Spirited Away on Halloween 4
Okay, let's go.
"Where were you last night, Kerry?" Popsy scolded, stuffing sleeping bags into the closet. Sally handed her another one.
"I'm really sorry," Sally apologized, feeling very inadequate.
"Don't worry about it," Popsy sighed. "We've got a lot of work to do. It should help you sleep tonight."
Sally's first job was cleaning the floor in a large, cleared out room. Her partners were 3 banshees, which were much older and better at cleaning than her. As Sally got caught on the hard wood of the floor every few inches, the banshees swept past her like they were on ice.
"Stupid human," one particularly mean banshees whispered to her.
"Kerry!" Lock, the foreman, called. Lock had a bandage wrapped around his head, and he was holding a clipboard directly in front of his face. "You've got another job to do!"
The second job was emptying out buckets of old water out into a lake, out of a 5 story balcony. Sally poured the soapy suds into the water, and took a long look over the churning lake. It was almost pretty; the greenish tint, the way it moved, the little fish that splashed on the water- Something caught her eye. She turned her head to see Oogie Boogie, standing alone outside... on a section of roof.
"Uh... are you okay?" Sally called.
Oogie Boogie remained silent. His steely glare frightened Sally.
"Uh... should I leave the door open for you?"
"KERRY!"
"GAH!" Sally fumbled with one of the buckets, pouring dirty water onto her uniform.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Shock laughed. "Okay, I'm alright now. You've got another job!"
"Well, thanks for warning me," Sally mumbled. "I'll leave the door open for you, Oogie." Sally lifted her buckets and walked off.
Sally's third job was helping Popsy clean out Oogie Boogie's bathtub, which was ENORMOUS.
"Hey, Popsy!" a she-bat creature screamed. "Heard you got the Boogie tub!"
"Shut it!" Popsy snapped.
Oogie's tub was covered in mud and slime and bits of dead leaves, and it smelled off rotten meat. The floor was covered in algea from not being cleaned in so long.
"Ugh!" Popsy held her nose. "They haven't cleaned this tub in months! Disgusting. Let's go."
Sally, burdened down with brushes and tubs, quickly slipped on the algea and bang her head on the floor.
"OW!" she screamed, holding her head.
**
"This tub is filthy," Popsy moaned. She and Sally had been scrubbing for an hour now, and the 5-foot deep tub was barely starting to become clean.
"That's it," Popsy gave up, throwing the scrub brush to the floor of the circular pit. "It needs and herbal soak tag. Sally, go to the foreman and ask for a token."
"Lock, Shock, or Barrel?" Sally asked.
"Whoever's at the front desk!" Popsy explained as she gave Sally a leg up. "Now hurry!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Sally ran down the hall to the front desk.
**
"Why should I give a token to a filthy little non-monster like you?" the pale, wheelchair-bound man spoke cruelly.
"Popsy said it needed one," Sally timidly answered.
"I don't care! Give me a good reason!" A werewolf woman spoke to the man for a second, and he handed her a token. "Here you are, Kira. Have a nice day."
"But, sir!" Sally hollered.
"Doctor! Doctor Finklestien to you, you furless rat! No token-"
"Give her the token, Finklestien."
Sally turned around and- again- there was Oogie Boogie. He didn't look at Sally; he kept his gaze on Finklestien.
"She's cleanin' my bathtub."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Finklestien squealed, putting on a fake smile. He quickly handed Sally the rectangular token.
"Thank you, Oogie!" Sally hurriedly and happily thanked him before running back to Popsy.
**
"Got one!" Sally threw the token to Popsy.
"And you got a good one, too!" Popsy smiled. "I'm surprised! Okay, now we send this to the Cellar..."
Popsy knocked twice on a section of wall with a pumpkin painted onto it. The pumpkin's mouth opened up, and a little space with a dangling rope showed itself. Popsy tied the token to the rope, gave it a tug, and watched it as it sped upward.
