Princess Fantasy D X-2

A/N: I have never been inspired enough to write stories about any fanart before, until I saw the work of deviantart artist Skirtzzz, specifically her Final Fantasy Disney Dressphere series. With her blessing, this will be the first of a series of final scene rewrites, using the powers of the dresspheres to possibly change the script, or failing that, make the scene worthy of a Final Fantasy series. Replicating the feel for such an incredible franchise will be a challenge, but I swear I'll do my best!

If you haven't seen any of the movies or their endings, this could be a little spoilerific, but if you have or don't mind, hang on for the ride!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Patchwork Presents

The denizens of Halloweentown normally find the feeling of fear to be the most wonderful thing they could experience, but this was certainly not the case for the rag doll Sally, as she hurried down the gloomy street back to her father's laboratory. The moment she heard Jack was being targeted by the humans for his scare-Christmas antics, she knew for certain that she had to do something.

Maybe it was the fact that she was an artificial creation as opposed to a living monster in Halloweentown, or maybe it was due to her father keeping her cooped up for all these years, but out of all the citizens of her town, Sally was the only one who seemed to see Jack's good-intentioned holiday cheer for what it actually was doing to the kids: terrorizing them at the wrong time. But due to the townspeople seeing the holiday through a lens of their own frightening holiday, they were seeing the children's horror as the perfect Christmas. Sally knew she had to rescue Sandy Claws before the terrible something she had seen became a permanent reality.

Poking her head inside her home, she was relieved to see her nightshade still in effect on Dr. Finklestein, who was still snoring away on his desk after "trying" to disallow her from viewing Jack's exploits. Quietly, she slipped past him and headed down to her room. Once there, she headed straight for her ingredient cupboard, but instead of taking out a bottle, she reached into the very back of the bottommost shelf to withdraw a scrunched-up wad of paper, stuffed into the back corner to prevent her father from finding it.

"I do wish Father would take better care of his lab journals," she mused, "or this page wouldn't have fallen out." Carefully, she unfolded the scrap of paper to reveal a complicated-looking potion recipe, titled: "Essence of Insight – Intelligence beyond compare at your fingertips."

Sally closed her eyes in a silent wish. "I hope this will give me the insight to get Jack out of this mess!"

Quickly she set to work, grabbing the ingredients off the shelf and throwing them into her cauldron, frequently referring to the sheet. Werewolf fangs, swamp mud, campfire sparks, graveyard soil, and even a dash of haunted wails all went into the brew, which started to bubble and steam profusely.

"Stir twice clockwise… and finally," Sally consulted the list one last time. "3 units of electrical lightning?" Before she could confirm what she had read, a deep, moaning bell rang out, causing her to glance at the clock. "Oh dear! Already half an hour? I don't think Sandy Claws can wait any more!" She darted backed to her storage cupboard, leaving the paper fluttering to the ground. A small chink of light from the lamps illuminated the word she had just read.

"3 units of Electrical lighting."

With both hands, Sally hauled out a dangerous looking black bottle with a lightning bolt inscribed on it, that let out an ominous rumble of thunder every time she shook it the wrong way. The rag doll pursed her sewn lips as she tried to keep the noise down while moving it to her cauldron.

As carefully as she could, she turned the bottle over and struck the bottom three times. Three thunderclaps echoed through the room as three lightning bolts were spat out of the opening and into the smoking, blackish brew. Sally turned around for the page that should detail what's supposed to happen, but as a result, she didn't see what happened next.

Electricity arced across the surface of the seething liquid, causing it to surge, ripple, and bubble with thick purplish smoke like a volcanic crater. A moment later, the brew itself started to glow, the surface shining with an odd bronze sheen like a Halloween harvest moon. The bubbling and churning grew more vigorous, the liquid threatening to splash over the sides.

When Sally turned back to the cauldron, expecting to see a calm, silvery surface, that was exactly what happened.

The brew erupted like someone had thrown a bomb in it, drenching the room in thick, glowing-bronze slime. Sally didn't even have time to gasp before she was covered head-to-toe in thick, luminescent liquid. As she spluttered, trying to regain her balance, she could feel her fabric body absorbing the brew… infusing her with something. Something… inspiring.

