Where am I?" Woody asked himself, looking around the surreal space he had found himself in.
All around him were places he had been; buildings from Rabanastre, London and the city the sword had pulled together, along with random elements of the Cybermen's conversion facility and the white rooms where they had fought Teridax and his allies. Everywhere he looked, there were things he remembered jumbled together, but no people.
"Weird mix of places you've called up here." Said a voice. Woody's attention was drawn to the roof of a nearby building, where a young woman was standing. She was wearing a white hooded top and jeans, and had long brown hair. Her eyes were a strange shade of orange. "Mind if I change the scene? I'm expecting one more person…"
As if on cue, Peter faded into view, his eyes the same ghostly white as the woman already there. At the same time, the world around them faded away to be replaced by a view over Neverland.
"Finally." She said, jumping off the building and somehow slowly gliding to the ground.
"Peter?!" Woody asked. "I thought… No-one could survive what that guy did to you… OK, maybe Deadpool could, he's another story…"
"He didn't." Said the stranger. "Shao Kahn killed him."
"So… I'm dead?" Peter asked. The girl nodded.
"Am I dead too?" Asked Woody. The stranger shook her head. Now that Woody looked at her, she did look vaguely familiar…
"We're in a dream bubble." She explained. "The dead sometimes come here after they die, and the living can sometimes come here when they're asleep. Actually, Peter's being dead is part of the reason I'm here. I'm in the same situation, and it's one I'd like to be out of…"
Suddenly, she jabbed her hand through Peter. There was no blood or visible injury on him; the hand looked as if it were phasing right through him. Then she was gone.
"What was that all about?" Asked Woody.
"No idea." Said Peter. "But for some reason I think you're about to wake up…"
Woody awoke in a white room. It closely resembled the corridors of whatever they were in before, but Woody had spent enough time around prison cells to recognise one when he saw one, even one as futuristic and clean as this…
"Finally awake, are you?" said a familiar voice. Woody looked round to see Mickey, glowing green shackles around his hands. Snake was also there, along with Samus and Buzz, both stripped of their advanced armour suits. Samus was wearing a skin-tight blue outfit that covered her whole boy from the neck down, while Buzz a Star Command uniform.
"How long have I been asleep?" Asked Woody.
"About a day." Mickey explained. "In which time Teridax has thrown us in this cell, guarded by those Rahkshi creatures, somehow invented magic-restraining shackles for me, and apparently made a proper grave for Peter. Plus Spawn and Jack escaped somehow while we were asleep and didn't even take us along with them…"
"He made a grave for Peter?!" Woody asked, incredulously.
"So he says." Said Mickey with a shrug. "Seemed like an attempt to make us think of him as less of a monster so he can tempt us onto his side if you ask me."
"And he came in and told you all this?" Woody asked.
"Not really, he can talk through the Rahkshi." Said Mickey. "But I'll have to answer the rest of your questions later. Find somewhere comfortable to sit, this is going to take some time."
"What is?" Asked Woody.
"We could get out of here easily if I just had one of my magic artifacts." Said Mickey. "But I can't summon it with these shackles on, so I'm going to give you a crash-course in magic"
"Wait, so Jack and Spawn just abandoned you?" Asked Po.
"Apparently not." Woody said, taking something out of the bag he had been carrying. It appeared to be a skull… with its eye sockets closed? "Jack, you're probably better qualified than me to tell this part. But maybe we could hold on the musical version?"
The skull opened its eyes, however that was possible. "You're no fun." Said Jack's head.
"Where's the rest of you?" Asked Po.
"All in good time." Jack said. "Where did the good Sheriff get to?"
"You and Spawn had already gotten out. Mickey was about to teach him magic".
"Ah yes." Jack nodded, however that was possible. "At that point…"
"Here it is." Spawn hissed, as he and Jack looked over Peter's grave. The presence of a proper grave, dug into some kind of soil, in the middle of a spaceship, was a little strange, but right now it wasn't the least bit surprising compared to another noticeable fact about the grave.
It was empty.
"Looks like the shadow monster was telling the truth." Continued Spawn. "But either someone dug him up, or he climbed out of his grave and went for a walk. Either way, an empty grave is no good to us…"
"Maybe not to you." Said Jack, reaching into the back of the empty coffin at the bottom of the empty grave. He opened what appeared to be a second door in the base of the coffin.
"So the plan wasn't just to recharge my Necroplasm from his grave?" Spawn asked.
"Of course not!" Cried Jack. "Such an unruly practice! If Necroplasm is what you're after, I know just the place… You say you can gather it from creatures associated with evil, all the things that scare people the most?"
"Pretty much." Said Spawn.
"Well then, you're in for a treat!" Jack laughed, grabbing Spawn's hand and pulling him through the door in the bottom of the coffin…
"Welcome to Halloween Town!" He cried with a cheer.