"Okay, now that token goes to The Mayor, he fixes the water, and sends it to us via-"
SHOOOOOOOOOOOM! A huge jet of water shot down from the ceiling and into the tub.
"The water ducts!"
Sally noticed the water was a yellowish color, and she questioned Popsy about it.
"That's the dried worm salts!" Popsy yelled over the gushing liquid. "It looks murky, but trust me, it helps!"
The water stopped flowing, and Sally went to look inside the tub to see if the mud was coming off. Her reflection showed up, but something in the water must've changed it. Her skin was blue.
"How come the worm salts changed your reflection?" Sally asked.
Popsy crawled up next to her. Her reflection stayed the same. "It doesn't."
Sally reacted in minor shock, and look at her hand.
IT REALLY WAS BLUE!
"AH!" Sally jumped back, then stuck her arm in the water and tried to wash off the offensive color. "Why am I purple? Why am I purple?"
"You don't everyone came here as a monster, do you? No, you come as a human and change into a monster. I used to look a little like you, actually..." Popsy sighed. "Oh, how I miss my height."
Sally cried as she took into fact that the color didn't wash off. "Oh no....."
**
It was late, but Sally couldn't sleep. She stood by the dorm room balcony, watching the lake and the sky.... The coach ran by underneath her. She wondered where the coach went. Would it take her home? Or just around the mansion? Maybe... since this was Halloween Town, maybe it would take her to a differnt holiday! Like Christmas- wait, she didn't like Christmas. No one to spend it with. Valentine's? She LOATHED Valentine's. Stupid, manipulating boyfriend always won her over on Valentine's. Thanksgiving? No family, tv didn't get the Macy's parade, and there was hardly ever food. (sigh). She'd had a rough life.
A black figure flew below her, followed by a wispy cloud. Wait, that figure looked familiar...
It flew by again, this time closer. Sally felt the wind from his huge wings. His? How did she know it was a he? There went the clou-
"That's not a cloud," Sally mumbled. Sally squinted to see the flying thing-
"Jack?!" Sally realized that it looked a whole lot like Jack (well, it had his head). "JACK! IS THAT YOU!?"
The flying thing dove into the lake, and the cloud followed him above the water's surface. He flew out of the lake, and right past Sally's window. She got a good look at the cloud, and saw that it was made up of tiny little bats, pure white and completely flat.
Jack manuevered to and fro, his humungous wings beating helplessly. He leaned slightly to one side...
"They've hurt him!" Sally gasped. She took a deep breath. "JACK! IN HERE! THIS WAY!"
With a strong flap, Jack turned around and flew to Sally, zooming past her and smashing through the door to the bedroom. Sally panicked as the bats turned to follow him, and she hurried to shut a backup sliding door that usually stayed open. It stuck just as it was about to close, and the bats began rammed into Sally, sticking to her face and uniform. She screamed and began to swat them off, and they simply tore into pieces... just like....
"Paper," Sally realized as the bats fell off of her body. "They're just paper."
The bats rose into the air and drifted out of the window, lazily gliding back to whereever they came from. Except for one slightly torn one, which attached itself to Sally's calf muscle.
"Jack," she turned around to face him. "Jack, are you okay?"
Jack was not himself.... at all. His body had changed dramatically.
In short, he was a gargoyle. He had winds which were as large as his, a strong, wide chest, and dinosaur-ish feet. A tail grew out of his back, wide at the base and coming to a sharp point at the end. He crawled about on the floor, his face frozen in an evil snarl.
"Don't worry, Jack, the bats are gone now," Sally comforted him. Jack wiggled about uneasily; parts of bone were chipped and starting to fall off. "They won't hurt you."
Jack snarled understanding- and quickly flew out of the doorway. Sally followed him out onto the balcony to watch him. He was flying up the side of the building (he accidentally slammed into the side before catching himself), all the way to the top...
"He's going to see Hirac!" Sally realized. She panicked. "I've gotta get up there before he dies!"
Sally rushed out of the doors and onto the staircase.
DONE FOR NOW! Come back later...
