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JACK'S footsteps echoed through the corridors of Halloween Town's Town Hall as he left the Mayor's office, each tap resounding against the stone floor. What had begun as a brief discussion had spiraled into an ordeal of meticulous details and revisions, stretching Jack's patience thin.

A throbbing headache pulsed behind his eye sockets, a relentless reminder of nearly half the day spent trying to assuage the Mayor's concerns for this year's Halloween festivities in two weeks. The discussions and negotiations had left him weary and drained, his thoughts consumed by logistics and planning.

But as he stepped outside and crossed the threshold into Guillotine Square, he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the storm from earlier had finally abated. The relentless rain had let up to a drizzle, the air still heavy with moisture but no longer pounding against the cobblestones with the same ferocity as before.

The air was crisp and cool against his bony frame. He tilted his skull upwards, allowing the gentle droplets to kiss his hollow cheeks, grateful for the relief from the downpour. As he neared the fountain at the center of the town square, his footsteps faltered. The stone structure, worn by time and neglect, stood as a silent witness to Halloween Town's forgotten tales.

Jack's gaze swept across the square, searching for any sign of the only person he wanted to see—Sally.

The memory of her stitched-together form and haunting gaze flooded his thoughts like a sudden rush of wind.

Despite the pounding ache in his skull, Jack couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of seeing her again. The mere idea of Sally's presence filled with a sense of hope and warmth and longing that eclipsed the lingering discomfort in his head.

With each step he took through the dimly lit square, Jack's pace quickened, his skeletal fingers twitching with nervous energy. The rain-soaked cobblestones beneath his feet seemed to echo with the rhythm of his racing phantom heart as he made his way through the winding streets of the town, his mind buzzing with the possibility of encountering Sally once more.

Walking along, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that fate was somehow guiding his steps, leading him inexorably towards a reunion that felt more inevitable with each passing moment.

With a determined set to his jawbone, Jack quickened his pace, his hollow eye sockets alight with anticipation as he searched the streets for any sign of the captivating ragdoll who seemed to have ensnared him from the start.

For tonight, nothing else mattered but the chance to see Sally once more, to bask in the warmth of the gentle ragdoll's presence and lose himself in the enigmatic depths of her stitched-together gaze.

Jack's steps quickened as he traversed the familiar streets of Halloween Town, his senses heightened with each passing moment. Yet, despite his growing anticipation, there was an underlying unease gnawing at him.

It was as if the very air around him crackled with anticipation, but not necessarily in the way he had hoped for.

Turning another corner, Jack's phantom heart sank. There was no sign of Sally. The streets, usually bustling with the eccentric citizens of Halloween Town, felt unusually quiet and deserted. The shops that lined the cobblestone streets were dark and shuttered due to the storm from earlier, their windows reflecting only the dim overcast light from the grey skies above.

A chill wind swept through the alleyway, causing Jack's bones to rattle as he pressed onward. His earlier exhilaration and excitement began to wane, replaced by a growing sense of frustration and concern. Where could she be? Why was she nowhere to be found?

Jack's mind raced with possibilities, each more troubling than the last.

What if something had happened to her? What if she was in danger?

The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he quickened his pace, determined to find her, no matter the cost.

But as he continued his search, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, something important. It was as if a fog had descended over his mind, clouding his thoughts and obscuring his senses. With a frustrated growl, Jack clenched his fists, his bones rattling with pent-up frustration. He had to find her, had to make sure she was safe. Nothing else mattered.

Jack's frustration mounted at the sound of his name being called like a relentless hammer pounding against his skull. He turned sharply, his bony fingers curling into fists, ready to unleash his irritation on whoever dared to interrupt his thoughts.

But before he could utter a single word, the Clown with the Tear Away Face came hurtling towards him on his unicycle that he rode, narrowly avoiding collision.

"Clown, please! Watch where you're going!" Jack snapped, his annoyance palpable in his tone.

But before he could continue, the Clown stuttered out in a panicked voice, "S-sorry, Jack, b-but you've got to come quick! There's someone…someone asleep outside your home on your porch, Jack!"

