Dream a Little Nightmare
By: Laney Sanchez
Note: First of all, lemme thank Lady Skellington. Thanks for your review =D
It means a lot! Actually, the beats are made up in my head and I'm not very good at making MIDIs. So unfortunatly, the tunes will probably never be heard. Sorry!
Also, it's my only review! For anyone who's reading this and lurking, please review! Even if it stinks! Let me know so therefore I know what to improve!
ALSO, I know this started off really slow but I promise that it will get better. Hopefully with this chapter. To see a picture of Poe, Jack and Sally's son, go here:
http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=890656
It's just a quick little piece I conjured up on the windows paint program. It's decent, but obviously not Picasso. Okay, enough. On with the story.
( \/ ) Chapter 5 ( \/ )
o Stranded? o
Jack Skellington stood in front of a long, black hinged mirror. He had paused to survey himself for a moment. He looked his reflection up and down. He was adorned in his usual fine, pinstriped suit. He was especially fond of this suit, and in his opinion, it just defined him as the Pumpkin King. He adjusted his bow tie, making sure it was just right. After he was satisfied, he flashed a skeletal smile at the mirror.
"I got that pus filled slug you were looking for..."
Jack turned his head to see Poe standing in the doorway. He held out a medium sized metal box. The box was sturdy and was kept together by thick bolts at the sides and corners. Jack clapped his hands together. "Perfect! You found it!" he said enthusiastically, and took the box from Poe's hand.
Poe just nodded blatantly.
"Are you ready to go?" Jack asked, looking back to his son for the go ahead. For the night, Poe had lost the black suit. He found it was too stuffy and uncomfortable. He had to give his father credit for wearing one at all. Tonight, he wore a black jacket, which opened at the middle to reveal a black shirt beneath it. The small cuffs of the jacket were blood red. To top it off at his collar, was his favorite pumpkin brooch. His pants were midnight black, completed with two thick, rough looking buckles. One across his bony leg and one around his waist. For footwear, he wore rather clunky boots that were definitely one size too big. They made him look rather awkward, but that was okay with him.
For a moment, Poe considered his father's question. WAS he ready to go? Granted, it was his first official Halloween going to the human to scare with his father. It should have had his bones shaking with excitement, but it didn't. From what he could gather from the previous years' gossip, the human world looked pretty similar to Halloween town on Halloween. Which made obvious sense. Either way, it was nothing new to him.
"I guess..." Poe muttered. Jack frowned, losing the toothy grin. He approached Poe and put a single hand on his shoulder. "Whatever is the matter? You look so down..."
Poe snapped out of his thoughts. He looked up into his father's face to see a look of genuine concern. He forced a big smile. He might not get a kick out of Halloween, but he loved his father, and his plight was no excuse to ruin everything for him, nor dash his hopes.
"Nothing! Let's go get 'em!" Poe said, quickly brushing away his father's worries with a smile. Jack's face lit up immediately, like a small child's. "That's the spirit!" he said, with a wave of his arm.
However, the wave was a bit ill planned, as it swiftly knocked Poe's head from his shoulders. Jack immediately winced in an apologetic manner. Poe's head rolled to his father's feet, staring up. Jack made a nervous smile. "Sorry about that son..."
Poe's body heaved an invisible sigh. Poe himself, fought back the annoyance and just forced another smile. However, this one was less convincing than the last.
"Can we just...get going?"
***
She couldn't help the small tears that rolled down her face. It was useless to cry, and in the back of her head she had known this was going to happen. However, stupidly, another part of her had just been hoping against all probability that it wouldn't.
Her best friend, and probably her only, in the whole wide world, had canceled their Halloween plans. Things simply didn't work out (as she had suspected they were going to) and thus, any plans they had weren't made concrete. Now, on Halloween night, the only night that ever gave her an air of utter freedom, she was alone. It was now just another night, no different from the other three hundred and sixty-four nights of the year. She would spend it dreaming of possibilities and hating the lack of anything to do.
What made her cry, was simply that tonight was NOT the night to be dreaming. It was THE night she should've been out and about. The one night she could fit in with any group, just because it was the one night were it was okay to be an oddball.
