It was close, so very very close. Christmas. The anniversary of when Jack Skellington fell for Sally. This once made the pumkin king smile; now it only brought dread to the usually chipper skeleton. Though the king of Halloween did find something to keep him distracted. Victor smiled gently as he began playing the piano, a beautiful song of unspoken words flowing in the air.
It was soothing to the Pumkin Kings ears, well, it would have been if he had ears. He sat in his large velvet chair listening to it, his eyes closed. In an hour, it would be December 25 exactly. A knock interupted the music, which stopped a second later. Jack opened his eyes to watch the man answer the door.
"Hello?"
"Trick or treat!" Jack's eyes widened as Victor jumped back the time from being kidnapped by Emily telling him these three kids were no good!
"Who are you?" He demanded heart racing twenty five miles an hour.
"Im Lock." Introduced the little boy in the devil costume.
"I'm Shock." Introduced the girl in the witch costume.
"And I'm Barrel!" exclaimed the boy in the skeleton costume. The three lunged at him again but the man dodged, a panicked look on his face before he went for the door, going at almost unnatural speed in his panic. Jack growled, slamming his fist down befrore grabbing the bowl and running out the door.
"What's up, Jack?" The band asked on the street corner as usual.
"Oogie's boys are at it again!" He yelled, surprising them as he went into the pumpkin patch and through the forest it lead to. He looked at the image in the bowl. Victor was a fast runner, now headed towards a old church. The kids couldn't catch up and Barrel could barely breath, let alone figure out where the man had fled to.
Not this time, Oogie!
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The church, creepy at night, though the memories of what happened here blocked that out. A angel was set free, he was married, a man got his rightful punishment. He remained quiet. He could hear those monsterous children looking for him out there. First, the Land of the Dead, now children turned into kidnappers. It was almost to much for one man to bear.
A sudden boom made him jump. There was screams from the kids and a whacking sound then nothing. He slowly backed up looking left and right for somthing to defend himself with. Wamp! A punch in the back of the head knocked him out cold.
The moon seemed to make the pale bones brighter as Jack, carrying something over his shoulder, came out of the forest dragging three whimpering minions of the man who killed Sally. The Mayor didn't ask his face changing from the happy one to the white and creepy one. The brats were taken to a specially made prison, a new addition to Halloween town.
Jack sighed, laying the one he had been watching for awhile down on the couch. He knew! It had all been fine before! Why must that sack of bugs pester him. Wasn't Sally enough? Light breathing fillled the room of its usual quiet statues.
Five hours passed before the man began to wake up a black blanket tightly wrapped around him and a spider web pillow under his head. Jack watched closely, not leaving for a moment as Victor groaned slightly, a head ache formed from the sucker punch. Jack waited a second before the others senses came back and he looked around panicking, his eyes landing on Jack who smiled.
"Hell..." Victor yelped, jumping behind the couch. The Pumkin King raised a non-existent eyebrow. It took a few minutes before the other decided to come out slowly.
"Who are you? I've never seen you in th Land of the Dead?"
"No wonder. I'm not from there. Welcome to Halloween Town." Jack said, standing up. He was taller than Victor but not so much, as to he had to look straight down to see..
"Halloween Town? Why am I here...?" The other almost blushed.
"Jack, Jack Skellington."