Again, I am really sorry. I've been struggling to write this to be honest. I'm getting a tiny amount of negative backlash on this story and my newer chapters that it really kind of sucked the enjoyment out of writing this. So I'm sorry if the chapters are getting worse. This is honestly how I planned for my story to go, so I apologize if it isn't wrapping up the way you wanted it to. I'm so sorry everyone for the long update, and thank you to all the nice wonderful reviews. Please enjoy.
I don't owe anything to do with nightmare before christmas.
Part two
"All done! And may I say you look adorable in purple," Shock cooed, freeing Lock at last.
The young devil jumped up, and stared at his left hand. He was horrified at what he saw. His nails on his left hand, HIS writing hand were painted perfectly in sparkly purple nail polish.
Lock completely lost his mind, and like he had gone mad or something, he frantically started trying to scratch it off with his other hand.
"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" He screamed, not even noticing that Shock and Barrel were rolling on the floor laughing and pointing at him.
"What a loser!" Shock laughed.
"HOW DO YOU GET THIS STUFF OFF?!" Lock cried, turning to Shock.
"I don't-" She had to take a moment and laugh for a little longer, "Know," She finally managed to gasp , before laughing some more.
"Figure it out Shock, NOW!" Lock said, dead serious.
"I already took you, I don't know how to remove it," She giggled.
"Figure it out!" Lock yelled, "And I mean it!"
"Nope!"
"Figure out a way or else!"
Shock paused her laughing, and narrowed in on him, "Or what?" She tested, "Or you're gonna tell right?"
Lock glanced over at her neatly placed makeup table, "Or," He said, scrolling over to it, "Touch this," He said, picking up some kind of scent potion she had on her night stand, and moved it to a different spot, "And this," He said, now picking up her hair brush (Shock brushed her hair?) And moving it. He continued to do so, and even knocked a pen she had on the floor. If there was one thing that made Shock go crazy, it was someone touching and moving around her things. She liked things a certain way, and when they weren't neatly placed by her choosing she went nuts.
"Stop it!" Shock screamed, marching over to him, "That's my stuff!"
Lock held a glass pumpkin decoration, "Take the nail polish stuff off, or I'm going to drop it on the floor and break it."
Shock looked at him helplessly, "I don't know how to remove it!"
"I think it's slipping from my hand," Lock tested.
"Stop-it Lock, come on seriously, I'm sure Sally can remove."
"You put it on, you can take it off."
"Put it down!"
"I can't hold on much longer," Lock tormented.
"STOP IT LOCK!" Shock screamed at the top of her lungs.
"What in the world is all the blasted yelling about?" A voice questioned in the doorway.
All three children forgot what was going on to look at where the voice was coming from.
"Hey!" Barrel called, pointing at the doctor, "How'd you get upstairs?"
The doctor grinned, "I have a claw on my wheelchair that grabs on to the stair railing that slides me up and down," He paused for a moment, "So why is everyone yelling?"
"Lock keep's touching my stuff!" Shock growled.
"You painted my nails!" Lock screamed back, "I'll stop touching your stuff once you get this stuff off!"
"I told you already, I don't know how!"
"If you can put it on, you can take it off!"
The two continued to bicker, while the doctor wheeled his way over beside Barrel, "Can I see the nail polish please?"
Without question Barrel handed the bottle over to the doctor.
"Come here," The doctor said, gesturing to Lock.
Lock turned away from Shock, "Why?" He questioned, scrunching his face up.
"I'm going to take the nail polish off," The doctor shrugged, "Unless of course you'd like to keep it on."
That was all it really took to have Lock come rushing over to the doctor, holding out his left hand.
The doctor smiled, and unscrewed the bottle of purple nail polish.
"What are you doing with that stuff!" Lock asked, horrified, and ripping his hand back.
"I'm going to remove it, so give me your hand," The doctor said simply
"With what?" Lock blurted.
"With this," The doctor said, holding up the bottle.
"Do you think I'm a moron?" The young devil blurted.
The doctor sighed, and wheeler slowly towards Lock, "I'm going to put nail polish over where your nails are painted, and it'll wipe right off, trust me."
"Yeah right!" Lock sneered, "What do you know about that kind of stuff anyways."
"Well I am a doctor."
Lock took a deep breath and let his guard down, and held his hand out nervously. Keeping his eyes shut as he felt the wet, disgusting feeling on his finger nails for a second time today. If this didn't work, the old man was going back in that neck brace.
Meanwhile Jack and Sally sheepishly slid in to a seat in the back row at town hall. It was pretty packed, and unfortunately everyone seemed to notice when they came stepping in. How did Lock, Shock, and Barrel handle all these dirty looks all the time? Both Sally and Jack were equally uncomfortable. This had to be the single most worst feeling in the underworld. And it only got worse then the Mayor came stepping on the stage.
