Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts' characters and places don't belong to me. They belong to the people listed in little section dedicated to the copy write and ownership in the Kingdom Hearts art book I bought.

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Finds

Dr. Finklestine sat irritably in the lab waiting for Sally to "sneak out." By now it had become a routine and frankly, he stopped caring. As long as she did his bidding, the rest of her time was hers. It wasn't his fault if she didn't get enough sleep.

A small creak and click finally announced her leaving. Good, now he could go. Rubbing his stiff neck from sitting so still and long, he began wheeling to the front door. As he reached the window, one of his "check points," he quickly patted his lab coat to make sure his key was there. Feeling the hard piece of metal in his pocket, he gently opened the door and closed it behind him.

The closer he got to the fountain, harder it became to push the lever forward. He could feel the familiar dread creep back into him, as the security of the lab slowly drained away. If he were to get in trouble now, it would be pretty difficult to run back or call for help. Death was not a problem, but it was the pain that he feared. Perhaps he shouldn't have left the door closed. Gritting his little pointed teeth in anticipation, he lightly tapped the lever. The only thing that could be heard in the deserted town square were tiny whirling gears as a frail doctor rounded the little green fountain.

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Sally stomped off indignantly behind the house and climbed the steep slop behind it. He should have at least said, "Thank you," or even grunt for all she cared! Really! She cleaned everything, cooked everything, and oiled his blasted wheelchair. If she wasn't bound to him by the Making Law, she would have trashed his laboratory years ago. "It would serve him right, bossing people around like that." A growl from her stomach brought he back to her senses. He didn't even leave any food for her.

Climbing stealthily over a few other fences, she found herself in the main section of the cemetery. Through the years, she had found many paths and kept only to the safer ones. Best a longer walk than being dragged back to the doctor. Dusting off the dirt from her rag dress, she breathed in the crisp night air. It was nice and peaceful here. No one to push her around, no musty machines, and no Dr. Frankenstine. Turning from the beautiful moon and curled hill, she climbed the lantern and took out her matches. Slowly rising up, she caught a glimpse of a strange light coming from the town square. She didn't have the change to take a second look when the lantern floated gently down the other side. Maybe it was just a passerby with a torch, through a small plunge in her heart told her otherwise.

Troubled, she decided to brush it away. Whatever it was, it wasn't her problem, but just to be sure, she should probably tell the Mayor next night.

Making her way to the third to last coffin from where she stood, she kneeled down to tackle the lock. They were secure enough, but sometimes, they were a real hassle. At least now she wouldn't be hungry anymore. Pushing back the lighter lid with ease, she didn't hesitate to reach in and grab the first thing she reached, only to shriek and throw it against the wall. She had pulled it, but surprisingly, it pulled back. Grabbing a stick nearby, she carefully approach the downed vulture drumstick. Next to it was a teetering white handkerchief. Great, just when she thought she could finally get food, food decides to rebel too. Inching closer, she held the stick high, a little afraid it might actually come alive again and take revenge. This was Halloween Town, and some dead things don't stay dead. Just as she was about to poke it with the stick, the handkerchief whimpered and began to edge away. A little whimper escaped from it and it turned around, revealing a glowing red nose and sad eyes. Sally gasped and quickly threw the stick to the side. "Zero!" Who would have guessed Jack's dog knew where she kept her food.

The little ghost dog barked this time, a little more encouraging, but he still appeared a little weary. Regretting she threatened it, she slowly opened her arms to him, "I'm sorry Zero, I didn't mean to scare you." She managed a wry laugh, "I thought the vulture stick was going to take revenge on me."

She smiled as the little dog's nose lit and his whole demeanor changed. Barking enthusiastically, it leaped onto her, licking her face with his transparent tongue. Though he was a ghost, she could still feel his rough tongue. "Ok, ok, you can have the leg, but just don't go in there again you hear?"

Flying away from her, he began tackling the vulture leg. She scratched his ears and grabbed something for herself to eat. She was glad to feel that everything else inside was intact and unmoving. Taking out a bag of weed crackers and a jar of molded jam, she began eating herself. She was hungry, but she was saving the better food for special occasions. Sadly, Zero got a hold of her best. She sighed and looked at him eating. She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She couldn't eat it now because it was covered in dirt bite marks. She had been saving that. Well, at least she didn't have to eat alone.

Grateful for the extra company, she opened the jar and spread the sweet paste on the crackers with her fingers. "Don't tell anyone about this place. Okay Zero?"

The little dog looked up from his feast and gave her a resounding bark. "Good, I don't want to have to come chase you with a stick."

She laughed as the dog floated down and lay submissively on the ground. "Don't worry, as long as you don't go into my food again and lead anyone here, your good in my book."

She turned back to her own food and began scarfing it down. She would have to find more food the next day to replace the food she ate today, including Zero's which was now just bone. She watched, amused as the little dog rendered himself invisible, the bone looked as if it floated by itself.

