The holidays can get really boring.Plot bunnies attacked me whilst on deviantart and this monstrosity was born.Please don't get mad at me if I don't finish this one,and for my avid Labyrinth readers,I'm sorry it's taking so long,guys.BTW,this will probably deserve it's rating,so don't get mad if I got it wrong.

I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas,or any of it's rights and all that jazz.

Enjoy!

"PHRIXOS!"

Phrixos awoke with a start, unaware of the bulky guard stood above him. His eyes stung from the harsh light of the bare bulb, and the straitjacket hadn't assured a restful night.

"Jack! Someone for you." He cried

"Huh?" said the boy absentmindedly. He did as best he could t brush the black hair from his eyes, but it just fell back again. Looking around the cell, he saw a woman, not too old, with a briefcase and suit on. Very formal.

"Jack Caber, I presume." She said to him. She peered at the boy over her glasses, but Phrixos stared back defiantly and replied.

"No, Phrixos Caber, actually."

The woman shot a glance at the guard who rolled his eyes,unknown to Phrixos.

"I'll call you Jack for the time being. Now tell me, how old are you?"

"17 years and 6 months."

"Good and why are you here?"

These questions were making him feel uneasy, despite the woman's attempt at a kind tone.

"Why? Did you know my parents?" he asked hopefully, eyes lighting up.

His mother had passed away just a year ago, and this had caused Phrixos to…lose his mind as the guards and doctors said. He had never known his dad, but he was sure that he had inherited his looks. Tall and skinny, dark haired with impressive green eyes, as opposed to his mother's short full build, dark blue eyes and strawberry-blond, curly hair.

"No," she said softly, "I'm here to find out why you've been put here and to help you get out."

Phrixos mumbled something incoherent, to which the woman asked him to repeat.

"I'm a dangerous schizophrenic, and I have hydrophobia, too." He added with a smirk.

"My name's Laura Manwood. I'm a sort of social worker. But I don't think that this-", she shot another glare at Phrixos' guard," –is the right environment for a young man such as yourself."

These words bounced off him with no effect. There had been other like Laura, people promising to take him away from the asylum, but after his schizophrenia kicked in, there was no telling what he would do. Once, before he had been brought here, Phrixos had attempted to tear his skin off his left arm, insisting that there was something stuck under there. And just last Halloween, he had been found in a deserted house with the bodies of two teenagers. Despite his cries that he was innocent, they had charged him with murder, and sent to the Youth Courts. After one of his fits, they had moved Phrixos to the asylum, where he had been for just under 5 months now.

Laura touched his arm gently and he looked up at her, emotionless.

"Jack?"

He remained silent.After a few minutes,Laura gave up hope and told the guard that she would be back to speak with him on Monday.Her agreed and she left after saying a small goodbye to the boy,who ignored her stubbornly.

The clang of the door rang in his ears,made him blink.

"You were well behaved for her,you know." he heard the guard say softly.He wasn't really that bad.

"Thanks. I do try." Phrixos replied testily.

He sighed and slumped further against the wall.The coolness on his back from it reminded him that it was the beginning of autumn outside, he should really take a walk. As long as he didn't start raving, the guards allowed him to do that.

Yeah right.

In Halloween Town, something was wrong. Jack was in his study, pouring over books about history and the like. Just to distract his mind from wandering.

News had come around Halloween Town about their Pumpkin King's secret, a long lost heir hidden in another world. Some insisted they were an elf in Christmas Town, while other said they were right under their noses.

Jack couldn't bear to hear the rumours, and wouldn't say whether they were true or not, for fear of dislike towards him. He wouldn't deny them, but they had already started to secretly search for them there in their town.

Jack closed the books and looked out towards the fountain. The Corpse Kid was being herded by his mother to…the Town Hall. Jack let out a sigh and made his way down the study staircase and out of his home.

After a day of searching, and no luck, Mayor had called a meeting for the citizens to share ideas and guesses.

"Well, I think he's –"started one of the vampires, who was promptly interrupted by Mayor

"Now, now, we don't want more rumours at the moment. Has anyone actually seen someone?" Nobody said a word, merely gazed around hoping someone would say something.

"Or seen anything?" he sighed.

Once again, the vampire piped up.

"I say he's in another world. We should be looking for him someplace else."

"And how exactly should we go about that?" demanded the Wolf Man.

"Erm…well…" he replied, lost for words

"I agree. If they aren't here, then what should we do?" asked a Witch Sister

"We should leave this rumour well alone!" came a loud voice from the back of the Hall.Oh dear.

As Jack Skellington passed through the row, all the Towners hung their heads and averted their eyes. They were truly guilty of spreading the rumour, all of them. Jack couldn't land the blame on one of them, could he?

"But if you're all so curious to know the truth, then here it is."

This was totally unexpected. Most didn't know what to make of it; the rest listened carefully to Jack's next words.