#skeletonwithabowtie

@skeletonwithabowtie

Despite only having been in town a few weeks, it felt to Oogie as though he had always been there. He fitted into his slot in town like a jigsaw piece, taking authority over the other monsters as they busied about in readiness for the approaching Holiday. Some of the citizens had started referring to him as the ‘Lord of the Flies’, while others had simply named him ‘King’. No matter his title, he was intrigued by the structure of the town. Everyone was so happy, in spite of their macabre, gloomy surroundings. Too happy. There was something missing in this picture, he just couldn’t put his paw on what.

“Excuse me!” cried Amelia, nestling her way through the crowds of strangers. “Can anyone tell me where I am?” She spotted a taller gentleman and moved towards him. He seemed like a responsible adult...not that she knew what a responsible adult looked like. “Excuse me, sir? I’m very lost...”

Nuka had been avoiding going outside since it started to get cold. The lion man was used to hotter climates and the sudden temperature change seemed to seep right down into his bones, even in his human form. Bundled up in as many layers as he could borrow before it became impossible to walk, he inched along the crunchy, white ice with as much caution as if he were about to fall through the ground.

Suddenly, something cold and hard hit him in the side and he yelped, jumping a foot into the air with his legs flailing. “AH! Great Kings!” he screeched, looking down at his hoodie to see that it was simply more of the white ice that had been tossed at him, the remainder now melting into his clothes. Feeling suddenly ridiculous, he looked around the graveyard until his eyes met with Jack.“Hey! That’s not funny!” he exclaimed in half a whimper, rubbing his side grumpily. “You’re gonna get it!”

The duskull didn’t know how to react to the greeting, despite it being a friendly one, so it simply did what it did best; let out an uncomfortable cry and hid behind its trainer.

“Skully, sweetie, you don’t need to be shy! This person isn’t going to hurt us!” The trainer picked up the floating skull, coddling it like it was a baby.

“Hmm, different types of skeletons...I hadn’t even thought of that...Oh! I haven’t even introduced myself!” The girl straightened her back, standing proudly with a wide-toothy grin.

Why were his “Jack is thinking about him” senses tingling?

Oh well. That thought was replaced with the idea of using Skellington as a spinner in a giant wheel.

The black-furred Keimurr peered intently at the skeleton before him, his tail twitching a bit with his agitation. Curiosity, huh? Well.. He supposed he couldn’t deny that, but..

“We’re not exactly open to onlookers..” He stated. “Ascension’s a cargo vessel, not a starliner.” And yet.. This was a talking skeleton he was dealing with. He wasn’t aware these things exactly existed. Sighing, Vheildar gestured for the stranger to follow him.

“Jack Skellington...” Oogie’s words flowed like a stormy sea, cracking like thunder. He sat atop a throne, staring down the aisle of the Town Hall with a tempestuous gaze. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seein’ you so late, old friend?”