(A/N: Here we go. I promised the next story would feature the return of Franken Doll. She has some plans in store for Tarot and it's up to Jon and Pooka to save her. By this time, Jon has gained more control over his fire magick and mixed it with his combat skills. I want to upload more than chapter of the Skeleton Man Chronicles. Sort of my 'Hexmas' present to all you fanficers out there. Enjoy ;).
It started with Pooka coming to his house with a roll of parchment in his mouth. As Jon unwrapped it he noticed an old gift. A doll that resembled Tarot, the one he gave her years ago. His heart stopped when he realized what this meant. "My god… she's back…"
Tarot woke up groggy and the first thing she noticed was that her hands were chained over her heads with manacles. As she looked around to get a bearing of her surroundings the first thing she noticed was the doll parts. Legs, arms and eyes of various shapes and sizes strewn over the floor. She immediately realized who captured her. "I was wondering when I would see you again. Come out. I know you're here!" Not long afterwards, a something strutted out from the shadows to lord over her captured prey. Her skin was a sickly green with stitches running over most of her body as though she was hastily stitched together. An upside down pentagram as fixed onto the middle of her forehead. For clothing she wore a strapless green corset top with matching arm's length gloves and thigh high boots. She had wore no pants but wore a pair of panties with three sixes on the front. Her eyes were mismatched with one looking normal and the other looking inhuman. Her hair was fashioned into pigtails with pink highlights and looked as though she stuck her finger into an open light socket. "It's nice to meet you too Tarot." Illyria aka Franken-Doll said. "Thanks for keeping your body in such great shape. Those parts are to die for!" she cackled.
"What it the meaning of this?!" Tarot demanded. She tried to cast a spell to release herself from her chains only to be shocked painfully. Her head slumped down as she recovered from the pain hurt but still conscious. "Don't do that again!" Franken Doll screamed. "You'll damage the goods! As for what I'm doing it's pretty obvious: I'm going to cut you into thirteen pieces then I'm going to stitch them onto myself. Wouldn't you agree that they would look so much better on me?" she asked as she struck a pose. "No. I don't considering I'm still using them." Tarot stated bluntly. "Now let me go or suffer the consequences!" Franken Doll retorted with a slap to the face. "You're in no position to start making demands." She said ominously. "Great. Now I damaged the cheek. No matter. A little blush should cover that. Lucky for you I need to get a few things before we get started." She snapped her fingers and the doll parts on the floor began to move. They soon assembled themselves to resemble humanoids and began to climb to a nearby desk. They fished out markers and crawled over to Tarot. They began to crawl up to Tarot and began tracing dotted lines over her body. Some of the markers traced over her womanhood and exposed nipples eliciting a small moan from her. "I suggest you let me go now. Or else a certain friend of my mine will show up and hurt you. Badly." Tarot threatened. "Ha. You mean your boneheaded boy toy?! Don't worry about that. Even if he did find you, my friends will take care of him. Now why don't you relax and make your peace. Little Wiz Diz here is going to watch over you while the little ones do their work." She pointed over to two cats conjoined in the middle as they stretched over a skull shaped pillow. She then skipped up the basement stairs to fetch her supplies. "Hurry my love." Tarot thought as the dolls continued to mark her…
"Seriously? There are a bunch of places she could hide and she chose an abandoned doll factory?" Jon said to Pooka but more to himself. Luckily Jon learned how to track down people by their auras. It was difficult to learn but worth it…
The place in question was called "Happy-go-lucky Toy Factory that was closed for years after it declared bankrupt. He was standing on the roof walking over to the door ready to face what was inside. "Alright, let's hope those combat lessons work." He turned to Pooka and told him to stay out of sight incase things got dangerous…
Jon entered the abandoned factory floor and noticed the quite. There were boxes placed in stacks all over the floor and in the far corners of the walls. It was almost as though nothing was even in here. Jon closed his eyes and focused on an image of Tarot. In the black void of his mind's eye he saw a small red flame. The flame grew as he walked closer to it. His eyes snapped open. "Basement" he murmured. He turned his sight to a door in the far corner of the room and ran toward it. As he got close he placed his hand on the cold surface. "Don't worry babe I'm coming for you." A sudden roar echoed through the room as the boxes began to stir. They exploded as three beasts stirred to life.
