[Third Person POV:]
In loving memory of Tori Matthews, Bradley Connell and Drake Morgan.
Rest In Piece,
For we never really say 'goodbye' but only 'see you later.'
The THUD of the three bodies sounded like the thuds of a hammer that hammered a piece of wood into the ground on the morning of their funnerals. It was a foggy, rainy morning. Tommy had tears in his eyes. His mother grabbed his shoulder. This was a signal that ment,
"It's time to go." His mother sighed.
"No!" Tommy denied, with tears blinding him.
"Tommy." His mother warned.
"NO! SHE'S MY SISTER! I'M NOT LEAVING!" He yelled. Tommy groveled to his knees and lyed on the very tip of Tori's grave.
"Tommy!" His mother yelled over the rain.
"NO!" He barked.
Two men grabbed him and carried him away.
"No! Let me go! Tori needs me! She still needs me!" The little boy cried. The mother grabbed his shoulder, looked him in the eye, and said,
"Tommy, she's gone."
"But..." He tried.
"She needs me." Tommy sighed.
"She's gone, Tommy," His mother whispered. "She's gone."
Tommy nodded and walked away with his mother. Angela cried near Drake's grave. Carly cried near Tori's grave. David cried near Brad's grave along with lots of other girls. Everyone left hours later. Tommy cried himself to sleep. Carly could never sleep. Angela looked up at her wall, thinking. A thought came to mind.
"Eureka! I've got it!" She exclaimed, jumping out of her bed. She grabbed a bunch of electrical stuff and made an invention in the attic. Angela stayed up to three AM. She ran thirteen blocks to get to Carly's house.
"Carly!" She yelled gently, throwing pepples to her window. Carly looked out her window to see Angela. She knew Angela had something to show her so she bolted outside and to her side.
"What would you say if I we could have them back?" Angela asked.
"I'd say, what are we doing here?" Carly replied. She led Carly to the graveyard.
"What are we doing here?" She asked. Angela threw a shovel to her chest.
"Start digging!" She ordered, shoveling some dirt away from Drake's grave.
"Uh...okay." Carly sighed, digging out Tori's grave and then Brad's. Angela stuffed Drake's souless body in a bag. Then, Tori's. Then, Brad's. They dragged the bag back to the attic. As they trudged through the neighborhood, David noticed them.
"Now, what could they be doing?" He yawned. David shoved his feet into his bunny slippers and walked outside. They girls accidently left the door open and David crept inside. With a curious look spread on his face, he walked into the attic.
"Pull of the switch, Carly!" Angela ordered. Carly reached for the switch and shut on her invention. The three bodies layed on three tables. David jumped in.
"Aha!" He laughed. Angela looked at David.
"No, don't!" She tried. Carly was startled by David's appearance and jumped back, knocking a bowl of water over. The whole invention exploded.
"You idiot!" Carly strained David's neck.
"Wait!" Angela said, peeking into the covers. Carly came over to Tori's body. She rested her head and arms on it. A hug.
"I'm sorry I couldn't bring you back, Tori." She cried.
"Nope. Tori, Drake and Brad are gone." David sighed.
What David said was true. They were gone. But something was created. Something even better. Something even weirder. Shock, Lock and Barrel. That's what was created.
"They're gone." David said, after he was done digging up Brad. Carly nodded as tears soaked her cheeks.
"They're gone." Carly cried, walking home. A thought came to Angela's mind.
"That's what you think." She whispered after they left home. Angela ran home and packed up her things in her backpack. She wore a sacriet outfit. A cape with a dress. She wanted to be updated so she added some cool teenage stuff.
"Done!" Angela exclaimed, placing on a black cape with her bag. She ran to the old tree and jumped inside. As she jumped in, she noticed her watch.
"Uh-oh." She gasped. When she landed in halloween town, she was three years old. Angela fell onto a vampire.
"Dad?" She asked.
"Angela! How many times have I told you? Don't wear your watch during the portal!" He had an accent He set her down.
"Ugh. Fifteen years of training down the drain. Oh, well. Welcome to twelve more halloweens in Halloween Town." He sighed.
Oogie Boogie:
"Hello, my children." The boogie man greeted three, three year olds. The shortest boy's stomach was growling.
"Aw," Boogie cooed. "Here you go."
He passed the shortest boy a bowl of his soon to be famous snake and spider brew. The boy shook his head.
"Just taste it. It's good." He insisted, bringing the spoon closer to him.
"Mm-mmr!" The boy shook his head.
"TASTE IT, YOU UNGRATEFUL PIPSQUEEK!" Boogie yelled. The boy gasped and sucked up all the soup in one gulp. It took him a second to taste it.
"Mmh!" The boy opened his mouth and used his finger to point. It was signal that ment 'more please'. Sally came walking with a basket. Boogie gasped and hid in the shadows. The little boy tried to skatter away but she grabbed his costume.
"Hello, little boy." She grinned. He tripped over the taller boy's sleeping body.
"Hey, Sally!" A skeleton man greeted.
"Oh, hello, Jack." Sally replied. "Look what I found."
"Oh! Three little trick or treaters!" He exclaimed. This loud noise made the others awoken. Jack lifted the boy up. He bit his finger and the other two burst out laughing.
"What name should three troublemakers have?" Jack shook his finger.
"Lock." Sally pointed to the three year old, short boy.
"Okay. I guess." Jack sat down next to her.
''Shock." She continued, pointing to the only girl.
"And Barrel!" They exclaimed in unision, lifting up the little, short boy.
"Haha! Brilliant!" He grinned.
"Thank you." Sally blushed. The kids never took off their mask. Jack pryed them off, leaving their face to be exactly like the mask except with a regular face.
"Oh, no. I believe they're cursed." She sighed.
"Hm, then, I guess they'll fit right in here. Just like you and me." Jack explained.
Sally twirled her hair with her finger.
"So, Jack..." She began. "What did you need?"
"The doc. He's been looking for you everywhere." Jack replied.
"Oh." Sally sighed. She seemed disapointed. They began to walk away.
"Pwoot! I hate that guy!" Boogie growled. The kid's stomach began to growl like black cats mawling on a quiet october night.
"Hm. Better take you guys home." He sighed, leading them to his home. When they were there, Boogie set them down. He was only a shadow to them but they worshipped him. There was a tree house but there was no furniture. The shadow was strong enough to pick up things but not that much. He handed Shock a weapon. Lock took her mask but she threw the axe near his ear. He took a big gulp.
"Haha! I like you, greenbean." Boogie laughed. Lock smirked and combed his red hair into a handsome form. Barrel searched through the cabinents for some food.
"Sorry, chubs. No can do. In order for you to feast, you must feed this beast." Boogie said, applying himself into the third person. Barrel grabbed three roaches and threw them into a vent. Lock and Shock drew a face on the vent and lit up some candles to make sure people knew who they worshipped.
"Okay, Chubs is my new favorite." Boogie laughed. Shock felt a sting in her arm. She looked through her sleeve to see a scorpion. Shock hugged the scorpion gently and it climb to her shoulder. She giggled.
"Happy Halloween!" Jack yelled from the town. Barrel tried getting up. Tons of candy leaked from his costume. The three year olds chowed down. Shock climbed onto the only couch in the whole tree house. She carried Barrel with her. Lock struggled to get up. She lended him a hand and Lock hopped onto the couch. Barrel slepted in the corner of the couch and used all the candy wrappers as a blanket. Shock lyed in the other corner. Lock scooted near her. Because she was shuddering with coldness, Lock hugged her to keep her warm. Boogie simply said,
"Aw, how cute. You're gonna need ALOT of practice if you are going to be my hentchmen."