Finishing her own dinner, she put back the remaining jam and crackers. Zero seemed to want to do the same thing, but she held a finger to him... or at least the floating bone. "Remember what I said Zero? No trespassing."

He whimpered and flew to another spot near it. Without warning, the bone rammed into the ground. Rising slowly, it rammed the ground again. What in the world was he trying to do!? "Zero. Hey! Stop that! " But the dog wouldn't listen, it kept ramming the bone to the floor. "Ok fine, I'll let you put it in a box, but not mine."

Zero didn't listen, he moved to another spot and began ramming it.

"What's wrong Zero?" Sally was a little frightened now. What was he trying to do?

Without warning, the bone fell and lay still on the floor, Zero panting happily where he sat. Barking again, he used his nose to point to the ground and picked the bone up again, dropping it where he sat.

Slowly, she realized what he was trying to say. "You want to bury it there don't you?"

With a resounding bark, Zero flipping in the air.

Sally crouched in front of him smiled smugly, "What? I'm doing errands for you now?"

Zero barked again.

"...Okay, you've convinced me, but after this, I have to go back."

Zero dragged the bone aside and ran around the yard as Sally dug a hole large enough to fid the bone. She didn't have a shovel, so the best she could do was use her hands. After a few minutes of digging, she was satisfied that it would fit. "Okay Zero, you can drop it in now."

The dog floated to the hole and examined it, sniffing here and there. Seemingly satisfied with the hole, he dragged the large bone and once more, rammed it into the ground again, hoping to go deeper.

Sally felt a little offended, but forgot as the thin sheet of earth crumbled under the weight of the bone. It was hallow.

Barking happily, Zero dropped it in and both watched as it clattered down a long flight of stairs.

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To a passerby, if there were any, he would seem calm and passive, staring pensively into the green water's depths; while in truth he looked over them, his mind exploding with questions. A human. Who would have thought he had been afraid of a mere human? He could have laughed out right there and then if it wasn't for the ruckus he would cause.

A human! The one thing he had needed, the one thing that would solve all his problems, and to his luck, she was alive too! Barely, but enough. Excited, he began examining her. She was scrawny, pale and frail as a porcelain doll. He scowled a little, disappointed, from the looks of it, she could barely push him in his wheelchair if she tried. But with no other resources, she would have to do. After he upgraded her a little, she would be perfect. Sally could finally do whatever she does and he could have the perfect assistant. He grinned and gave himself a pat on the back, problem solved, now everyone could be happy. drunk

Now that he had made his decision, how to bring her in? Apparently he couldn't make her walk in, or perhaps he could. Taking out his spare wheels, he clumsily clipped them on to her shoes and attached a round black device the size of a small magnet onto her black choker. Gleefully, he leaned comfortably back into his seat and pressed the control button under his movement lever.

The little device on the girl's neck blinked purple and she stood; at least, it looked like she stood. He had ingeniously created a little device to lift objects when he couldn't. All it took was a specially designed box and the inversed use of Gravitaga which Jack caste so well. Problem was, he forgot to install something to allow movement of that object. That's where the extra wheels came in. Taking a thin hangman's rope from a box container under the chair, roped it around her neck and tied the other end to an armrest. Gently, he pushed it forward, the checking every once in a while to make sure the noose still hung loosely. She was of less use to him dead.

Still passively ecstatic with his unconventional luck, Dr. Finklestein pulled her gently into the lab, not even bothering to check if Sally was in. She was probably still out anyway. That was when he remembered something. He should have picked up the charm pieces back at the find site. Though they were of no use to him, they could cause an uproar. In their seemingly dark, dreary world, honey golden trinkets did not exist. Frowning slightly, he went to the labs controls and tilted the body table. He'll go back, but first, he should strap his new subject in and hide her. Positioning her in front of the tilted table, he disabled the device on her choker and put it aside. He would have to ask Jack to cast his magic on it again. He only had to tilt her slightly to fasten the worn leather belts around her, making sure he didn't tighten them too much. The girls condition was poor and he should probably begin, just in case, but he had other things to do first.

Pulling out a musty blanket he kept nearby, Dr. Finklestine put it aside and went back to the controls to tilt the table back to its normal position. Doing so, he unhinged his extra wheels and took off the noose, placing them back under his wheelchair. It had been a hard night and he was ready to sleep like the dead. Flinging the blanket over the girl, he wheeled out once more to pick up the last evidence of the girl's existence in Guillotine Square. Nearly blind as he was, he did not notice that a large portion of the shards had vanished and three gleeful children leaping off with amber glinting in their clenched hands.

"Wait till Oogie Boogie hears about this!" one whispered.

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A/N: Wow... some people actually reviewed! Thanks everyone, they're really encouraging. X3 I was beginning to think no one would read it because it had Disney characters XD...

Ack, I really wanted to move the story faster or at least cram in what happens next, but this just seemed like a good place to stop.

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