he had laid eyes on it, something shot up at him.

Randall was pushed back, but was grabbed by a dark blob of some kind, something that stretched from the tree's dark pit to him. Randall felt something tighten around his arms, he couldn't move. Something wrapped around his neck, making him almost lose his breath. Another thread wrapped around his tail, making him unable to lash out to try and get free.

He wanted to yell or bite the thing off, but his head was already wrapped around. The back of his body no longer felt the ground. He was being lifted. His left eye saw the door pass, then close, and found himself falling into the hollow.

Falling......

Falling......

Keep in mind that Randall has a case of memory loss and is slowly losing his memory through the story, thanks to his arrival in our world. This will be one of the main plots of the story. Stay tuned for Boogey's Boy's and Jack Skelengton!

Happy Halloween!