Okay, let's go.
"Where were you last night, Kerry?" Popsy scolded, stuffing sleeping bags into the closet. Sally handed her another one.
"I'm really sorry," Sally apologized, feeling very inadequate.
"Don't worry about it," Popsy sighed. "We've got a lot of work to do. It should help you sleep tonight."
Sally's first job was cleaning the floor in a large, cleared out room. Her partners were 3 banshees, which were much older and better at cleaning than her. As Sally got caught on the hard wood of the floor every few inches, the banshees swept past her like they were on ice.
"Stupid human," one particularly mean banshees whispered to her.
"Kerry!" Lock, the foreman, called. Lock had a bandage wrapped around his head, and he was holding a clipboard directly in front of his face. "You've got another job to do!"
The second job was emptying out buckets of old water out into a lake, out of a 5 story balcony. Sally poured the soapy suds into the water, and took a long look over the churning lake. It was almost pretty; the greenish tint, the way it moved, the little fish that splashed on the water- Something caught her eye. She turned her head to see Oogie Boogie, standing alone outside... on a section of roof.
"Uh... are you okay?" Sally called.
Oogie Boogie remained silent. His steely glare frightened Sally.
"Uh... should I leave the door open for you?"
"KERRY!"
"GAH!" Sally fumbled with one of the buckets, pouring dirty water onto her uniform.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Shock laughed. "Okay, I'm alright now. You've got another job!"
"Well, thanks for warning me," Sally mumbled. "I'll leave the door open for you, Oogie." Sally lifted her buckets and walked off.
Sally's third job was helping Popsy clean out Oogie Boogie's bathtub, which was ENORMOUS.
"Hey, Popsy!" a she-bat creature screamed. "Heard you got the Boogie tub!"
"Shut it!" Popsy snapped.
Oogie's tub was covered in mud and slime and bits of dead leaves, and it smelled off rotten meat. The floor was covered in algea from not being cleaned in so long.
"Ugh!" Popsy held her nose. "They haven't cleaned this tub in months! Disgusting. Let's go."
Sally, burdened down with brushes and tubs, quickly slipped on the algea and bang her head on the floor.
"OW!" she screamed, holding her head.
**
"This tub is filthy," Popsy moaned. She and Sally had been scrubbing for an hour now, and the 5-foot deep tub was barely starting to become clean.
"That's it," Popsy gave up, throwing the scrub brush to the floor of the circular pit. "It needs and herbal soak tag. Sally, go to the foreman and ask for a token."
"Lock, Shock, or Barrel?" Sally asked.
"Whoever's at the front desk!" Popsy explained as she gave Sally a leg up. "Now hurry!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Sally ran down the hall to the front desk.
**
"Why should I give a token to a filthy little non-monster like you?" the pale, wheelchair-bound man spoke cruelly.
"Popsy said it needed one," Sally timidly answered.
"I don't care! Give me a good reason!" A werewolf woman spoke to the man for a second, and he handed her a token. "Here you are, Kira. Have a nice day."
"But, sir!" Sally hollered.
"Doctor! Doctor Finklestien to you, you furless rat! No token-"
"Give her the token, Finklestien."
Sally turned around and- again- there was Oogie Boogie. He didn't look at Sally; he kept his gaze on Finklestien.
"She's cleanin' my bathtub."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Finklestien squealed, putting on a fake smile. He quickly handed Sally the rectangular token.
"Thank you, Oogie!" Sally hurriedly and happily thanked him before running back to Popsy.
**
"Got one!" Sally threw the token to Popsy.
"And you got a good one, too!" Popsy smiled. "I'm surprised! Okay, now we send this to the Cellar..."
Popsy knocked twice on a section of wall with a pumpkin painted onto it. The pumpkin's mouth opened up, and a little space with a dangling rope showed itself. Popsy tied the token to the rope, gave it a tug, and watched it as it sped upward.
