A/N: I give up on excuses as to why you guys shouldn't hate me...
I Am the Pumpkin King!
Prologue
A tall man with long red hair pulled back in a ponytail gently laid the pile for bones and tattered cloth down on the long operating table before looking up at the black haired girl sitting at a desk with a chemestry set.
"Tevaia, can you save him?" the red-head asked in a low voice as he walked over to her; placing a hand on the bare bone of her shoulder. Tevaia turned her head to look at him, dark bangs falling over her eye that wasn't covered by an eyepatch.
"I'm not sure, Trance, but there's a good chance since his soul is still attached to those old tired bones." She slowly stood up and limped over to the operating table, looking at the pile of bones and the long, thin corpse lying next to it.
"But how? He's nothing but a pile of bones."
"My dear, Trance, that's all he was to begin with..."
"But he can't save the town like this!"
"No duh, lover boy. That's why we have to force a soul transfer, that's what this corpse is for." Tevaia lifted up the dead man's eyelid to check beneath it, "The process is incrdibly painful and he will be in no shape to fight once he wakes up..."
"The enemy believes he is dead..."
"Good, let's keep it that way snce he'll need time to recove and train. He'll need to learn more human like ways of fighting until I can construct his old body."
"So, does that mean we start the process now?"
"Yes, ready the machine."
~About a Day Later~
One last jolt of electricity ripped through the pale corpse, reanimating it in Tevaia's lab; forcing the thing to the uncostomary act of breathing for the first time in a long time. The pale man gasped for air and stiffened as a horrific pain flooded through him.
'I can breathe! But why? I should have no need for it...' The reanimated corpse thought as it struggled to move and sit up but failed.
"Greetings." The corpse slowly turned its head to face the voice. he was greeted by the sight of a short, stiched up girl with black hair.
"W-who're you?" The corpse croaked out with vocal cords rusty with lack of use, this made the girl smile.
"Good, you can talk. I was hoping the new body worked properly..."
"N-new body...? What have you done to me...?"
"Saved you but that's not important right now... Now, do you know who you are?"
"Of course I do... I'm J-jack Skellington, Pumpkin King of Halloween Town."
"Correct! Now you had a little accident, do you remember?"
"Yes... S-sally and I w-were about to get m-married when I was a-attacked... Oh my god! Sally! What day is it!"
"The twenty-seventh day of the second month of Darkmoon.."
"No, it can't be!"
"Sorry, Jack, but as of three days ago; your wedding was crashed, you were murdered in cold blood and the holiday towns are on the verge of distruction!"