She angrily wiped at her eyes with her hands. She loathed crying. She would've rather dressed as a big pink dinosaur for Halloween, rather than cry.
"Stop crying..." she muttered to the cold, white walls of her suburban home. She stood up and drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to shake off the emotional turmoil that was welling up within her chest. She sat down on the couch but finally she could no longer hold back. It was if the small dam within her heart had given way, allowing the river of tears to continue to flow. She gave in, sobbing heavily with only the empty house, and the few measly Halloween lights to bare witness.
***
"So, that's the plan?" Poe asked, making small talk as he followed his father to a rather small, pumpkin shaped door. Jack nodded, knocking in a series of knocks which sounded like ... Jingle Bells?
"Father..." Poe said earnestly and shot his father a look. Jack shrugged helplessly. Poe sighed. Like Halloween, his father had a queer obsession of some other holiday called "Christmas." Poe knew the songs and stories that accompanied this holiday (as his father had INSISTED upon telling him on multiple occasions). However, Poe didn't grasp the concept and nor did he care to.
"Yes, and it'll be a scream!" he said, ushering his son through the door. Poe couldn't help but feel a bit doubtful. It really didn't sound too different from the previous plans of the previous years.
As Poe stepped through the door, was greeted with blackness. He frowned deeply. "Father there's nothi-"
Poe turned just in time to see his father shut the door. Blackness engulfed him completely, like a wave of vile water crashing in on him. It had become so black, that he could no longer see his hand, much less his father. It made him a bit unnerved.
"What's the point of this?" he asked skeptically.
No response.
"Father?" Poe asked curiously. Yet again, he was met with silence. Something wasn't right. Poe knew something of wrong by the feeling he had. It was a feeling that rose up in his bones. A feeling of utter dread. He immediately began feeling around, but his fingertips caressed only the nothingness that the darkness provided.
It was then, that panic struck him. Something HAD gone wrong. It was the obvious at this point. What if he had ventured beyond the world he was meant to have gone, and became stranded in another? Granted, he HAD wished to see another world, but eternal darkness was not what he had in mind.
By: Laney Sanchez
Note: First of all, lemme thank Lady Skellington. Thanks for your review =D
It means a lot! Actually, the beats are made up in my head and I'm not very good at making MIDIs. So unfortunatly, the tunes will probably never be heard. Sorry!
Also, it's my only review! For anyone who's reading this and lurking, please review! Even if it stinks! Let me know so therefore I know what to improve!
ALSO, I know this started off really slow but I promise that it will get better. Hopefully with this chapter. To see a picture of Poe, Jack and Sally's son, go here:
http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=890656
It's just a quick little piece I conjured up on the windows paint program. It's decent, but obviously not Picasso. Okay, enough. On with the story.
( \/ ) Chapter 5 ( \/ )
o Stranded? o
Jack Skellington stood in front of a long, black hinged mirror. He had paused to survey himself for a moment. He looked his reflection up and down. He was adorned in his usual fine, pinstriped suit. He was especially fond of this suit, and in his opinion, it just defined him as the Pumpkin King. He adjusted his bow tie, making sure it was just right. After he was satisfied, he flashed a skeletal smile at the mirror.
"I got that pus filled slug you were looking for..."
Jack turned his head to see Poe standing in the doorway. He held out a medium sized metal box. The box was sturdy and was kept together by thick bolts at the sides and corners. Jack clapped his hands together. "Perfect! You found it!" he said enthusiastically, and took the box from Poe's hand.
Poe just nodded blatantly.
"Are you ready to go?" Jack asked, looking back to his son for the go ahead. For the night, Poe had lost the black suit. He found it was too stuffy and uncomfortable. He had to give his father credit for wearing one at all. Tonight, he wore a black jacket, which opened at the middle to reveal a black shirt beneath it. The small cuffs of the jacket were blood red. To top it off at his collar, was his favorite pumpkin brooch. His pants were midnight black, completed with two thick, rough looking buckles. One across his bony leg and one around his waist. For footwear, he wore rather clunky boots that were definitely one size too big. They made him look rather awkward, but that was okay with him.
