OH MY GOD I FEEL TERRIBLE! I'M SO SORRY! MY COMPUTER SHUT DOWN ON ME YESTERDAY AND I COULDN'T UPDATE. I AM SO SORRY! Anyway, here's the next chapter. Remember, any questions, comments, ideas, or anything can be PM'd to me or you can post a review.
Disclaimer- I do not own Soul Eater or the Nightmare Before Christmas
-Poe
Alma, Soul, and Maka were all snuggled up up on their couch, Alma wearing PJ's, Maka complaining how the baby was made to be a kick boxer because it was constantly kicking her, and Soul muttering how uncool he looked because Maka and Alma convinced Soul to wear a Reeper's hat because his hair resembles him. [Soul hated it but his girls told him too, thus he he had too]. There, the little family huddled up on their couch watching 'The Nightmare Before Deathmas', which was a family tradition.
"Papa, why do we always watch this movie, it scares me!" squealed Alma
"Sweetie, it's a tradition. It has been one since your mother and I were teenagers" replied Soul
Alma muttered under her breath, "We should find a new tradition"
Maka spoke, "Too bad. The movie is about to start"
Alma had a simple response, "Pass the comfort food"
'Twas a long time ago,
Longer now than it seems
in a place that perhaps
you've seen in your dreams
For the story that you are about to be told
began with the holiday worlds of old
Now, you've probably wondered
where holidays come from.
If you haven't I'd say
it's time you begun.
For the holidays are the result of much fuss
and hard work from the worlds that create them us
Well you see now, quite simply
that's all that they do,
making one unique holiday
especially for you
But once, a calamity ever so great
occured when two holidays met by mistake'
Alma screamed, it was already scaring her. And Soul and Maka being good parents laughed at her.
'Boys and girls of every age
wouldn't you like to see something strange
Come with us and you will see,
this our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween,
pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,
trick or treat till the neighbours come and die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream,
in this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed,
teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs,
fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home,
everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now,
everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, then,
hiding in the trash cans,
something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll..
Scream, this is Halloween,
red and black and slimy green,
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine,
say it once, say it twice,
take a chance and roll the dice,
ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream,
in our town or Halloween
I am the clown with the tear-away face,
here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the who when you call "Who's there?",
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Tender lumplings everywhere,
life's no fun without a good scare,
that's our job but we're not mean
in our town of Halloween
In this town, don't we love it now,
everyone's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
and scream like a banshee,
make you jump out of your skin!
This is Halloween, everybody scream,
won't you please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,
everyone hail to the pumpkin king
Now, this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la la la la'
Alma was not happy, she was terrified to say the least. She wouldn't be able to escape the movie, and even if she managed to leave the room for a second her Papa would just bring her back.
'There are few who deny,
At what I do I am the best,
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises
In the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort
Of my ghost-like charms,
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand
And a well-placed moan,
I have swept the very bravest off their feet!
Yet year after year,
It's the same routine
And I grow so weary
Of the sound of screams
And I Jack, the pumpkin king,
Have grown so tired of the same old thing…
Oh, saomewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow,
There's something out there far from my home,
A longing that I've never known
I'm the master of fright , and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations.
No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could…
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones,
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears'
It was a message from the formal Lord Death himself, Alma felt her eyes go heavy, she was getting drowsy. She'd finally escape this movie. But, she knew she'd be teased by her parents. It was worth it. Slowly, she lulled herself to sleep. But not before muttering a few words,
"Merry Christmas Mama and Papa. I love you..."
Alma was asleep. But she swore that she could feel her parents smiles.
