Far from a Dream :: chapter 1
Wow, so few Lock/Shock shippers out there... Ah well, for the so few fans, my own story. *grins* I don't own any of the characters mentioned here... too bad, that'd be awesome *coughs* anyway... read & review, slave! :DDD
Background: This story takes place years after Oogie was killed. Jack and Sally have been married and have their own little demon-ling, whereas the trick-or-treating trio are in their adolescent years. Barrel is naive and slow as ever, Lock is clever and smooth, and Shock has developed into a pretty young... demon. ((AN: Let's just *pretend* they can still grow up, even if they're *dead*...))
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"Shoooooock! Baaaaaarrel!" Lock screamed from outside the treehouse. Shock soon appeared from the door and ran toward him, giggling profusely.
"Oh, cripes, what have you done to Barrel THIS time?!" Lock immediately demanded. Shock kept giggling. "Shooooock..."
"...I told him just what babies do."
"What? Throw up? Cry? Crap everywhere?" Lock eyed her.
"No... I told him that babies give you cute looks," Shock giggled. "He's hiding in his room and said he has important things to do tonight."
"Oy..." Lock slapped his forehead. "I guess I'm stuck with you babysitting tonight, aren't I?" Shock giggled, not answering.
Lock noticed she looked different tonight. Her hair was shiny and clean, her face made up with lip gloss and eye shadow. Her nails were long and painted black and her dress was dirtless and flowing in the breeze. "Lock? You okay?"
Quickly snapping from his trance, Lock nodded and started toward Guillotine Square.
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"...The number of where we'll be is on the fridge and the--" Sally explained, holding a notepad with telephone numbers scratched on it. She was interrupted by Shock, holding a baby in her arms.
"Everything will be okay," Shock smiled. "This isn't the first time I've watched Fauna. I know what to do."
Lock and Jack stood in the corner, watching the two girls
"You're one pea short of a pod tonight," Jack said.
"Barrel's caught in the toilet again," Lock lied.
"Ah. Understood." Jack walked over to Sally, who was dressed in a fancier rag dress and her hair done up. "Shall we go?"
Sally nodded. "Yes, I think we're ready."
Jack turned to Lock and Shock, the latter holding baby Fauna. "Now, we should be back sometime between midnight or two. Thank you again for watching her."
"Our pleasure!" Shock peeped. Over the years, she had grown a peculair sense of maturity and manners. Jack and Sally exited, leaving the two teens and one infant.
Immediately, Shock placed Fauna in a bone-structed high chair... stressing on the 'high' part. She climbed upon a chair and began to feed Fauna from a small bottle. Fauna squealed happily with every bite.
"So... when do we put the runt down?" Lock asked.
Shock looked at a cat clock on the wall. It was seven-thirty. "In an hour."
"What in blazes do we do with the thing for an hour?!" Lock exclaimed.
"Feed her. Play with her. Change her. Play with her some more," Shock explained. "She'll eventually get tired and we can put her to bed and watch TV until Jack and Sally come home."
"So basically, we've got the place to ourselves for almost six hours?" Lock stared. "Now I see why you're so cranky morning after watching the runt."
Shock gave him a sour look. "The time passes rather slowly after Fauna is out. She's old enough to be sleeping all night, but before when she'd wake up at eleven, the time went by quicker. It's kind of lonely now, which is why I wanted to have you and Barrel come with me."
"Wait, why did you make Barrel stay home if you wanted both of us to come?"
Shock only blushed slightly and smiled.
Wow, so few Lock/Shock shippers out there... Ah well, for the so few fans, my own story. *grins* I don't own any of the characters mentioned here... too bad, that'd be awesome *coughs* anyway... read & review, slave! :DDD
Background: This story takes place years after Oogie was killed. Jack and Sally have been married and have their own little demon-ling, whereas the trick-or-treating trio are in their adolescent years. Barrel is naive and slow as ever, Lock is clever and smooth, and Shock has developed into a pretty young... demon. ((AN: Let's just *pretend* they can still grow up, even if they're *dead*...))
* * * * *
"Shoooooock! Baaaaaarrel!" Lock screamed from outside the treehouse. Shock soon appeared from the door and ran toward him, giggling profusely.
"Oh, cripes, what have you done to Barrel THIS time?!" Lock immediately demanded. Shock kept giggling. "Shooooock..."
"...I told him just what babies do."
"What? Throw up? Cry? Crap everywhere?" Lock eyed her.
"No... I told him that babies give you cute looks," Shock giggled. "He's hiding in his room and said he has important things to do tonight."
"Oy..." Lock slapped his forehead. "I guess I'm stuck with you babysitting tonight, aren't I?" Shock giggled, not answering.
Lock noticed she looked different tonight. Her hair was shiny and clean, her face made up with lip gloss and eye shadow. Her nails were long and painted black and her dress was dirtless and flowing in the breeze. "Lock? You okay?"
Quickly snapping from his trance, Lock nodded and started toward Guillotine Square.
* * * * *
"...The number of where we'll be is on the fridge and the--" Sally explained, holding a notepad with telephone numbers scratched on it. She was interrupted by Shock, holding a baby in her arms.
"Everything will be okay," Shock smiled. "This isn't the first time I've watched Fauna. I know what to do."
Lock and Jack stood in the corner, watching the two girls
"You're one pea short of a pod tonight," Jack said.
"Barrel's caught in the toilet again," Lock lied.
"Ah. Understood." Jack walked over to Sally, who was dressed in a fancier rag dress and her hair done up. "Shall we go?"
Sally nodded. "Yes, I think we're ready."
Jack turned to Lock and Shock, the latter holding baby Fauna. "Now, we should be back sometime between midnight or two. Thank you again for watching her."
"Our pleasure!" Shock peeped. Over the years, she had grown a peculair sense of maturity and manners. Jack and Sally exited, leaving the two teens and one infant.
Immediately, Shock placed Fauna in a bone-structed high chair... stressing on the 'high' part. She climbed upon a chair and began to feed Fauna from a small bottle. Fauna squealed happily with every bite.
"So... when do we put the runt down?" Lock asked.
Shock looked at a cat clock on the wall. It was seven-thirty. "In an hour."
"What in blazes do we do with the thing for an hour?!" Lock exclaimed.
"Feed her. Play with her. Change her. Play with her some more," Shock explained. "She'll eventually get tired and we can put her to bed and watch TV until Jack and Sally come home."
"So basically, we've got the place to ourselves for almost six hours?" Lock stared. "Now I see why you're so cranky morning after watching the runt."
Shock gave him a sour look. "The time passes rather slowly after Fauna is out. She's old enough to be sleeping all night, but before when she'd wake up at eleven, the time went by quicker. It's kind of lonely now, which is why I wanted to have you and Barrel come with me."
"Wait, why did you make Barrel stay home if you wanted both of us to come?"
Shock only blushed slightly and smiled.