"Jack! Sally!" He said, a little to brightly for the couples liking, "There is a seat saved for you right in the front row!"
Awkwardly, Jack and Sally shuffled out of their seats, and worked their way to the front row, trying to avoid making eye contact with every single person in the room, because everyone was glaring at them. Once they were seated though was when the fun was really going to begin...
At home, the doctor just finished wiping off Locks nail polish.
"All done," The old man announced, tucking the old rag he used back in to his pocket, "You can look now, it's okay," The doctor said sarcastically.
Lock who kept his eyes closed the whole entire time, unwillingly opened them, and looked down at his left hand, "It's gone," The young devil said, completely amazing.
"Told you," The doctor said.
"How?" Lock questioned, inspecting his hand, just to double check that all purple sparkly stuff really was completely gone.
"Acetone is the main thing in nail polish, and nail polish remover," The older man explained, "So when you put nail polish over nail polish it just wipes right off."
"Weird," Lock said, still looking at his hand.
"What a moron," Shock muttered.
Lock snapped his head around to Shocks bed, where her and Barrel were sitting, "Says you!" The six year old growled, "You didn't even know how to take it off!"
Shock jumped down from her bed, "I woulda figured it out!" She barked.
Lock rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms. She was so annoying. And what was even more frustrating was Barrel over there giggling with her. He wouldn't have thought it was funny if she did that to him.
"Now," The doctor said, cutting in, "Are you three going to hid up here all night, or are you going to come down stairs so I can show you what I brought."
Lock narrowed in on the old man, "What did you bring?" He asked, still with his arms crossed. He didn't trust crazy old people, even if this crazy old person just helped him.
"It's a surprise," The old man whispered, with a grin on his face.
"Good or bad?" Shock argued. Just like Lock, she didn't trust him.
"Good of course!" The doctor shouted, actually hurt they would assume he would surprise them with something bad. What kind of person did they think he was?
"How good is it?" Barrel questioned, "One to ten, one being the lowest, and ten being the highest."
"I think a ten, but you'll have to follow me and tell me yourselves," The doctor explained, turning to the door, "Now come along, follow me outside!"
Lock, Shock, and Barrel just looked at one another for a moment, before all them just sighed and followed the old man. If he pulled something it was three against one.
Meanwhile, Corpse dad just came stubbing on to the stage to make his statement on why he should be voted to be the next pumpkin king. And just to really rub it in, everyone in the room other then Jack and Sally clapped and cheered when he came forward.
"If I was pumpkin king!" The corpse shouted loud, and proudly to the audience, "I would make sure plans for Halloween would always be done when they are suppose to be," He flashed a glare at Jack.
If Jack had eyeballs, he would have rolled them, and if Sally wasn't so shy, she would have snorted. No one could ever replace Jack. He was the best thing this town has ever had.
The corpse man went on, "But, I would first get rid of the reasons that might delay or ruin Halloween. Now I'm not saying names, but we all know three little terrors in this town that might ruin this years Halloween for us."
The master of fright clinched his fists together, disgusted with what he was hearing, and from a man that has a child for that matter!
The corpse went on, "Now as we all know, pests are challenging to get rid of, so I suggest we exterminate their home, and that should be enough to get those three little Halloween ruiners out of town."
"Would if they rebuild?" A short witch asked in the back row.
The corpse shrugged, "We will refuse to give them the materials."
"And if they steal it?" The werewolf in the middle row questioned.
The corpse cleared his throat, "I believe in giving people a fair chance, But if any of these three pests steal anything, they will be banned forever from Halloween town."
Sally shyly raised her hand, "But where are they suppose to go?" She asked nervously.
"Who cares!" A harsh voice yelled back, and got a laugh from everyone else in the room.
Sally blushed, and slowly put her hand down. She hated speaking in general, but she felt like she had to say something.
The mayor came stepping on the stage, "Alright!" He said brightly, "Lets all give Mr. Corpse a round of applause for that wonderful speech!" The crowd roared with cheers and clapping.
Jack and Sally sat with their arms crossed, and straight faces. Both them knew it was rude not to at least clap, but they just couldn't bring themselves to even stoop that low.
"Now now!" The Mayor said happily, trying to calm the cheering crowd, "We still have one more speech to hear," He gestured to Jack, "Would you do us the honour?"
The master of fright scowled, but rose from his seat and proudly stepped onto the stage to speak, while Corpse dad stepped off.