As the glow faded and the liquid dripped off, the door to her room opened with a bang and Dr. Finklestein's wheelchair appeared at the top of the stairs, the scientist peering down into the commotion. "Sally!" he croaked, "What's all the ruckus? What on earth are you doing down there?" His beady eyes fell on his daughter's body emerging from the slime, and he choked. "Wh…what? Sally, what have you done?"

"I'm going to save Jack," came the solemn reply. Two hands reached for the mixing table (which had somehow managed to stay dry), and picked up two different bottles.

"Skellington? How can someone like you save him? I can't let you go out into the dangerous world! You're not ready!"

"And if you never let me see the world, when will I ever be ready?" Two different materials were poured into her hand and kneaded together, body moving as if on autopilot. A cold chill started to spread from the mixture.

"You'll be ready when I say so! And I say you're not going any-"

"Black Ice!" The mad doctor's tirade was cut off by a black lump smacking into his face before disintegrating into icy sparkles. Finklestein stood there staring blankly into space for a few seconds, before collapsing in his chair, snoring up a storm.

Bottles from the table and her cupboard were removed and swallowed, glass and all, before a hand reached into the now-empty cauldron to withdraw something. As she passed her father, she wheeled the unconscious scientist back to his desk. "My apologies, Father, but I have something to take care of, and you cannot stop me from doing it."

To jolly old Santa Claus, this had to be one of the worst Christmases ever. Kidnapped by a trio of wayward trick-or-treaters, delivered to an eccentric skeleton who somehow had the ridiculous idea he could replace him, thrown down a chute tighter than the worst chimney imaginable, and now being tortured by a burlap-sack-bodied gambler of a boogeyman, he really didn't know what was in store for him.

Said boogeyman Oogie Boogie stalked up to where he was hanging from a rope, a pair of dice rolled up in his sack-corner arm. His empty-looking eyes stared right into his own.

"Are you a gamblin' man, Sandy?" he chuckled evilly, rattling the dice. "Let's play!"

Before Santa could find out what would happen when he rolled a number, a sudden loud bang rang out and Oogie staggered back, shaking his now-smoking head. "What the – who did that?"

"That's enough, Oogie!" called out a female voice. "Your game ends now!" The barred window above them abruptly shattered inward, and a pale-skinned someone leapt in to land neatly outside Oogie's giant roulette wheel.

The boogeyman stared at the new arrival. She was a red-haired rag doll made of a strange white material, dressed in the oddest way. Above a pair of tough brown boots, she wore a pair of mismatched long socks that only went up to her knees. A half-skirt made out of faded yellow and blue cloth left her thighs exposed, but a combination leotard/bodice made of patchwork material and secured by a series of belts covered the rest. Her shoulders and arms were armored with iron pauldrons, sleeves, bracers and gloves, and a pair of goggles were strapped to her forehead. But the most obvious accessory, and the most intimidating, was the giant rifle/bazooka firearm now resting on her shoulder.

"Who the hell are… wait," Oogie muttered, squinting his eyeholes. "You're Finklestein's project, aren't ya? Thought he'd never have the guts to let his little darling out of the house for too long."

"My Father has nothing to do with this," replied Sally calmly. "Now I'm only going to say this once. Let Sandy Claws go."

The living sack stared for a moment, and then burst out laughing, prancing around the wheel. "Oh, sweetheart, you're as funny as old Fatsack here! But really," he added, his voice taking on a slight edge, "what could you possibly do to make me?"

"Well, it is Christmas, the season of giving and all that," Sally said, opening a pocket sewn into her left leg, "and for someone as bad as you, I think some special gifts are in order!" She withdrew two bottles from her pocket with one hand, and with the other, brought her weapon, Forge of Samheim, around to bear on Oogie's face. Both bottles were shoved into a hatch on its bottom that resembed an open mouth.

"Brimstone!" she snapped, and the tapered muzzle of the firearm spat out a fireball straight into Oogie's gormless face. The resulting explosion blinded him with a thick, cloying cloud of soot and smoke.

"Aaaarrgh!" the sack-man howled, stumbling off the roulette wheel with arms clasped over his eyes. "I can't see! I can't see!"

While Santa was staring in confusion, the rag doll warrior leapt over to where he was hanging. "Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Sally, and I'm so sorry for all the trouble Jack has caused! Watch yourself!" She placed her weapon against the rope and fired, snapping it in two. The portly man dropped to the ground, rubbing his wrists.

"Well, we can discuss your skeleton friend later," he said. "Now what's our way out?"

