Angel was trying very hard not to be fuming when she walked into the Skellington funeral home. It was different than walking into Tiana’s or the toy shop since this place was meant to be a place of respect for the dead. However, as she walked up to Jack, her jaw was clenched and she knew her eyes were full of anger. “Did you pay for my college education?”
Shock must have paced in front of Jack’s door about a thousand times throughout the day. She meant to come in and talk to him first thing upon getting to work, yet every time she would go to knock on his door she would chicken out. It was now past closing time and it was only her and Jack left at the funeral home. In truth she wasn’t even sure he was there because she hadn’t dared to check. Shock could feel her stomach in knots and her heart was racing as she tapped softly on his door and stuck her head in.
“So um... hi.” Shock gulped as the rest of her body followed her head into his office. “I need to uh talk to you.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she didn’t even have a hair tie or pierce of candy to keep them occupied. Instead she was left to scratch at the dark blue nail polish leaving little flakes all over his floor. “Do you have a minute?”
Angel had spent a long time thinking about college. She’d made a list of pros and cons, considered what it would mean if she did or did not go, and even thought about what her friends would think. She knew that Jack, Tiana, and Sean all wanted to go. Hell, she was pretty sure Philip and Peter were behind her attending. She knew if she didn’t go, she would probably be a hairdresser for the rest of her life, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it wasn’t her dream. If she did go, she could flunk out, or find out she wasn’t as talented as she thought she was, or not be able to do anything with her major once she graduated. College would mean improving her skills, being forced to take classes with professors who might not have been successful in their fields, and possibly waking up really early for class and staying up late studying.
As she stood in front of Fableton University, she bit the inside of her cheek and brushed her hair back. After all of her thinking, she’d decided that she should at least try the whole college thing. If, after a semester, she decided it wasn’t the right fit for her, then she could stop. The only question she was faced with now was paying for the whole thing. She knew that the people closest to her had offered to cover it for her, but she couldn’t give them that chance. That was why she had decided to sort out a payment plan before telling all of them she’d decided to go to college.
Walking into the financial office of FU, she could feel her stomach twisting, just thinking about how much this was going to cost her. She walked up to the desk and asked to speak to someone about a payment plan for her classes and tuition. After being asked to wait for a few moments, she went to sit in one of the chairs in the office. She wondered what classes she would be taking in the fall, and whether or not she would actually do well. She also wondered if she would have to take a loan out from the bank. She had a decent chunk of change saved up and an entire summer to raise more, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think she could pay for college on a hairdresser’s earning. Not when she wasn’t actually licensed.
When her name was called, she followed the woman that stood waiting for her, then sat in an office across from the same woman. The woman then began to explain that according to their records, a payment plan had already been set up, and that they were simply waiting for her to commit to the school and plan when she would attend orientation. Angel furrowed her brows, shaking her head in both confusion and denial. “That can’t be right. This is my first time being here. I couldn’t have set up a payment plan already. Why else do you think I would come here?” she pointed out. The woman was insistent that she was already covered in terms of finances, at least when it came to tuition and any classes she would decide to take.
The reality took her longer to accept than it should have, but when it did, she inhaled sharply through her nose. She muttered a soft “thank you”, then left the office, knowing what must have happened. She had a gang of people all rooting for her to go to college. One or several of them had clearly gone behind her back to pay for her education, and she was going to give whoever it was an earful. First, she would have to find out who did it.
Shock wasn’t planning on coming into work today especially with all the insanity going on outside, but she needed her twizzlers and unfortunately for her she left them at the funeral home. Twizzlers were her angry/stressed food they were calming and they were definitely needed today more so when she saw the turtles on her way to the home. If Shock was smarter she would have turned around back home the second she heard the music playing, but her sweet tooth demanded the red ropes of sugary calmness.
The wind was gusting all around her as she fought her way inside the home feeling grateful that the doors were unlocked. A lightning bolt struck a tombstone as she struggled to close the door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She mumbled to herself as she pushed against the wind. She could see one of those shells coming fast towards her and the door. “CLOSE YOU MOTHER FU-” She yelled loudly hoping the shell couldn’t go up the steps.
Shock: Hey, so I was at the university doing some late night studying and now I’m walking home.
Shock: It’s like creepy dark and no one is out. Normally I would be all for this, but I swear to shit I saw a shadow move. Anyway… 10 bucks says run home crying.
@nightmaarejack
Shock: What if Oogie finds Barrel? How can I keep him safe if he won’t talk to me?
Shock: I can’t let Barrel get hurt. You don’t even know all that Oogie did… I need to protect him. Please help me.
@jack-osborne
Shock: I know I’ve told you about my brothers, Lock and Barrel. I told you that Barrel was lost and now doesn’t remember who he is.
Shock: I did tell you that, right?
Shock: Well… Oogie once told me that Barrel was dead and I can’t get that out of my head. What if I’m wrong and I’m just accusing some poor kid with no memory of being my brother because I can’t accept the alternative.
Shock: Did I even tell you about Oogie? God… Jack. I’m so scared that he’s going to get a hold of me again. That somehow it’ll be like it was before I came here. Please, please just promise me if you ever meet a Pierce or a Oogie you’ll run. You’ll run away as fast as you can.
Shock: Can me and Luci come over? I don’t think I can fall asleep tonight.
I always feel like somebody’s watching meWho’s playing tricks on me?I don’t know anymoreAre the neighbors watching me?Well is the mailman watching me?And I don’t feel safe anymore, oh what a messI wonder who’s watching me now (booo! ) - the IRS?
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause - The Jackson 5
I saw Mommy kissing Santa ClausUnderneath the mistletoe last nightShe didn’t see me creepDown the stairs to have a peepShe thought that I was tucked upIn my bedroom, fast asleep
Trust - Christina Perri
And I’m so quick to lose what was never mine to keepAnd I cannot stand on what’s broken under meAnd I don’t know how to forgive myself for everythingBut I must learn trust