For a moment, Poe considered his father's question. WAS he ready to go? Granted, it was his first official Halloween going to the human to scare with his father. It should have had his bones shaking with excitement, but it didn't. From what he could gather from the previous years' gossip, the human world looked pretty similar to Halloween town on Halloween. Which made obvious sense. Either way, it was nothing new to him.
"I guess..." Poe muttered. Jack frowned, losing the toothy grin. He approached Poe and put a single hand on his shoulder. "Whatever is the matter? You look so down..."
Poe snapped out of his thoughts. He looked up into his father's face to see a look of genuine concern. He forced a big smile. He might not get a kick out of Halloween, but he loved his father, and his plight was no excuse to ruin everything for him, nor dash his hopes.
"Nothing! Let's go get 'em!" Poe said, quickly brushing away his father's worries with a smile. Jack's face lit up immediately, like a small child's. "That's the spirit!" he said, with a wave of his arm.
However, the wave was a bit ill planned, as it swiftly knocked Poe's head from his shoulders. Jack immediately winced in an apologetic manner. Poe's head rolled to his father's feet, staring up. Jack made a nervous smile. "Sorry about that son..."
Poe's body heaved an invisible sigh. Poe himself, fought back the annoyance and just forced another smile. However, this one was less convincing than the last.
"Can we just...get going?"
***
She couldn't help the small tears that rolled down her face. It was useless to cry, and in the back of her head she had known this was going to happen. However, stupidly, another part of her had just been hoping against all probability that it wouldn't.
Her best friend, and probably her only, in the whole wide world, had canceled their Halloween plans. Things simply didn't work out (as she had suspected they were going to) and thus, any plans they had weren't made concrete. Now, on Halloween night, the only night that ever gave her an air of utter freedom, she was alone. It was now just another night, no different from the other three hundred and sixty-four nights of the year. She would spend it dreaming of possibilities and hating the lack of anything to do.
What made her cry, was simply that tonight was NOT the night to be dreaming. It was THE night she should've been out and about. The one night she could fit in with any group, just because it was the one night were it was okay to be an oddball.
She angrily wiped at her eyes with her hands. She loathed crying. She would've rather dressed as a big pink dinosaur for Halloween, rather than cry.
"Stop crying..." she muttered to the cold, white walls of her suburban home. She stood up and drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to shake off the emotional turmoil that was welling up within her chest. She sat down on the couch but finally she could no longer hold back. It was if the small dam within her heart had given way, allowing the river of tears to continue to flow. She gave in, sobbing heavily with only the empty house, and the few measly Halloween lights to bare witness.
***
"So, that's the plan?" Poe asked, making small talk as he followed his father to a rather small, pumpkin shaped door. Jack nodded, knocking in a series of knocks which sounded like ... Jingle Bells?
"Father..." Poe said earnestly and shot his father a look. Jack shrugged helplessly. Poe sighed. Like Halloween, his father had a queer obsession of some other holiday called "Christmas." Poe knew the songs and stories that accompanied this holiday (as his father had INSISTED upon telling him on multiple occasions). However, Poe didn't grasp the concept and nor did he care to.
"Yes, and it'll be a scream!" he said, ushering his son through the door. Poe couldn't help but feel a bit doubtful. It really didn't sound too different from the previous plans of the previous years.
As Poe stepped through the door, was greeted with blackness. He frowned deeply. "Father there's nothi-"
Poe turned just in time to see his father shut the door. Blackness engulfed him completely, like a wave of vile water crashing in on him. It had become so black, that he could no longer see his hand, much less his father. It made him a bit unnerved.
"What's the point of this?" he asked skeptically.
No response.
"Father?" Poe asked curiously. Yet again, he was met with silence. Something wasn't right. Poe knew something of wrong by the feeling he had. It was a feeling that rose up in his bones. A feeling of utter dread. He immediately began feeling around, but his fingertips caressed only the nothingness that the darkness provided.
It was then, that panic struck him. Something HAD gone wrong. It was the obvious at this point. What if he had ventured beyond the world he was meant to have gone, and became stranded in another? Granted, he HAD wished to see another world, but eternal darkness was not what he had in mind.