Before Sally could answer, Oogie had brushed the soot out of his face, and was now glaring at her in fury. "You dare make a fool out of me?" he bellowed. "Then let's see how lucky you are now!" One burlap foot stomped on a hidden floor switch, and the hidden traps in the room whirled to life.

As a series of blades emerged from the centre of the roulette wheel and started swiping at the two of them, Sally shoved Santa off the wheel and ducked. The blades whistling over her head, she ejected the current bottles back into her pouch, pulled out two more and shoved them into the Forge of Samhein, before barking "Potato Masher!" and sending a black lump of steel shooting towards the pivot. With a loud bang, the explosive tore the shaft apart, sending the connected blades flying to one side.

"Ooh, not bad, dolly," sneered Oogie, "but let's see who runs out of tricks first!" He flicked another switch, and steel playing cards sprouted around the outside of the roulette ring, their pictures suddenly drawing their swords. Sally tried her best to avoid the blades, but her armor, despite providing enough protection, also weighed her down a fair bit. She winced as an edge skimmed the edge of her pauldron, drawing more than a few sparks.

Narrowly ducking a slash that almost drew stuffing, she spun for a nearby card, aiming her firearm at it. Another Potato Masher explosive blew a clean hole right through it, its mechanics grinding to a halt. She ducked into the space left by the blades, and started shooting at the remaining card, blowing off chunks and obliterating their workings piece by piece. One metal fragment even fell in just the right spot to jam the wheel to a stop.

Oogie grimaced at the sight, before letting out a bellow. Instantly, a vacuum-force wind blew to life, loose debris starting to get sucked into his now-cavernous mouth. Even with her armor's weight, Sally found her boots losing traction as the winds threatened to yank her off her feet. She scrabbled to keep a hold of the Forge of Samhein before it was pulled out of her hands.

"I guess you don't have much of a brain in that sack of yours," she sighed, letting the vacuum do the aiming for her. With another pull of the trigger, a Potato Masher was sent right into Oogie's mouth, and when it went off, the boogeyman was knocked flat on his back, smoke drifting from every hole in his body.

"Are you still so sure of your decision, Mr. Boogie?" asked Sally calmly, stepping to the other side of the wheel to aim point-blank in the monster's stunned face. She dropped a bottle from her weapon, now a fair bit emptier, stowed it in her pocket, and drew a new one.

But before she could slot it in, a voice that she recognized as the Halloweentown Mayor's suddenly echoed in through the open window. "Terrible news, folks! The worst tragedy of our times! The King of Halloween has been blown to smithereens! Skeleton Jack is now a pile of dust!"

Sally went as still as stone at the news. Her cloth eyes flickered in shock, and her weapon suddenly felt like a ton of lead in her hands. "No… no…It can't be…Jack…"

That, however, gave Oogie the opportunity he was waiting for. One flick of another switch later, and Sally found herself flying when the section of roulette wheel she was standing on shot up like a catapult, hurling her clear across the room. The Forge of Samhein was flung from her hands to clatter elsewhere on the floor, while she herself thudded painfully into the far wall and slumped insensate to the stone ground.

Oogie shook his head to clear it, before getting to his feet and stomping over to her, kicking the gun into a corner. Before long, he was looming over her, eyes blazing with malice (almost literally, given they were still smoking), and sack arms clutching a long coil of steel wire. "Oh, I think I'm pretty sure, dolly. After all, from what I just heard, it looks like you're completely outta luck."

A rattle came to his ears, causing him to turn around to see Santa trying to sneak out of an iron maiden towards the door. "And where do you think you're going, Sandy?" he asked menacingly. The old man gulped, trembling.

When Sally came to, she found herself securely restrained with steel wire that threatened to shred every part of her body that wasn't covered in metal and lying next to a similarly-trussed-up Santa Claus. Both of them were lying freely on a section of the roulette wheel, that was now tilted at an angle which threatened to tip them right off. Below their feet, the centre of the roulette wheel was opened to reveal a pit of bubbling gold liquid.

"Miss Sally, are you alright?" asked Santa worriedly.

"Yes sir," she answered, but still ashamed that she had lost her cool so easily. "I'm so sorry that I failed to save you."

"Well, at least you tried." The large man sighed as he gazed up at the ceiling. "But what on earth enticed that moronic skeleton to try and take over my job?"

