I woke up to the loud, cheerful cries of the town folk. There was a cold chill in the air, that made my bones tingle in oh the most pleasant of ways. I sat up and cracked my spinal cord in an appeasing manor, which made me smile madly as I popped my jaw in and out of socket. I ran my long, boney fingers threw my matted, messy dark red hair as I heard the Mayor begin his speech over the intercom.
"Everybody settle down," the Mayor whined over the intercom.
I let out am amused chuckle as I got up out of my small, coffin like bed. I took a few steps, practically a gallop to others is but a small step to me, and I was across my dusty, cobweb infestedroom, creaky, old wooden room to my long, dark oak, wall length desk, which was riddled with notes, papers bunched up in balls, and multiple empty beakers and containers. I checked four matching, eight sized containerd that were black with skull and cross bones painted on it. I gave a happy sigh. My potions have not been tampered with, what wonderful news! I gave a happy hop as I heard my mother and father talking excitedly downstairs, most likely about our annual Halloween Town Parade that's coming up next month. I get to play a part in the parade next month, which I'm extraordinarily excited for. I get to do the pumpkin magic that my father, the Pumpkin King performs year round. I unfortunately only have a real chance to use it but once a year. And this year is going to be my first time actually performing the spells and incarnations that my father knows by heart.
A tingle of excitement ran through out my skeleton, and I let out a happy squeal. My thirst for more knowledge shall be quenched soon enough. But for now, it's time to put my focus into the task at hand, Dr. Finkelstein. A sinister chuckle slipped out of my mouth without!e even realizing it as my mind churned up new ideas. But first and foremost, how in the hell can I slip poison past my parents! I scanned my room and seen a wicker basket, cliché yes but whatever works. I ran up to it and snatched it up. I carefully put the poison in the basket, then piled some random things ontop of it. I got myself dressed rather quickly, my excitement fueling my bones to move as fast as possible. As I tried to pull my black rippe skinny jeans that had white patches scattered across the material on, I tried to move a step but ending up stumbl Arounding over, falling into my desk chair, which was bothersome to say the least. When I tried to grab the ledge of my desk to pull myself up, I found that my damn hand had fallen off. I let out an unhappy huff as I searched around the floor for it before I spotted it just creeping around under my bed. I whistled sharply, my hand jolted up and scattered itself over to me so I could re-attach it to my joints. Once that was straightened out, I finished pulling my pants up, then I stood up and grabbed my skin hoodie. Now when I say "skin hoodie" it isn't actually made out of people's skin or anything, it's just what I happen to say is my skin, seeing as though I have no skin of my own, just like my father.
My mother made me this hoodie. It has white patches scattered across it, much like my jeans, and on the front of it, it has an upside cross and says The Antichrist Superstar and on the back it has a picture of Marilyn Manson on it. I'm not 100% sure of who he is, but my mother and father told me that he was an amazing performer from the human dimension that they seen on their honeymoon. My hoodie also has two hoods, but the first one plays as more of a mask for me. I pull it over my face and I appear to have a flesh like covered face with glass brown eyes that go over my eye sockets, but I can still see through them. The lips just have a very wide smile, that would reach from ear to ear, if I had any, and it zips and unzips, which is how I wear it. It also has a small patch of hair that is made from hay, just to add to my already luscious red locks. Then I have my second hood, which serves the purpose of just being a simple hood. I pulled it on and pulled my mask on. Finally, I was ready for the day! I grabbed the basket and ventured down the spiral stairs that lead up the princess tower that my room was located in. My room was an add on the town's people built for my parents as a congratulations for reproducing.
About halfway down the staircase, I could hear my mother laughing, probably her and father reminiscing about the past. I let a small grin form on my boney face under my mask as I accidentally missed a step, causing me to twist my ankle bone, so when I stepped down onto the following step, I tumbled the rest of the ways down the steps.
"Ugh, I'm such a clutz!" I cried out to myself at the bottom of the staircase.
