A Change of Holiday
A/N: Here I am again, up at 1:30 a.m., typing up a NBC fic. I'm just praying that my mom doesn't wake up ready to give me hundred of threats, such as 'WHAT IN THE WOOOORLD ARE YOU DOING UP THIS LATE IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT AND YOU NEED REST AND YOU NEED TO IMPROVE YOUR WORK IN SCHOOL AND WHAT WAS THIS ABOUT THE SAT AND WHAT HAPPENED TODAY IN CAREER ORIENTATION AND WHY DID YOU GET A 'B' IN KEYBOARDING AND WHAT'S THIS ABOUT GETTING A DOMAIN SITE?!?" Hopefully, nothing of that sort will happen...
Oh yes. I originally wanted to post the pics I drew and several others drew for my fic, but they just didn't scan them at the time I was ready to post this fic. I *do* have two pics, but I promise to have more in the third chapter:
Milk Skellington: (http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=216548)
The fifth picture of Milk I drew. All colored and inked, it certainly looked better than the test pics I had made for her. She's not wearing her normal attire, but the only difference is that she has purple and white stockings.
...Yes. She's wearing a FUBU© hat.
II's Version: (http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=215454)
Yes! I really like this pic. Irken Insane did an excellent job at the coloring, if I do say so myself. I like the little bat brooch she added D
That's all. I am very sorry ;-; Maybe this chapter will make up for it?
Disclaimer: Milk belongs to me. All of the original char are © Tim Burton.
Synopsis: The Mayor comes to Jack's house to tell him of the odd thing the witches captured in the forest..
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Ch. 2: The Strange Visitor________________________________________________________________
"Last night, I saw ghost. It wasn't one of those homicidal kinds that'll stalk you throughout the night until their savage spirit is settled, but the kind that taunts you and talks on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about their meaningless plans to destroying you..."
The small girl sat on the edge of the bed, her mouth going 100 miles per second. Jack, who eyes widened every minute of her rambunctious rambling, laid next to Sally, who sat upright, still trying to figure out what the HECK her daughter was talking about.
Milk stopped her chattering, and frowned. "You're not listening to me!"
Sally shook her head out of the trance. She pushed back to sheets, making the small girl jump off of the edge of the bed.
"Do you realize it's 4:00 a.m.?"
Milk nodded. "Yes, but I don't think the mayor knows that."
Sally smoothed out her pink nightgown. "What do you mean?"
Milk looked down at her black pumpkin-patterned PJ's. She felt Sally pull off the small Hot Topic tag off of the collar.
"What's this about the mayor?"
Milk grinned. "He said that he needed to see dad as quick as possible. I told him he was a-sleepin' but then the ghost came--"
Jack leapt out of the bed, and rushed downstairs. Sally looked over at Milk. They both shrugged; Sally grabbed Milk under her arms, and carried her downstairs, remembering her temporary blindness.
The front door swung open to reveal the edgy Mayor. He was dressed in a baggy, striped nightshirt that covered up his legs and feet. He looked at Jack's own nightwear in much curiosity, shook away the thoughts, and looked up at the king's face. Just before he could say a word, he was rudely interrupted:
"Are you aware that it's 4:00 a.m.?!" Milk demanded. Jack slowly pushed her back through the door with his leg, grinning nervously.
"What's the problem, Mayor?"
The Mayor spun his head around to his depressed face, a large frown plastered on. He looked down at Milk, who was still very mad at his miscalculation of time.
"I'm very sorry about the intrusion," he cried, "but the witches found something very...*interesting* in the woods last night!"
Jack cocked his head in interest. "Yes...?"
The Mayor cried, "It's something that I think you should *see* first."
Jack nodded slightly. He left the doorway, leaving Milk glaring up at the pudgy man (or where she though he was).
"It's 4:04 a.m. ya know!"
Jack came back, now wearing his black boots. The Mayor cocked an eyebrow, but forgot about it.
"Now could you lead me to the Witch's Hut?"
The Mayor nodded, and glided down the steps. Jack walked down the stairway, skipping every two or three steps along the way.
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"Luwin! Hush that human up! She's making too much of a racket..."
Luwin, otherwise known as 'Small Witch' rushed across the room. The walls were filled with slanted, old shelves that held hundreds of different bottles, potions, and unidentifiable objects. Two brooms hung by the wooden door, one small and stubby, the other long and slender. In the middle of the room was a large cauldron, boiling to the brim with a thick, green liquid. Gretna, who was known as 'Big Witch' stirred the brew with a large, wooden spoon.
"Hurry!"
Luwin looked around. Where has that bag gone to? She searched the cupboards, throwing out various bottles.
"In the corner, dear!"
Ahaha! There in a dark corner of the room was a small bag, twirling and bumping around. Angry yells came from within, a voice that wasn't particularly happy.
