Welcome To Halloween Town!
Directly above a newly constructed coffin, a green portal spiraled opened up. 16-year-old Sydney Night came plummeting down out of the portal, into the open casket. She screamed while landing hard inside. The standing lid slammed shut after her.
The fall left Sydney squeezing her eyes shut and clutching the back of her head in pain, "Eh…what…what happened?" Sydney groaned. She began to spread her arms, but instantly they hit the sides of the coffin. Nervously, she began feeling around. Feeling the enclosure of the box turned her drossiness quickly turned into fear, "Hey, what's going on? Let me out! Let me out! Help! Somebody help me!" Sydney threw her weight up against the lid. With a strained voice, she screamed, "For the love of God, please help me! Please! I've been buried alive! I'm not dead! Help!" Sydney pushed with brut strength against the lid. Little did she know that when the lid slammed shut, the outside latch locked itself. Sydney was trapped inside.
Several stories above the ground, in a tall tower with a sphere top, Dr. Finklestein and his assistant Egor devised an "ingenious" plan.
"Egor," commanded Dr. Finklestein, "fetch the tranquilizer liquid! I'll get the dart gun." Dr. Finklestein was looking out the window. He wouldn't break his stare away from the coffin. There were six lined up side by side. If he broke concentration, he would forget which one contained his target, "Egor, hurry it up!"
"Yes, master," Egor replied with a scratchy voice.
Dr. Finklestein was an evil scientist. He created just about everything that revolved around his world. Even the accident years ago that confided him to his wheel chair. His loyal assistant, Egor, was his first living creation. He was a disgusting mess, but his slave nonetheless. Sally the rag doll was his second creation. He had treasured her like he did his handicap. And she knew it. Dr. Finklestein was more than grateful when Sally fell in love with the Pumpkin King and she became his queen. Eventually, she moved away into Jack's tower. The professor never wallowed for the loss of his creation. He knew he could make better. Shortly before she left, Dr. Fickelstein created a wife. They have the same interest, love for science, twisted face, and brain. In the end, everyone was happy. Yes, happiness exists in this world.
Dr. Finklestein moved the chair towards the door with the stirring toggle. On the way out, he grabbed his dart gun. It was crudely made, like the rest of his creations. Egor followed Dr. Finklestein outside to Sydney's coffin.
At this point Sydney had given up calling for help and began preying, "Now I lay me down to sleep. I prey the-"
"We've got you now!" rasped Dr. Finklestein's voice.
Sydney gasped surprised at the horrible voice. Her whispered prayer speed up with her pounding heart, "I prey the Lord my soul to keep. For if I die before I wake-"
"You wont get away this time you ungrateful brat! Egor open the door!" Sydney was constantly repeating her prayer. Her eyes were shut tight with tears of fear streaming down her face. This was the first time she felt true fear in a long time. Suddenly, the coffin lid swung open. Sydney sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes became wide. Dr. Finklestein pushed the tip of his dart gun to her leg and shot her.
"Arrrrgggghhhhh!" Sydney cried out an unearthly cry of pain. The tear flow was heavy now. She applied pressure on the fresh wound on her thigh.
"What!" cried Dr. Finklestein, "Who is this? This isn't Diego. It's a human!"
Just then, the coffin next to Sydney's bust open. Diego leapt out of the coffin, over Dr. Finklestein, Egor, and Sydney, then landed ten feet away. Diego was Dr. Finklestein's latest creation. His skin was tinted green, his hair was wild, red and messy, his clothes were old and raggedy, his body was muscular, his skin was covered in stitches, and he too was a rag doll. He looked like he was 18-years-old.
Diego sneered back at Dr. Finklestein, "Catch me if you can, Dr. FinkleFART!"
Diego dashed off towards the graveyard, and then disappeared from sight. Dr. Finklestein's eyes followed him, "Oh, yeah, real mature," Dr. Finklestein groaned. While he was distracted, Sydney positioned herself for an attack, "That stupid boy; I gave him life! I gave him enhanced abilities! He's the strongest creature to exist! And still, he's as ungrateful as his sister!-" BAM!
Sydney had swung her good leg up and kicked Dr. Fickelstein in the back of the head.
"Ooooohhhhh…" Dr. Finklestein moaned falling foreword out of his chair. The professor was out cold.
"Master!" Egor wobbled over to Dr. Finklestein's aid. Sydney took advantage of this time to escape. She painfully ripped the dart from her blood stained leg. Using her arms and body weight, she swung herself from the coffin onto the ground. She lay there for a moment clawing at the dirt as the pain throbbed through her body. She began to crawl away. Soon enough she caught her balance, limping towards the graveyard.
Egor attempted to chase down Sydney, but he prioritized the professor greater than anything else. Besides, what would he do if he caught her? Egor couldn't hurt a flea. He tried. It just couldn't be done.
Disregarding any plans to avenge Dr. Finklestein, Egor pulled him back into his chair. He stood in front of the professor and shook his shoulders gently, "Master!" Egor pleaded with a horse voice, "Master wake up! Please wake up!"
Dr. Finklestein slowly nodded back into consciousness, "Ahhhh…my head!" He held his humongous head in agony. Egor got behind the wheelchair and began pushing it up to the tower, "Stupid little brats, always disobeying their elders! If I ever catch her, I'm going to hang her in a cage and treat her like a bird! Ha, ha, ha, ha- ohhhhhh…my head!" There were a few minutes of silent walking. Dr. Fickelstein looked as if he were thinking intently about something, "Egor, I don't get it. That dose of tranquilizer fluid should have killed her. I mean, it would have been enough to put Diego to sleep, but even the strongest human would have found it fatal," He looked down and shook his head, "I just don't get it. Maybe I should start strengthening my potions. What do you think could have happened Egor?"
"I don't know. I used the potion you instructed me to use. I'll show you," Egor put his hand into his side pocket. He pulled out the vial that formally held the potion he injected into the darts for the dart gun. He examined it closely.
Oh, my god, Egor thought. I grabbed the wrong vial! This isn't the tranquillizer fluid. It's extract of monkey! Oh, man, I'm so screwed.
"Come on Egor. Let's see that vial," the professor demanded.
Egor shoved the vial back into his pocket. He spoke nervously, "I-I-I must have dropped the vial back at the coff-coffins. Lets-lets just forget about it. Okay?"