Jack's irritation dissipated instantly, replaced by a surge of alarm. Someone on his porch? At this hour?

"What? Who?" he demanded, his voice tinged with worry and concern.

"It's…n-nobody knows, none of us have ever seen them around town," the Clown stammered, his eyes wide with panic and fear. "Just come with us, you'll see! Hurry, Jack!"

Without requiring any additional persuasion, Jack nodded and acquiesced, letting the Clown and the Vampire Brothers take the lead.

He trailed behind them as they navigated the twisting streets, a growing urgency seizing him as they neared his abode, perched snugly atop a hill on the outskirts of Halloween Town. As they approached Jack's home, he was dismayed to see that a crowd had already gathered outside the iron-wrought gates, their whispers of shock and curiosity hanging heavy in the air. Jack's steps quickened as he pushed through the throng, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities. What could possibly be happening at his home?

Gently pushing his way through the crowd, the townsfolk parted for their Pumpkin King in awe. Their whispers of admiration followed him as he made his way, his mind focused on the tasks ahead but never far from the thought of a certain ragdoll with haunting eyes.

He slipped effortlessly through the gates of his home with ease. But what he encountered upon reaching the steps of his home was a scene that left him bewildered and at a loss for words, his eye sockets widening in surprise.

There, huddled against his door, was Sally, fast asleep despite the damp chill in the air. Her patched dress clung to her slender form, and the soft glow of the porch lanterns cast a gentle halo around her delicate stitched features.

For a moment, Jack stood frozen in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the sight before him.

How had Sally ended up here, on his porch, alone and asleep?

A flurry of questions swirled in his mind, but one overriding thought consumed him: he had to make sure she was alright. Gently kneeling beside her, Jack reached out a skeletal hand, hesitating for a brief moment before gently shaking her shoulder.

"Sally," he called softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the air. "Sally, wake up."

Sally stirred at his touch, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes that were both exhausted and startled as she blinked in confusion.

"Jack?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "What…what are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing, Sally," Jack replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "What happened? Why are you here, all alone?"

Sally's smile faltered, and she glanced down at her hands, fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her dress.

"I…I wanted to see you, Jack," she admitted softly. "I…" But her words caught in her throat as she glanced up and caught sight of the small crowd of townsfolk gathered at the gates of Jack's home, peering at her through the bars with curiosity. Her eyes widened in alarm.

Sally's heart fluttered as panic gripped her. She stumbled over her words, trying to apologize, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"I-I'm sorry, Jack, I didn't mean to intrude or cause trouble," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I-I was just…I was just…walking, a-and I saw your house, and I…I thought maybe…maybe I could…I could see you, but I didn't mean to…I didn't mean to disturb…"

Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words, her hands ringing nervously as she cast a fearful glance at the watching crowd. The weight of their curious stares bore down on her, amplifying her anxiety until it felt suffocating.

Jack placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping his presence would be a steadying force against her inner turmoil. "It's alright, Sally," he reassured her, his voice calm and gentle. "You're not intruding, and you're certainly not causing any trouble. You're always welcome here."

Sally looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Th-thank you, Jack," she whispered timidly. "I-I didn't mean to…I just…wanted to see you again."

Jack smiled reassuringly, giving Sally's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "And I'm glad you did," he said softly. "But let's get you inside, out of the cold. We can talk more there, away from prying eyes."

With Jack's support, Sally nodded gratefully, allowing him to lead her through the gates and into the warmth of his home. As they stepped inside and Jack gently closed the door behind them, the curious whispers of the townsfolk faded into the distance, replaced by a sense of quiet.

A gasp was ripped from Sally's stitched lips as she found herself awestruck by the interior of Jack's home. The grandeur of the Pumpkin King's home surpassed anything she had ever imagined the inside of his home to be like. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of Halloween Town's history while flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the cold stone floors.

Sally couldn't help but wonder how many souls had ever set foot in this place, how many stories of their Pumpkin King lingered within its walls. The air was heavy with the home's eerie history and magic, and she couldn't shake the feeling of reverence that washed over her.

