I landed flat on my face in a (shallow) pile of leaves. If it hadn't been for the music tempting me up and onward, I would have stayed in the leaves, reveling in my humiliation. But I was good (and controlled by the lull of violins), and got up, heading into the town below.
Wham. I was hit (figuratively) by the (lacking) color and (creepy) sounds surrounding me, all apparently centered on the idea of scary. Ness. The sheer monstrosity of the creatures around me was horrifying enough, and the volume of their music wasn't helping ease the fear. Sheer grotesquerie was assaulting me from all sides, screaming in my ears, pushing me through the crowd.
But eventually I figured out (somewhat) how the current of the mob moved, and I directed myself to a small alley with no traffic. Perhaps I thought I was dreaming, or I was so shocked and horrified that my vocal cords had gone on holiday, but I had not yet screamed or whimpered.
That is, until the hand landed on my shoulder. That ivory, cold, skeletal hand. It curled around my shoulder, and a small whimper escaped me as I turned around (slowly, a la horror film) to see that grinning skull.
"Hi!"
I ran the hell away. And ran into a tree. It politely (hah) asked me to scream, I complied, and ran away (again) to the nearby pumpkin patch, tripped over a vine, and passed out under a geological abomination.
When I awoke, the sun was up, the geological abomination was poking me, and I decided that waking up in the mud was a terrific way to wake up from a nightmare. It didn't work, sadly.
I slowly sat, then stood, up, rubbing my head and hoping I had a hangover. That would explain so much. But the light, though annoying, wasn't torture, and the act of being awake, though tedious, wasn't a chore.
"Hello, there!" a frighteningly cheerful and familiar voice said. I spun around and lost my balance, landing on my bum, scittering away until my back was pressed against a tombstone. I was whimpering.
This was not a hangover. "Hallo." I somehow had managed to get my mouth to operate without the brain's interference.
"Have you seen Sally?" The skeleton took a step forward. I was both terrified and pissed on some profound level, because a memory was nagging at the back of my mind, and it wasn't coming out yet.
But that was less pressing. "Holy shit, Batman! How did you know my name? STALKER!"
"Um… What's a bat man? And I'm looking for my girlfriend, Sally Finkelstein. Have you seen her? She's a ragdoll, about six feet tall, with red hair."
"You don't know about Batman?" I thought for a moment. "Meh. You're not missing much. I haven't seen anyone who looks like a ragdoll. Sorry. I'm Sally Marx." Apparently my survival instincts (which were telling me to mace that guy's ass now) were not telling my body to do anything. And I was being nice.
"Oh. Sorry to bother you then. I'm Jack Skellington." Jack stood up to his full height (which was entirely too tall), and left, heading toward what I could only guess was the town.
My back felt as if it was plastered to the headstone, and the sun (a pumpkin!) was making me overly warm. And then it hit me.
"Santa!" Fuck. I winced as I realized what I had said. Jack stopped, stood straight, and turned slowly.
"What?"
"Don't ask, don't tell. I'm not going to lie to you, Santa-sorry. Go find Sally (the other one)."
"What'd you call me?"
"Don't ask, don't tell. You really do not need to listen to my insane ravings. Especially ones from my childhood. So go and find your girlfriend." Jack turned slowly, and walked away.
And it sounds cliché, but that is and was the worst first day in a town ever. Ever.
Yeah, cheesy. Yeah, short. DEAL!
What's that? Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be nice to my readers. Hmm... Sorry? Well, not really, but you get the point.
A note to my new readers: This is Kali, the 'Donovan' part of Ms Donovan and Ms Midnight. So this is completely different than Bonedaddy and a Wannabe Witch (by the Midnight part of the account). Same verse, same account, different plots, OCs, and writers. So they're exactly the same, only different.
For my returning readers: Hi!
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This is Kali; sleep deprived and out.