"Jack's not bad!" she replied automatically, before blushing, "He's just… overexcited. He found your town in boredom, and he liked it so much, he wanted to try and put his own spin on it, to bring happiness to children." Her face fell slightly. "But you've seen our town… and what we consider to be happiness…"

"… which just doesn't suit my holiday," finished Santa, a look of comprehension now crossing his face. "Now I understand what he was going on about, giving me a vacation…" He grimaced and shook his head. "But why would he send me to this monstrosity?"

"Send you to Oogie Boogie? Jack would never do that!" replied Sally vehemently. "It was probably Lock, Shock and Barrel's idea; only they will have anything to do with him. We don't like him either; he's far too violent and hateful for us. Halloween is for scaring, not hurting."

"Fine, so it wasn't entirely his fault that we're stuck here…" Santa grunted in understanding. "If only the Pumpkin King would attend our annual holiday meetings, maybe he'd actually understand my holiday… but he hasn't been around long enough to know about them…"

He sighed. "And I just hope he gets the chance to, if we all get out of this mess."

Sally sniffled, remembering the news, but the mood was interrupted by a loud banging. The doors opened again and Oogie strode in, carrying a bottle of oil. "Sorry to keep you waiting, fellas; the old spin-table needed a tune up!" He quickly oiled the mechanism beneath the panel, before giving a nearby lever a tug. Both hostages gasped as the platform was ratcheted up a notch, in the perfect position to dump them both in the molten brew!

"That did the trick!" he crowed. "Now, what's that you said about luck, ragdoll?" the boogeyman cackled, leaning over them with his dice in his arm. With a rattle, he tossed them across the ground, where they rolled to a stop, a 2 and a 5 on their top-most faces. "Ooh yes! Lucky seven!"

Sally tried not to scream, while Santa was shaking with horror. "You monster!" he gasped. "You fiend!"

Oogie merely laughed cruelly. "My pleasure, Sandy! Looks like it's Oogie's turn to boogie now!" Both hands grasped the lever, and started pulling. "One… two… three… four… five-six-seven! Aaaha-ha-ha-ha!" With every pull, the platform was raised up just a little more, the point of sliding off drawing closer and closer.

"This can't be happening!" the embodiment of Christmas was feeling his hope slowly drain away.

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!" said the malicious oddball of Halloweentown, hugging himself in anticipation. "Oh, I'm feeling weak… with hunger! One more roll of the dice ought to do it!"

With a laugh, he chucked the dice out of sight and ran to see the result. Sally and Santa heard a rattle, then almost breathed a sigh of relief when they heard him bellow, "What? Snake-eyes?", but then they felt the ground shake as he hit it, and then a shout of triumph. "Eleven!"

Both of them felt the pit's heat wash over them as Oogie strutted back to the lever. "Looks like I've won the Jackpot! Bye-bye, dollface and Sandman!"

Sally couldn't help but shriek as the panel tipped up and up, feeling the metal start to slide under her. But suddenly, her vision was filled with a white face. The face of a spindly, grinning skeleton dropping down from the ceiling.

Before Sally could gasp at the sight, with unseen strength, Jack Skellington grasped both of them by their bonds, sliced through them with bony fingers, and hoisted them off the panel to solid ground off the roulette wheel, before dropping down onto the panel himself.

It was at this point that Oogie, not hearing a splash into the bubbling brew, realized something was wrong. Grasping the panel, he hauled it back down, only to find Jack right in his face. He gasped, stumbling back.

Jack glared right at him, eye sockets staring into eye sockets. "Hello, Oogie," he said, calmly but grimly.

"J-Jack!" stuttered Oogie, taken aback by the sight of the un-deceased Pumpkin King. He staggered back as Jack stalked towards him. "But… they said you were dead! You must be… double dead!"

The boogeyman had backed onto one of the damaged roulette wheel sections and lured Jack onto another working one, before stomping on yet another hidden switch. Instantly, the playing cards sprung up again and the wheel started spinning again. Jack was almost thrown off balance by the sudden movement, and was also almost shredded by the flailing swords.

Oogie cackled from his safe place. "Well, come on, bone man!"

While Santa hid himself inside the iron maiden again, Sally watched Jack slide and dance around the blades like a snake, twisting his slender body in ways that would be impossible for a human. Seeing her crush coming deadly close to being shredded caused the ragdoll to break away and run to where her gun was lying.