They made their way through the dimly lit entryway, Jack leading her to the living room, a spacious chamber filled with plush armchairs and overstuffed sofas comfortably arranged around a roaring fireplace. The mantlepiece was adorned with curious trinkets and oddities, while shelves lined with leather-bound books stretched from floor to ceiling.

Sally's eyes widened in wonder as she took in the sight, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and awe. She had never seen anything like it before, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of privilege at being invited into such a sacred space.

Jack gestured for her to take a seat on one of the velvet-covered chairs, a warm smile playing on his lips.

"Make yourself at home, Sally," he said kindly. "You're safe here."

Just as Sally began to relax in the comfort of the room, a sudden bark shattered the tranquility. Startled, she jumped, her nervous gaze darting around the spacious room in search of the noise.

Suddenly, a ghostly apparition materialized from the hallway, a small, floating dog with a glowing orange pumpkin nose. Sally's breath caught in her throat as she watched the spectral figure, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Zero, come here, boy," Jack called, his voice gentle but firm.

With a joyful bark, the ghost dog came barreling towards them, his nose wiggling excitedly as he circled Jack's chair, his glowing nose illuminating the room.

Sally's initial fear surged, uncertainty clouding her thoughts as she watched the playful dog tilt its head toward her and take an interest in her. "J-Jack, wh-what is that?" she stammered, her voice trembling with apprehension.

Jack chuckled softly, noticing Sally's unease. "That's just Zero," he explained, his tone reassuring. "He's harmless, I promise."

But Sally couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gripped her, her instincts urging her to flee. "I-I'm sorry, Jack," she said, her voice faltering. "I-I think I should go."

Before Jack could respond, Sally rose from her seat, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way towards the door. The presence of Zero, though friendly, had stirred a primal fear within her, one that she couldn't ignore.

As she reached for the doorknob, a gentle voice called out from behind her.

"Sally, wait."

Sally hesitated, turning to face Jack, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But as she met his gaze, she saw nothing but kindness and understanding reflected at her.

"Stay," Jack said softly, his voice gentle yet firm. "Please, don't go. You're safe here, I promise."

Sally paused, her gaze flickering between Jack and the door. In that moment, she knew she had a choice to make—whether to let fear dictate her actions or to trust in the warmth and kindness of the Pumpkin King. With a deep breath, Sally made her decision. Turning away from the door, she returned to her seat, her heart still racing but her resolve strengthened by Jack's reassuring presence.

Zero bounded towards her once more, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected companionship in this strange and magical place. With a gentle nudge, Zero prompted Sally's initial fear of him to wane.

Tentatively, she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his ethereal fur. To her surprise, she found herself smiling as she scratched behind his ears, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over her.

Jack chuckled softly, watching the interaction with amusement. "See, Sally, I told you he's harmless," he said with a grin. "Zero likes you."

Sally couldn't help but laugh at the playful ghost dog's antics, her fear melting away in the face of his gentle nature. "I suppose he's not so bad after all," she admitted, her voice filled with relief.

As Zero tilted his head happily, Jack smiled warmly at Sally, a twinkle of mischief in his empty eye sockets.

"Well, you've passed the Zero test," he said playfully. "That's no small feat, I assure you." Jack's smile softened as he observed Sally's newfound comfort with Zero. "Would you like some hot spider cider to warm you up, Sally? I was just thinking of making some," he offered, gesturing towards the nearby kitchen.

Sally nodded gratefully, the warmth of the fireplace not quite enough to dispel the chill that had seeped into her bones from the rainstorm earlier.

"T-that sounds perfect, thank you, Jack," she replied, her voice soft and timid.

With a nod, Jack rose from his seat, Zero trailing faithfully at his side.

"I'll be right back," he promised, disappearing into the kitchen.

Alone in the living room, Sally took a moment to take in her surroundings once more. The crackling of the fire, the gentle flicker of candlelight, the comforting presence of Zero—all served to ease her nerves and fill her with a sense of peace.