My first instinct was to make sure my potions were unharmed in the midst of my clumsiness. I peaked in to find that they were unharmed. I let out a sigh of relief as I realized my damn left hand fell off again, as did my right foot. I whistled loudly to try and retrieve them, but only my hand returned to me. Once I reattached it, I whistled again, and noticed something wiggling around underneath me. I lifted my rear up and sure enough there was my damn foot, right under where my ass should be. I gave an internal sigh as I reattached my foot to my leg, then I stood up and exited the stairway.
My parents both looked up from the old, rotted dining table that was nearly completely covered in books and scattered papers.
"Did you trip coming down the stairs again Zander?" My mother asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Maybe," I replied quietly.
They both chuckled a bit at me, causing a bit of embarrassment to stir up in me.
"Oh how lucky I am not be a klutz like you and your mom," my father chuckled.
"Oh you Hush Jack," mother said.
"Well... I have to get going guys, i'll be home in time for dinner alright," I said as I tried to sneakily make my way to the front door.
"Where are you off to son?" Mother inquired.
"Just gonna spend some time with the gang today," I answered honestly.
They both have me slightly disappointed looks, but they just nodded their heads and said their farewells to me. They still don't quite care for Lock, Shock and Barrel because of all the chaos from long before I was born, but they don't tell me not to hang out with them. I mean, they are pretty much my only friends, that my parents know about anyways... Once I was out of my house and out of the yard, a mischievous grin spread across my face.
I made my way to the outskirts of town near the forest line, our usual meeting place. As I got closer, the view of the trio came into play. Lock and Shock were off making out against a tree, Lock was slipping his hand up Shocks dress and she had her legs wrapped around his waist. Barrel on the other hand appeared to be asleep on a branch above them. I chuckled slightly at the oh so familiar scene. They haven't changed much from when I first met them. They're all still wearing those silly costumes, but they're all older, taller, and just slightly more mature. Their masks are too small to fit them properly now though, so they wear them kind of like barrettes. Locks hair has grown out a bit though, Shocks hair is a bit thicker and longer, and Barrel was still large but his baby fat was replaced with muscle.
"Hey losers," I yelled out, announcing the marvelous news of my arrival.
Lock and Shock broke their kiss and Barrel just shot up, hitting his head on a branch above him, causing him to tumble off the branch. He landed right ontop of Lock and Shock, causing what is probably the most awkward dog pile I've seen in the past few weeks, since the last time something like this happened. I belted out in laughter as they bickered and tried to climb off and away from each other.
"Zander, why do you keep yelling everytime you show up?! You know how dumb Barrel is!" Shock spat out venomously as she glared at me from the ground.
"Well quite frankly, it's because it's just too funny to not do it," I chuckled as I walked up to her, offering a hand to help her up.
She accepted my hand and I pulled her up, but as I did so my hand came off again so I had to catch her with my other arm. She then gave me my hand back as the guys got themselves up. Once things were settled down, we all sat together in a circle under the tree so we could have a discussion.
"So you have the poison huh?" Lock inquisited.
"Yes I do, right here in my basket," I said proudly.
Shock squealed excitedly as she tried to peak into the basket, but I yanked it away from her.
"Uh ah ah, no peaking Shock." I teased.
She pouted at me, which caused Lock to give her a peck on the cheek, which caused Barrel to make gagging noises at them.
"Man Zander, you are one lucky fuck to not be around these two horny devil's all the time like I am," Barrel complained to me.
His statement caused both Lock and Shock to blush lightly and Shock stuck her tongue out at him. Oh how delightful these three are.
"Hey, we aren't that bad," Lock defended.
Barrel scoffed at him, but made no other type of response. I took my chance on this rare moment of silence to begin the days discussion.
"So everyone, I thought of how we can do the doctor in," I stated giddily.
"I'm gonna guess poison has something to do with it?" Shock asked in an annoying know it all tone of voice.
"Why as a matter of fact, it does! We are going to break into his home you see," I began.
Oh the thought of causing the end of another's life was so exciting, it was damn near sexual with how much I enjoy it.
"We are going to out poisom in all of the food items in his home, and he's bound to ingest enough to kill him!" I squealed out happily.
"So when are we going to do it?" Lock questioned.
"Well, we could do it today maybe..." Barrel added casually.