Jack cleared his throat to speak, as he looked around the room at all the people that had turned on him. What was there to even say? They wouldn't listen. They had they're minds made up long before the meeting, and Jack didn't stand a chance. And even if this whole night went badly, which it would, no one could say he didn't at least try.
"As pumpkin king, I understand and realize how important Halloween is to everyone in this room," Jack opened with, "Heck, I love Halloween. It's the best holiday in the world, and I wouldn't let anything in the underworld ruin it."
A few people snorted, but Jack ignored them and went on, "But there has been a lot of problems in this town for a very long time, for about seven years I would guess," The towns people straightened in their seats a bit to listen a little more carefully, Jack continued, "Very disturbing things, things that keep me the master of fright awake at night because it bothers me how long these issues have been ignored until now," Jack voice turned a lot more grim and dark, "A lot of it was kept behind closed doors, and I should have questioned it sooner then I did, but I didn't." The pumpkin king took a deep breath, "The three so called trouble makers of this town were abused, and even a blind person would know that Oogie treated them horrifically."
Someone stood up to speak, but Jack quickly shut them down, "And don't say this has nothing to do with what I'll do for the town, because every single person in this room knows that the only reason this vote was called was because of the trick or treaters," He said sharply, "We as a town, as adults put the issues of Lock, Shock, and Barrel aside for so long just for the simple fact that we didn't want to deal with it, and because we ignored it for so long they became what they are. They were bullied, and beaten by this horrible man for so long, that yes they might have become trouble makers, but that's not any fault of they're own, Oogie is too blame, not them. And in the last few weeks I can speak first hand when I say their behaviour has improved, and if everyone in this room would give them a fair shot you would see how good of kids they really are. They've dealt with enough hate in their lives, what they really need is some love, and respect, not more hate, and trust me I see all the dirty looks you all give them."
"Behaved?" Someone snorted, "They destroyed all the plans for Halloween."
"Yes," Jack explained, "But they did that because of two reasons, One because the Mayor called them brats, and two because they thought me and Sally were trying to control them," The Mayor opened his mouth to speak, but Jack spoke first, "Isn't it a little sad to all of you that three children seem to think there is a catch if some adults are trying to be kind to them? Besides that was one time this whole month, and that was at the start of the month. They haven't tried anything else to ruin Halloween since, have they?"
"No," A voice in the front row said, "But you still aren't any where's close to being done planning for Halloween."
"And," Another voice in the back row added, "They're going to be leaving your house in a week, they'll just back to their old ways."
"Maybe," The pumpkin king said, "Or maybe if the town gives them a chance, and is nice to them they will return the favour."
This made the room divided on what to do know, and everyone murmured among themselves, while Jack proudly took his seat. Maybe he stood a chance after all...
"Why are we outside?" Lock complained, standing in the backyard with the doctor, Shock, and Barrel, with his arms crossed.
"I want to show you something," The doctor explained, pulling out three bottles from the side pocket of his wheelchair, "Here," He said holding them out to Lock, "open it and try."
Lock rolled his eyes, but did as the crazy man asked and unscrewed the top, and pulled out the wand thing that was attached to the lid, "You wanted me to show me how to blow bubbles?" Lock growled, not the least bit amused.
The doctor nodded, "Yes, now try it," He said excitedly.
"No thanks," Lock snorted, handing the bottle and wand to the doctor, "I stopped blowing bubbles when I was two, like most people."
"I'll try," Shock said.
Lock glared at her for a moment, "Seriously?"
Shock nodded and took the bottle and wand from the doctor.
"Whatever," The young devil snorted, turning to go back inside.
Shock dipped the wand in to the bottle, then blew lightly, in Locks direction. Lucky for her, just to annoy him, one floated right in front of his face.
Lock went to pop it when...
"BANG! BANG!"
Lock nearly jumped out of his skin, "What the heck was that!" He shirked, wiping his head around.
"Exploding bubbles!" The doctor said proudly, "Aren't they cool?"
"I wanna try!" Barrel said excitedly, taking a bottle from the doctor, and blowing a few bubbles and watching them explode like a firecracker, "That's awesome!" Barrel shouted, purely amazed.
"You should have seen your face!" Shock mocked, holding her side with one hand while she laughed at him.
"Shut up!" Lock barked, storming over to her and snatching the bottle of bubbles out of her hand, "Get your own!"
Shock didn't make a issue of it, and just took the other bottle of bubbles from the doctor.
The doctor watched peacefully at the three children happily playing, and giggling at his newest invention. A genuine smile grew on his face, and he couldn't seem to stop smiling even if he tried. They might not have been grandchildren, but they were close enough. This was more then the doctor could have ever asked for. It was a dream moment for him...