When Oogie saw the blades were no detriment to Jack, he yanked another lever to retract the cards and cause a trio of cowboy-shaped slot machines with guns for handles to slide out of an alcove straight towards Jack. The skeleton, intent on reaching his target, didn't even notice the robotic minions approach him, their reels spinning.

Sally managed to reach her gun and reload it with a new combination of ingredients just in time. "Jack, get down! Electroshock!" The resulting ball of lightning struck all three gun-bots at once, causing them to spark and sputter to a halt.

Jack turned to Sally, blinking in shock. "Sally? What on earth are you doing with that?"

"Protecting you!" Sally called back. "Now go and get Oogie!" Another shot blew the bots' heads clear off, even as Jack nodded, turned back towards the boogeyman, and made for him even as he tried to scramble away.

As Sally removed the bottles and pulled out new ones from her pouch, Oogie made one last lunge, and both hands slammed down on two different switches. From two different directions, two spinning sawblades dropped down from the ceiling like pendulums of death, aiming to lop both interlopers' heads off. One shot from Sally's weapon deflected the attack against the Pumpkin King just in time, but doing so meant that Sally herself was unable to fully dodge herself.

There was a buzz of shearing metal, and Sally's left arm dropped to the ground while the rest of her was thrown to the side. A few potion bottles fell out of the ragdoll's arm stump to shatter on the floor.

Jack looked back to see what happened to Sally, which gave Oogie Boogie enough of an opening to catapult himself to a spinning mechanism suspended from the ceiling, which started rising out of reach. "So long, Jack!" he jeered, yanking another chain, which caused the roulette wheel's spinning to grow even more rapid, threatening to throw the Pumpkin King clear off.

"No, Jack!" Sally cried. Her detached arm wriggled up to her, still clutching the still-intact container. Sally helped it lock it in place, but when she looked around for the other reagent, she gasped as she saw said bottle broken on the ground. "Oh dear! I don't have any more of that reagent left, and I don't know what else will work!"

Santa hurried up to her, one hand rummaging in a pocket in his red coat. "Well then, Miss Sally, it's lucky I always carry a spare present, and I think it may be just what you need!" He withdrew a small, nondescript box wrapped in glittery red ribbon.

Sally accepted it with a word of thanks, quickly unwrapping the present to reveal a second bottle of the exact ingredient she was looking for.

Bracing himself with one hand, Jack's eyes blazed with anger at what happened to Sally. "How dare you treat my friends so shamefully!" he snarled, grabbing something out of the air. Oogie gasped as a tearing sound made him realize what Jack had grabbed: a loose thread from his sack body. He grabbed at the thread with his other arm, desperately trying to keep it, and himself, from unraveling.

"Mr. Boogie!" an elderly shout made him turn his head, to where 'Sandy Claws' was standing next to the one-armed rag doll, helping her to support her weapon. "Consider this a coal substitute for making the top of my Naughty List!"

Sally's mouth was set in a hard line as she intoned the name of her final concoction: "Trick or Treat!"

The Forge of Samhein roared as a burst of energy erupted out the end, switching rapidly between a fiery-orange and a stark-white, a chilling evil cackle filling the air. Oogie tried to get out of the way, but found to his horror that Jack's spinning and keeping a hold on his thread had actually bound his arms to the axle. With absolutely no way to dodge, he screamed as a now-orange light filled his vision.

Oogie's burlap skin disintegrated like cigarette ash as the energy washed over him, and when it faded, all that was left of the boogeyman was a living pile of worms, bugs and insects, all wriggling and squirming frantically. "Now look what you've done!" he wailed, his body literally falling apart at the seams. "My bugs! My bugs… my bugs…"

The mass of bugs crumbled into the pot of boiling brew beneath it, and soon, Oogie's voice was nothing more than a high-pitched squeal coming from one large green earwig as it scuttled away… right until Santa squashed it with his boot.

"Forgive me, Mr. Claws," Jack said apologetically, walking up to him and holding out his familiar red and white hat. "I'm afraid I've made a terrible mess of your holiday…"

Santa took back his hat and scowled at the skeleton. "I have every mind to give you and your town the worst scolding in history, but…" his expression softened just a fraction, "with what your lady friend has told me, I think I understand. You were so excited at something new, that you jumped in without truly knowing what it means."