When Jack returned with two steaming mugs of hot spider cider, Sally accepted hers with a grateful smile, the warmth of the mug seeping into her chilled fingers. As she took a sip, the spicy, tangy flavor danced across her taste buds, invigorating her with its unique warmth.

"Thank you, Jack," she said softly, meeting his gaze with genuine appreciation. "This is exactly what I needed."

Jack returned her smile, his empty eye sockets alight with warmth.

"You're welcome, Sally," he replied, his voice gentle. "I'm just glad I could make you feel at home."

As they sat together in a quiet, comfortable silence, savoring their drinks and enjoying each other's company, Sally couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected friendship that had blossomed between them.

Jack smiled warmly as he watched Sally take in the sights of his home, her eyes wide with awe and wonder. But as he noticed the hesitation in her demeanor, a solemn expression crossed his skeletal features.

He knew he had to ask the one question that had been weighing on his mind since he found her on his porch.

"Sally, I'm glad to see you comfortable here, but forgive my curiosity... What brought you to my doorstep, Sally?" Jack's tone was gentle, yet his eyes held a determined curiosity as he sought an explanation.

Sally froze, her seams nearly threatening to burst at the seams as she tightened her grip around her mug of hot spider cider. Suddenly, she couldn't bring herself to meet Jack's gaze, her eyes instead fixed on the swirling liquid in her cup.

"I…I…" Her voice faltered, caught in her throat as she struggled to find the right words. She didn't want to tell him the truth—that she belonged to Dr. Finklestein, that she had fled the confines of the Tower, and now had nowhere else to go.

She couldn't tell him the whole truth. Instead, she hoped for a half-truth.

"I-I just...wanted to see you again, Jack," she admitted softly, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "After…after last night."

The half-truth hung in the air between them, and Sally felt guilty for not revealing the whole story. But burdening Jack with her troubles, especially after his kindness and compassion, seemed too much to bear.

Jack studied her, his expression softening as he reached out to gently grasp her hand. "I'm glad you came," he said sincerely. "You're always welcome here, Sally."

Gratitude shimmered in Sally's eyes as she met Jack's gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. At that moment, she knew seeking out the Pumpkin King was the right decision. Settling back into her seat, surrounded by warmth, she felt peace wash over her.

Jack's smile widened, his phantom heart swelling with warmth. "I was hoping to find you again too, Sally," he admitted softly. "I'm glad that I have."

Surprise widened Sally's eyes at Jack's confession, a gentle blush coloring her cheeks.

"You...You were?" she asked, disbelief in her voice.

Jack nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes," he replied simply. "I enjoyed our time together last night, and I was hoping for the chance to see you again."

A warm flush spread across Sally's cheeks at Jack's words, excitement fluttering in her chest. She had enjoyed their conversation too, more than she had expected, and the thought of spending more time with Jack filled her with anticipation.

Jack leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me more about yourself, Sally," he urged gently. "I want to know everything there is to know about you."

Sally hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap as she set aside her mug on a small wooden table near her chair. "Oh, um, you…you wouldn't want to hear about me, Jack. I-I'm nobody special."

Jack's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features. "Nonsense," he replied firmly. "You're here, aren't you? That makes you special to me."

Sally blinked in surprise at his words, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I suppose..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

Jack's frown deepened, and he asked quietly, "Have you always held such a low opinion of yourself, Sally? If so…why?"

Sally's breath caught in her throat, her eyes darting away from Jack's piercing gaze as she struggled to find the right words. " I-I suppose I-I've never really thought about it," she admitted softly. "I've always just felt…inadequate, I guess. Not…not good enough," she whispered.

Jack's expression softened, his gaze gentle yet probing. "You shouldn't, Sally," he said earnestly. "You're much more than enough. You're more than you think, Sally. You just need time to see it for yourself."

Sally's eyes brimmed with unshed tears, touched by Jack's sincerity.

"Th-thank you," she murmured, feeling a glimmer of hope stir within her. As Sally met Jack's gaze, a mix of surprise and gratitude flooded her expression. Jack swore he felt his phantom heart thud erratically against his ribcage, each beat echoing his growing nervousness.