"Let me out you monsters! Let me see the Pumpkin King! I demand you to take me out of this bag, and let me speak to him right now!"
Luwin dragged the bag up to the cauldron. Gretna looked over at her suspiciously.
"You do know that we can't boil it until Jack comes and inspects it!"
Luwin rolled her eyes, and said in her very high-pitched voice: "I know, but he shouldn't be here for long! We can get her ready for the pot!"
The bag jolted again.
"Grr-- I will NOT be boiled, or put into a pot under any circumstances! GRRRR, please-- I HAVE A GUN!"
Gretna smacked the bag with her spoon until it went limp.
A loud knock echoed through the room; Gretna became alert, and motioned for Luwin to open the door.
There stood the great Jack Skellington, still dressed in his black nightwear, a large black cap cascading down his back. Next to him was the Mayor, a small, fat, striped creature who's nightcap was as tall as Jack himself. Luwin stared at the two, trying to register the image that stood before her.
"Urrm...can we come in?" Jack asked tiredly. Luwin nodded as she was mindlessly pushed out of the way, almost getting squished between Jack and the Mayor.
Jack sat in a small chair that sat next to a wobbly table, his legs bet awkwardly up to his chin. The Mayor sat down in the chair beside him, making sure not to fall out.
"Now, please...could you show Jack what you two found in the forest?" he asked.
Gretna cackled under her breath softly. "Well, Luwin and I were out in the forest, looking for ingredients for our latest mixture to help us on Halloween-- you know, so that we can make something really gruesome. I always told Luwin to never look in ditches; the worst toadstools are grown there--"
Jack groaned. "Yes...but what about what you found?"
"Yes!" piped in Luwin. "Well, I was in a ditch, looking for a couple of bushels of Deadly Night Shade--that stuff can REALLY knock you out, you know. One time, I was trying to romance this human another human admired for her soul, and--"
"But about what you found?!?" cried Jack and the Mayor. Jack was already putting on his Jack-O-Lantern-Face-Of-Doom, while the Mayor swirled his head around to his depressed side. The witches looked at each other, then nodded.
"Well, as Luwin went searching in the ditch, she found a small, weak creature. We thought it was human, but it was very different from other humans. It had green hair, a shade I've never seen a human to have, and long, pointed ears and toes. I woke her up, asking her where she was from...she kept on repeating 'I must see the Pumpkin King!' She wouldn't stop, so we brought her here."
Luwin picked up the bag. She carefully untied the top, pulling the opening open.
Laying very still was a small creature who fit the witches description perfectly: she had large ears that went up a little bit above her head; her messy, green hair was partially covered by a red hat that swung low, just like a nightcap. Her shoes were abnormally long, the tip of the toe ending with a small bell. Her small, red dress was slightly torn. She moved a little bit, obliviously knocked out.
Jack's eyes twinkled. He carefully pried off the creature's hat, and began to toy with it between his bony fingers.
"Why-- don't you see? This is an ELF! From Christmas Town! From so long ago...," Jack sighed, reminiscing. Gretna looked at the familiar hat, realizing what he was talking about.
"So you mean this...elf came just to visit us?"
Jack looked down at the body. "Probably so."
Luwin groaned. "And to think-- we were about to cook--" Gretna covered her mouth.
"We're very sorry for your disturbance, Jack!" Gretna apologized, bowing slightly. She watched Jack pick up the small body with extra care.
"I'm going to keep it until she wakes up...then we can see why she came!"
The witches giggled nervously. Jack was getting a tad bit too excited over the elf ordeal, and it was making the two very jittery. Just as Jack and the Mayor were about to walk out, Jack leaned back in, a large grin plastered onto his face.
"Ah, I forgot to ask you. Milk seems to have become blind, and we're not sure how it happened. Do you have anything that may..."
Gretna rushed to a shelf next to her, and handed him a small vial. "Make sure that she applies only one drop to each eye, and she should be just fine. Thank you for coming over!"
Jack took the vial, and walked out. Gretna pushed to wooden door closed, and gave out a big sigh of relief.
"Now WHY, my dear sister, were we so nervous?" Luwin asked.
Gretna rubbed her chin. It was, indeed, an odd feeling for a witch to have...
She quickly rubbed it off. They had to continue on their Halloween Project. There was so much to do with only five days left.
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Jack walked on. The overwhelming feeling he had all that long time ago had once came. Why was he feeling this way again? Had he missed all the excitement of Christmas, or merely forgotten what had happened when he himself tried to be Sandy Claws?
He looked off into the pumpkin sunrise, hoping that the peacefulness of the town would last...
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A/N: Hehe! It's now 2:24 a.m. Yahoo. Now for me to slee-- *ZZZ*