The Mayor cleared his throat to speak, while Jack returned to his seat beside Sally.
"Some wonderful speeches tonight, from both parties, honestly I think I'm torn on what to do. "
Corpse Dad stood up, "May I speak again please?"
The Mayor nodded, "Why of course."
All eyes turned to the Corpse as he cleared his throat to speak.
"Jack had quite a wonderful speak, honestly Jack it was touching," He said, gesturing to the pumpkin
king, "And I honestly do want to believe him on the stuff he has said, really I do, but," He eyed Jack carefully before returning his attention to the crowd, "Though he says these things, he has no evidence to support the stuff he's said. Our pumpkin king can not prove that they won't destroy more plans for Halloween, they had done it once, so what's stopping them from doing it a second time? Have they not also caused harm upon the town right after getting a talking to from Jack in the past? And when they first arrived to Halloween town we showed them with respect, yet they only caused us misery. Now I'm not saying they haven't changed while staying with Jack and Sally, but are we really going to risk another person in a neck brace, or broken bone to find out that they have just went back to their old ways?"
Sally raised her hand, "Well umm, if you're done, could I maybe speak please," She said shyly.
The Mayor nodded, "Go ahead Sally dear."
The rag doll slowly rose from her seat, as all eyes went on her. She would never speak up any other time, but she loved Lock, Shock, and Barrel enough to face one of her biggest fears, public speaking.
She cleared her throat, "We can test them, tomorrow at the ball. If everyone is kind to them, and none of them pull any pranks then we'll know, and have evidence on Jack's theory," She shrugged, trying not to stare at the floor, "I mean it's worth a shot isn't it?"
The crowd starting chatting among themselves, as Sally slowly sank back in her seat.
"Good idea Sally," Jack whispered to his girlfriend proudly.
The rag doll smiled at him weakly, "I tried."
Meanwhile...
"Can I have a snack?" Barrel asked, taking his coat off, after returning back inside.
"Yeah," Lock complained, tossing his jacket in the usual spot, the floor, "I'm hungry!"
"Me two," Shock added, neatly hanging her coat up on the hook.
"I'll go get some milk and cookies," The older man said, turning too the kitchen, "Follow me," He called, and the trio quickly came scampering after him.
Once everyone was almost finished with their snack of milk and chocolate chip cookies, the doctor looked at his watch, "It's almost 8:30," He announced, much to everyone's displeasure.
"But I'm not tired," Barrel complained.
"Me neither," Lock added.
"Me three," Shock said.
"Do we have to go to bed?" Lock asked, shoving his empty milk glass aside, and gazing up at the old man.
"That was one of Jack's rules," The doctor said firmly, which got a groan from everyone, "Course," He said with a grin, "Rules were meant to be broken."
With that said, everyone stayed up a hour past bedtime, jumping on the couch, eating more cookies, and watching TV, until they heard Jack and Sally in the drive way and the doctor rushed everyone to go upstairs and to at least pretend to be asleep.
"Jack, Sally!" The doctor said brightly, greeting the couple, "Home so soon?"
"Not soon enough," Sally said, taking off her coat, and hanging it up.
"Did everything go okay?" Jack asked, picking both Locks, and Barrels coats up from the floor.
"Wonderful!" The doctor praised, "Three little angels! Lots of fun!"
Sally looked confused, but Jack spoke before her, "I knew they would have fun!" The pumpkin king said brightly.
"Yes, well anytime you need a sitter my boy I'm happy to help, free of charge!" He said, turning to the door.
"Well thank you Doctor, so much, me and Jack are very grateful," Sally said sincerely.
"Anytime dearest Sally, how did the meeting go?"
Jack shrugged, "Better then expected."
"Well you have my vote Jack!" The doctor said happily, "Well I should be off."
"See you tomorrow night?" Sally called, as he opened the door, and his wheelchair arm latched on to the railing.
"I'll put my dancing shoes on!" He said, waving goodbye.
After the doctor left, Sally and Jack tended to the dishes in the kitchen that were left after the trick or treaters snack. They turned to go out into the living room, then upstairs to check on the three of them before they went to bed themselves.
But once the couple stepped into the living room, two small figures were sitting on the couch.
"Shock, Barrel, you're suppose to be in bed," Jack said.
"What vote Jack?" A sharp voice asked in the coroner of the room, in Jacks usual armchair.
The pumpkin king meant the gaze of a dead serious Lock, who sat with his arms tightly crossed, "And we want a honest answer," Lock said sharp as a blade...
Sorry you waited so long for such a short chapter guys. I am really sorry to make you wait. I promise to try and update as soon as I can. Thank you so much to everyone that is still reading this. Love you all.