He stepped towards the now-confused Jack. "Christmas is about the spirit of giving, that is true. But more than that, it is about spreading joy, cheer, and happiness through those gifts, and sharing those feelings with your friends and family. And while I know that's what you intended, your gifts… they scare, they thrill, they make the people scream in fright."

He gestured at Oogie's damaged lair. "And that is not what Christmas is about. That is what Halloween is about, and you know that better than anyone."

Jack drooped. "I do know… I just wanted a change, and I thought what was good for Halloween was good for Christmas... maybe I don't understand this holiday after all."

For the first time since this fiasco started, Santa gave a low chuckle. "Well, my job is to spread the spirit of Christmas. I'd be happy to explain my holiday to you some other time."

Briskly, he straighened his hat. "But tonight, I have a job to do: undoing the mess that you started in the first place."

As he shuffled off, Jack called, "I hope there's still time!"

"To fix Christmas? Of course there is!" Santa replied, feeling his magic return with the completion of his outfit. "I'm Santa Claus!" He made as if to jump into the air, but he paused, turned back, and glared sternly at Jack.

"And Jack, the next time you feel the urge to take over someone else's holiday, I'd listen to her!" He gestured to Sally. "She's the only one who has any sense around here!" And with that, he floated into the air and into a chute in the ceiling, using it as a chimney to finally escape.

Jack looked forlornly after the fellow holiday spirit, before Sally walked up to him, picking up her loose arm. "He'll fix things, Jack. He knows what to do."

The skeleton nodded, now fully aware of what she had been doing. "Where did you get all those potions? And what were you doing down here in the first place?"

Now in the presence of her crush, all of Sally's shyness came back in a rush. "W-well… I-I… I just… wanted to… to…" she mumbled, twisting a knob on her gun in agitation.

"To… help?" Jack suggested.

Mustering up the last bit of courage left from facing Oogie, she took a breath and blurted out, "… to protect you! I couldn't let you get hurt, and I thought that if I freed Sandy, he could undo your mistake, so I used one of Father's potions, but it turned me into this, and gave me all this knowledge about potions, then I came here to rescue him, but I got caught instead…"

"Sally." A bony hand rested on her shoulder, and the doll looked up into the eyes of the Pumpkin King, who was looking back at her with a new realization. "I can't believe I never realized that you would do all that for me… can you ever forgive me?"

"Oh Jack!" she gasped, dropping her gun and her arm to give him a one-armed embrace. "Of course I can! I can always forgive you! I love you!"

When the Forge of Samhein hit the ground muzzle-first, it went off with a bang, enveloping the both of them in a sudden cloud of smoke. When it cleared, Jack, blinking smoke out of his eyes, found himself holding a Sally that was back in her usual cloth dress.

"Oh my," the rag doll gasped, looking over herself. She glanced down at her detached arm, and found a small card clutched in her hand.

A low smile crossed Jack's face. "Now that's the Sally I remember." He suddenly looked rather sheepish. "But did I hear that last part right?"

Before Sally could do more than blush shyly, nod, and pick up her arm, a spotlight suddenly shone down on them, causing both of them to squint upwards. There above them were the familiar masked faces of Lock, Shock and Barrel and the grinning face of the Mayor.

"Jack! Jack!" the mayor called down. Around him, the three children burst into chatters of "Here he is! Alive! Just like we said!"

"Grab a hold, my boy!" the mayor laughed, glad that Halloweentown's greatest citizen was alive and well, as he dropped down a knotted rope.

Jack held Sally close, causing her to blush even harder, as he grabbed the rope with the other. As the four people above hauled the two of them up, the Pumpkin King and his new lady love let out a shared sigh, grateful that Jack had learned his lesson, Christmas would be okay, and everything had turned out right in the end.

Once again, I hope this chapter passes muster. I'll be honest, this was tricky to write! I might go through it again a few times if I feel it needs perking up.

Skirtzzz, thank you so much for waiting again! Once again, I'm so sorry I took so long, but you know how uni life is these days: all assignments and midterms and not much else!

And now, a bit of bad news. I'm entering the exam portion of my school term, so I won't have any spare time to do any writing until mid-December at best, so this is going on the back burner until everything's done with! Hope you enjoy what I got until then!

Find Sally's alchemist costume, created by the talented DeviantArtist Skirtzzz here (scrap all the spaces)!:

skirtzzz . deviantart dotcom / art / Alchemist - Sally - 291166661

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