"Okay, now that token goes to The Mayor, he fixes the water, and sends it to us via-"
SHOOOOOOOOOOOM! A huge jet of water shot down from the ceiling and into the tub.
"The water ducts!"
Sally noticed the water was a yellowish color, and she questioned Popsy about it.
"That's the dried worm salts!" Popsy yelled over the gushing liquid. "It looks murky, but trust me, it helps!"
The water stopped flowing, and Sally went to look inside the tub to see if the mud was coming off. Her reflection showed up, but something in the water must've changed it. Her skin was blue.
"How come the worm salts changed your reflection?" Sally asked.
Popsy crawled up next to her. Her reflection stayed the same. "It doesn't."
Sally reacted in minor shock, and look at her hand.
IT REALLY WAS BLUE!
"AH!" Sally jumped back, then stuck her arm in the water and tried to wash off the offensive color. "Why am I purple? Why am I purple?"
"You don't everyone came here as a monster, do you? No, you come as a human and change into a monster. I used to look a little like you, actually..." Popsy sighed. "Oh, how I miss my height."
Sally cried as she took into fact that the color didn't wash off. "Oh no....."
**
It was late, but Sally couldn't sleep. She stood by the dorm room balcony, watching the lake and the sky.... The coach ran by underneath her. She wondered where the coach went. Would it take her home? Or just around the mansion? Maybe... since this was Halloween Town, maybe it would take her to a differnt holiday! Like Christmas- wait, she didn't like Christmas. No one to spend it with. Valentine's? She LOATHED Valentine's. Stupid, manipulating boyfriend always won her over on Valentine's. Thanksgiving? No family, tv didn't get the Macy's parade, and there was hardly ever food. (sigh). She'd had a rough life.
A black figure flew below her, followed by a wispy cloud. Wait, that figure looked familiar...
It flew by again, this time closer. Sally felt the wind from his huge wings. His? How did she know it was a he? There went the clou-
"That's not a cloud," Sally mumbled. Sally squinted to see the flying thing-
"Jack?!" Sally realized that it looked a whole lot like Jack (well, it had his head). "JACK! IS THAT YOU!?"
The flying thing dove into the lake, and the cloud followed him above the water's surface. He flew out of the lake, and right past Sally's window. She got a good look at the cloud, and saw that it was made up of tiny little bats, pure white and completely flat.
Jack manuevered to and fro, his humungous wings beating helplessly. He leaned slightly to one side...
"They've hurt him!" Sally gasped. She took a deep breath. "JACK! IN HERE! THIS WAY!"
With a strong flap, Jack turned around and flew to Sally, zooming past her and smashing through the door to the bedroom. Sally panicked as the bats turned to follow him, and she hurried to shut a backup sliding door that usually stayed open. It stuck just as it was about to close, and the bats began rammed into Sally, sticking to her face and uniform. She screamed and began to swat them off, and they simply tore into pieces... just like....
"Paper," Sally realized as the bats fell off of her body. "They're just paper."
The bats rose into the air and drifted out of the window, lazily gliding back to whereever they came from. Except for one slightly torn one, which attached itself to Sally's calf muscle.
"Jack," she turned around to face him. "Jack, are you okay?"
Jack was not himself.... at all. His body had changed dramatically.
In short, he was a gargoyle. He had winds which were as large as his, a strong, wide chest, and dinosaur-ish feet. A tail grew out of his back, wide at the base and coming to a sharp point at the end. He crawled about on the floor, his face frozen in an evil snarl.
"Don't worry, Jack, the bats are gone now," Sally comforted him. Jack wiggled about uneasily; parts of bone were chipped and starting to fall off. "They won't hurt you."
Jack snarled understanding- and quickly flew out of the doorway. Sally followed him out onto the balcony to watch him. He was flying up the side of the building (he accidentally slammed into the side before catching himself), all the way to the top...
"He's going to see Hirac!" Sally realized. She panicked. "I've gotta get up there before he dies!"
Sally rushed out of the doors and onto the staircase.
DONE FOR NOW! Come back later...