One was the same bear that he fought before, the appearance of a giant bear with plaid patches over his body. The looked like a stuffed tiger with blue fur but had what looked like a giant pair of scissors in its midsection with its arms as the handles. The final one looked like a demented sheep with one hand as a hook and the other a buzz saw. On its back were to cymbals with spikes around it. All tree let out an unholy combination of roars and bleating. Jon stood calmly, ready for a fight and he was ready for one. He clenched his fists and spoke an incantation to himself as his fists lit up in blue flames. "Alright, you overgrown toys. Your standing between me and the woman I love. Who's first?!" With his war cry they descended on him ready to rip him to ribbons…
The sound could be heard deep in the basement as Franken Doll and Tarot listened intently for the winner. Suddenly Jon cried out along with the sound of tearing. Then… Silence… "Ha! Your boyfriend should have known better than to come here." Franken Doll laughed. Tarot was speechless as a single tear rand down her cheek. "Oh don't cry honey, your body is about to be used for a high purpose. My purpose." Franken Doll raised a scalpel ready to start with her breasts hopefully she would hold still…
She stopped when she heard a blood curdling yowl cry out and turned around quick enough to see Wiz Diz disintegrating before her very eyes. What looked like wisps of spirits leave their mouths as they disintegrated into nothing. "WIZ-DIZ! WHO DID THIS?!" she shrieked. She spotted Jon as he walked down the stairs calmly. "You must have replaced your brains with stuffing. Paper, dry wool and fire do not mix well. Just ask your little teddy bear. Oh wait. You can't. Cause I burned him." He said deadpan. Tarot lifted her head and smild at her hero. "Jon!" she cried happily. Franken Doll shook with anger as she raised her scalpel. She shrieked as she lunged for Jon but he simply grabbed her arm. She screamed with pain as her arm became engulfed in flames in his grip as she dropped to the ground trying to put out the flames. Jon ran over to Tarot and ripped her shackle out of the wall. They embraced kissing each other like they did so many times before.
"Jon" she cried "I thought you were dead! I'm so happy I was wrong!"
"It's okay babe. I'm hear. Did she hurt you?" he asked gently.
"No. I'm fine. Are you hurt?"
"Who cares? He said
"I do silly!" she giggled.
"AAUUGH! My arm. You son of a bitch." They turned to their enemy as she laid on the ground with her left arm missing. She looked at the two with hatred. "This isn't over! Not by a long shot. I'm not going to stop until I have Tarot's parts!" she spat.
"No… This has gone on too far. We're stopping this tonight." Jon said ominously. Pooka suddenly flew down the stairs carrying what appeared to be a piece of wood in his mouth. Franken Doll's eyes bulged as she realized what it was. The cursed Ouija board she found all those years ago. The source of her power! If anything happened to that… "Good job Pooka. Good to see you're good for something." Jon joked. Pooka simply gave him a dirty look as he dropped it in his hands
She shrieked with fury as she leapt forward intending to get it away from him. She was too late… Jon lit it up in his hands…
Franken Doll shrieked I pain as hundreds of spirits of the damned leapt from her body. Jon and Taro looked in shock as her body burned until there was nothing left. Soon there was nothing left of her but a pile of ash. The couple was quite for a few minutes as they caught their breath. Jon was the first to speak. "What was with that board thing?!" he questioned. "Hard to say Jon. By the looks of things, that board she had must have held the tortured spirits from the Salem Witch Trials. They've been trapped for years and became corrupted coming out as the monsters we've now. Now their free… thanks to you." She said sincerely. Jon absorbed her words and groaned loudly…
"You know. For just one night, I would like it if nothing weird happened. Where we could just have a night in, maybe watch a few bad movies. Is that too much to ask for being magick?" Tarot simply smiled at her savior.
"Yes… Yes it is. Come on. Let's get out of here."
Back at the Black Rose mansion Jon laid awake in bed as Tarot slept next to her. He sensed something nearby and followed the disturbance He felt it coming from outside. As he walked out to the balcony, he was treated to a sight. Multiple witches were standing in the garden below looking up to him. All of them smiled gratefully, most of them wearing clothing that appeared colonial. One girl in particular stood out from the group. She wore a red hoodie with devil horns and held two brown cats. She floated up to him and kissed him on the cheeks lovingly. And whispered 'thank you'. She flew back down with the others and walked with them into the garden. As they began to fade and disappeared into the next world, Jon simply smiled as he walked back into the manor…