* RAG / DOLL.

    Using the sharpened end of a chicken bone, Barrel f i n a l l y reaches the teeny bit of muscle fiber stuck between his molars that’s been bothering him for days. ❝Now why—-y would I tell ya that?❞ He’s not INCLINED to give her, or any other citizen of Halloweenietown, any answers. She doesn’t deserve them && that would just ruin the surprise.    He HATES spoiled surprises. Wouldn’t you?    But now that Goody-Two-Stitches is here, the ghoul really can’t do what he wants to do && delayed gratification isn’t in his vocabulary. So he grunts, piggish nostrils flaring in irritation. ❝Is there somethin’ ya wanted, Red? Some chaos, some kidnapping, some dirty work you’re TOO GOOD to do yerself?❞ He’s a chaos entity; let him work his holiday magic.

“Forgive me for thinking that maybe you’d actually BEHAVE for once...” She mumbled under her breath, trying to keep her composure in tact. The younger ghoul really knew how to push people’s buttons, and the newly crowned queen apparently wasn’t immune. Of course, Sally couldn’t let him have the satisfaction he seemed to crave so DESPERATELY.  So instead, she took a deep breath and smiled softly. Might as well get SOMETHING out of this, right?

“I could only get lung cancer if I had lungs. So remind me to thank dad at dinner.”

He watched the paper wrapped thing get snuffed out, along with the last twelve dollars he spent on that pack. A snarl pulled up the side of his lip, he couldn’t help it. His mother did think she was helping, that was the only thing that really kept the grumpy prince from snapping at her. But really, at this point, it was worth more not to start a fight. Anxious or not. “You know, those cancer sticks are slightly expensive, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t trash them. Not like they’re gonna kill me or anything, right?”

A frown formed upon the ragdoll’s face, making him aware of what he had done. Although, if he knew her at all he’d know EXACTLY what he’d done. She never did appreciate when he was so bitter towards her. Of course she understood that Jeremy only smoked when he was feeling distressed and he was probably just taking it out on her, but listening to it never got easier. Sally crossed her arms, feeling the tug of strings that reminded her who she was. She was his mother, and she was the QUEEN.

                       SALLY FINKLESTEIN SKELLINGTON

independent & selective & canon divergent

OH DEAR. The trick-or-treaters were more of a nuisance at this point than anything. Frankly, she was just tired. Their antics were still certainly a problem, but Sally just couldn’t bring herself to intervene too often. Barrel however, worried her a bit more. He seemed to be more of a chaos-driven CHILD. There was nothing scarier to her than sheer chaos. So, it was worth checking in every once in a while. Just to make sure nothing TOO sinister was going on. She crossed her arms, eyeing the ghoul.

“Hello, Barrel.” There was a slight distaste in her voice, although she tried to hide it as best as she could. “Do you have anything you’d like to share with me? One of your TRICKS perhaps?” Of course, she didn’t expect a confession, but she decided to at least give him a chance.    

Her head rose slightly upon his arrival, almost as if she hadn’t expected him. The pumpkin king always tended to make her a bit nervous. Sure, they were closer friends now, but this aching feeling in her chest made the doll QUAKE. Sally pulled lightly at her stitches, a tick she’d developed over many years of Finklestein’s torment, and smiled softly. 

“Jack! What brings you here? Need a patch job on your suit?”     

“You are SO lucky that you can’t get lung cancer, dearest.”

Delicate fingers plucked a cigarette from her son’s hands. She HATED being such a mom, but it just seemed to be second nature to her. It appeared to be almost impossible not to nag Jeremy for his behaviors. Sally cared deeply for the boy, and she just wanted him to be safe. Not that much COULD hurt him anyway, of course. It still hurt to see him inhaling fumes of who knows what. The ragdoll smiled softly as she snuffed out the cigarette, throwing it out.    

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