Alright, so this is like...my first ever TNBC fanfiction. Don't blame me if it sucks. Or blame me if you want to. I don't care. All nightmare characters don't belong to me (very very sadly...) they belong to Tim Burton. Alright. Here we go.

Let me forget th pain,

All of it was in vain,

They scoffed and laughed at my weight,

Who's Laughing now?

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The screeching of our cat alarm cat rang throughout the treehouse as it did every morning. It only lasted about five seconds, as usual, until an all too familar voice called out as loud as it could:

" LOCK, SHOCK, BARREL, GET YOUR ASSES UP AND SHUT THAT ALARM OFF NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ever since we were little, we all knew that was a sign it was a stupid school morning. Shock was the first up as always, getting on her slimming new purple long sleeve shirt and purple, frilly skirt along with her usual pointed boots that suprisingly still fit her and were truely stylish. I guess. Sally had made it for her, along with Lock and I's clothing. SHock rushed to the bathroom as fast as those long legs of hers could carry her cause, as we both knew, the first up is the first to use it.

Lock, being the second up, did his ritual toss-the-damn-alarm-out-the-window-and-hit-someone-in-the-back-of-the-head. Today, corpse kid got hit. At least I think, from the call I heard come back at Lock. He payed no attention to it, slipping on his long, baggy red jeans and red hoodie with horns made into the hood to accomidate the way his hair was shaped. Along with his new black sneakers that I thought didn't match too well. But he doesn't listen to me anyways. I heard him walk to the bathroom, starting up his new present he got for his birthday. A fucking chainsaw. Wasn't the smartest gift to give to Lock, huh? I heard Shock scream and be pushed out of the bathroom. Lock cried out in pain as she struck him with her brush but she just went to get breakfast started.

I, on the other hand, was the last up. At least willingly. I had to force myself to my feet basically, just to stay awake and not crash back onto the bed. I put my new clothes on lazily. A black t-shirt with a skull in the middle of it. On the arms were the old bones from my old old costume but they were broken. The spine pieces were there too. A couple missing. I wore back gothic jeans with the old bones too. but most looked shattered or snapped. I requested those specially from Sally. I dragged my bare, three-toed feet across the splinter filled floor to the bathroom were I saw Lock fixing his hair. So I did the usual. Grabbed his tail and yanked it. HARD. And he did the usual. Punched me in the jaw then stormed out. He's tired. I can tell. After a huge glob of hair gel and some darkening on the purple strange rings around my eyes, I staggered out of the bathroom and down the hallway. And wouldn't you know it? There. Right on the first step. A bear trap. Right and purposely in my way. I'll just go arou--...is that? IS THAT MY LOLLIPOP?! OH HELL NO! You can mess with me but when you mess with my lolli, you mess with the insane childish part of me!!!

Lock's POV

Shock and I laughed hard as we heard Barrel cry out in pain and fall down the stairs. He'd taken the bait, just like I knew he would. Shock went back to her pot where she cooked who-knows-what for breakfast. just between you and me, I never eat her food. I always think she poisoned mine or something. I don't know. Maybe i'm just paranoid. Or maybe i'm the smartest little devil in the world!...Probably the second one. I went back to the old magazine I found hidden down in Oogie's lair. It was all locked up and shit. Hee hee I know why he locked it up Its a-

WHAM!

"OW! WHAT THE HELL BARREL!!!!!!!!"

There was my little bro. Lollipop in one hand, a beartrap clamped tightly onto the other. That was the one he hit me with. He just glared deeply at me.

"THATS WHAT YOU GET ASSHOLE!!!" he yelled, obviously steamed.

I got up to tackle him but Shock yanked us apart. Barrel by his ear and me, of course, by my poor innocent tail. What'd it ever do to her?!...Bitch...

Shock probably knew what I was calling her cause she gave me a 'shut the fuck up before I kill you' kind of look then looked back at Barrel. She babies him. I watched her pry that bear trap off his hand then expect the wounds. Then, all hell broke loose.

"BARREL!! YOU DID IT AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU?!"

Shit. Not again. Ever since we were little, we've picked on the little guy about his weight. But, when he started growin' up, he began taking us seriously. So he stopped eating. Completely. Of course he can't die again but it still wasn't good for him. Everyone calls him the skinniest boy in high school. But that ain't what Shock is yellin' about. Its about the fact Barrel cuts himself. A LOT. And not just a small slit. No, he goes deep. He makes all these kinds of designs on them. Pumpkins, ghosts, spiral hill. You name it, its carved into his arm. I, seriously, think its cool but its hurting him. We don't make fun of him anymore. No one does. But he still cuts himself. Makes me feel bad about what I used to say to him. But, as Shock says, " Ya can't change the past, moron." Then something about changing the channel or some dumb shit like that...

Shock's POV

Why the hell does he do it?! I mean yeah, I know WHY he does it, but he shouldn't STILL be doing it! But. I digress. I casted the normal spell he requested. healing it so it wouldn't come open again, but making it scar into his arm. He says something about him going to all the trouble of designing it, he doesn't want it to go away. ITS CALL FUCKING PAPER BARREL. He makes me so pissed sometimes. But, he better make this up to me by eating breakfast. At least eat breakfast. I went back to the pot where I made a fine beetle and rat soup. I secretly watched Barrel sit back down with that sad look on his face like he didn't care about anything around him. I can't help but worry about the darling. He is my youngest brother. Its weird. When I was little, i'd probably never care if he did these things. I'd actually think it looked fun and do it to Lock or something. But, growing up, helped me mature enough to know when i've crossed the line with them. Of course, Oogie just thinks i've gone soft or something, but I haven't gotten that soft! Just enough, I think...Is that a bad thing for a prankster to go soft?

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