He couldn't shake the overwhelming desire to bridge the gap between them, to unravel the mysteries that surrounded Sally's past.

In a rush of impulse, Jack's words tumbled out before he could stop them. "Would…would you like to have dinner with me one night this week, Sally?" The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, as he waited for her response.

Sally's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in his throat. Jack cursed inwardly, berating himself for his impulsiveness.

Had he overstepped? Was he pushing too far, too fast? He watched her, his heart hammering in his chest, as she struggled to find her words. The seconds stretched into an agonizing silence, each moment feeling like an eternity as uncertainty gnawed at his resolve.

Sally's breath hitched, and her fingers trembled as Jack's unexpected question hung in the air. Her mind scrambled for a response, but her nerves had rendered her speechless. Had Jack truly just…asked her out to dinner?

"I, uh…" Her voice wavered, barely audible over the rush of fabric in her ears. She felt a flush creeping up her neck, her cheeks burning with embarrassment under Jack's hopeful gaze.

Jack's anxiety mounted as he awaited her answer, his nerves tangling with hers in the charged atmosphere between them. He fought the urge to withdraw his question, fearing he had crossed a line.

The tension in the room thickened, and both of them were caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty and unspoken emotions.

Finally, Sally managed to gather her thoughts enough to meet Jack's eyes.

"I-I would…I think I'd like that," she stuttered, her voice soft. A fragile smile quivered on her lips as she spoke. "Thank you, Jack."

Relief washed over Jack, a wide grin breaking across his face at Sally's hesitant acceptance. The weight that had settled on his shoulders lifted, replaced by an exhilarating rush of joy.

"Excellent!" Jack exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement. "I'll make the arrangements then. How about Friday? Does that work for you?"

Sally nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Friday sounds... wonderful."

Jack's heart soared at her response, his nerves now replaced by an eager anticipation for their upcoming dinner.

"It's a date, then," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Sally's cheeks flushed at the word "date," but a spark of happiness ignited within her at the prospect of spending more time with Jack. As they exchanged a final glance, a newfound connection blossomed between them, hinting at the promise of something more.

Sally shifted in her seat, a pang of reluctance tugging at her heartstrings. "I-I should probably go now, Jack," she murmured, her gaze flickering to the window where the sky was slowly darkening. "It's—it's getting late, and I don't want to keep you."

Jack's disappointment was palpable, but he nodded understandingly.

"Of course," he replied, though he couldn't hide the reluctance in his voice. "I'll walk you out."

Rising from their seats, Jack couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more time with Sally. He longed to continue their conversation, to delve deeper into her world and unravel the layers of her complexity.

But he knew he had to respect her boundaries, even if it meant reluctantly letting her go for now. Walking her to the door, Jack lingered for a moment longer than necessary, savoring the fleeting closeness between them.

"Thank you for this, Sally, for staying and talking with me a while," he said softly, his gaze holding hers with a warmth that echoed his genuine appreciation.

Sally smiled, a mixture of emotions swirling in her eyes. "Thank you, Jack," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I—I'll see you on Friday."

With a final glance, Sally stepped out into the cool night air, leaving Jack alone with his thoughts and the lingering memory of her presence. As he closed the door behind her, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, counting down the days until their next meeting.

Jack watched Sally's figure fade into the darkness, a twinge of longing tugging at his heartstrings. The soft glow of the streetlights cast a halo around her as she walked away, her silhouette a poignant reminder of their shared connection.

Lingering by the window, Jack lost himself in contemplation. Thoughts of their dinner on Friday danced through his mind, each moment tinged with anticipation and a hint of uncertainty.

After Sally turned the corner and vanished from sight, Jack finally tore his gaze away from the empty street and turned back into the warmth of his home. Closing the curtains, he felt a longing settle over him, a silent yearning for the next time he would see Sally.

Determined, Jack resolved to make their upcoming dinner unforgettable, seeing it as a chance to forge a deeper bond and explore the possibilities that lay ahead.

Settling into his chair, he felt the promise of tomorrow hanging in the air like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of the night.