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"I'm not scared of the dark! Really, I'm not!"

[therestlessragdoll]

I'm eating popcorn and watching Jack and Oogie on my dash...

[catchingghostsinmyteeth-blog1]

He's blinking in confusion, once, twice, spinning around himself. Honestly, he had seen some weird things lately, he is not even sure if that place counts as such. But he is probably not where he wanted to go, so there's that.

           "Huuh."

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"...Pull my seams. SKELLINGTON?!"

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[ ☾ ] -  "Who's there?"

[fallenfirebender-blog]

Moments Before

"So, child?" Koh purred, coiling around the fallen princess.  Azula had lost a drastic amount of weight in the two years she’d been interred in the asylum.  Two years of ritual humiliation and routine torture, two years of writing letters to Zuko about her treatment there…  She had no idea that they’d been intercepted by the asylum staff, that Zuko had no idea of the abuses she suffered there.  Given the bad blood between her and her brother running already, she assumed he was complicit in it, if not the one that had ordered it outright.

After two years, she could take it no longer.  She’d begun pleading to the Spirits, for assistance, for death, for anything to get her out of that place.  The one that had answered her was Koh, the trickster and face stealer, but also a very wise old spirit who sometimes dealt in knowledge.  Or, it seemed, in favours.

"I’ll take you somewhere you will not be tracked.  You will not be chased.  You won’t be able to do anything against your brother or his allies from there, but neither will they against you.  This is a fresh start, completely.  I’m not going to offer you useless platitudes about turning over a fresh leaf, but it would be a waste if you didn’t learn from some of your old mistakes.  For the duration of your life, you won’t need to worry about our agreement at all.  I’ll come for you when you die.  You won’t be using your face after that anyway, so I’ll have it then.  Do we have a deal?"

Reflexively, Azula reached up to run her fingers over her eye and cheek, now sunken and hollow, and shadows appearing below the first.  Despite the nervousness she felt dealing with a Spirit that was known to cause havoc, she nodded her head.  She really had meant it.  Anything to get her out of that place. “W-we have a deal.  The terms are fair.”

"Lay down, child," Koh murmured, patting the bed Azula had in her cell in a mockery of parental affection, switching to the face of a moderately pretty woman of Fire Nation descent.

Azula stretched out obediently, closing her eyes for a moment…

Now…

The day had been quiet, or at least as quiet as it ever was.  It hadn't been unusual, at least. Then, suddenly, thirty, maybe fifty feet of a giant insectoid body and its mass of many, many legs, all at once appeared, winding around the narrow street and twisting through the light posts, irreverently getting in everyone's way. A face painted with makeup to look like a mask peered down into Jack's eyes--yes, this massive creature was even taller than the Pumpkin King. The red lips of the mask-like face pulled into a smile, and the creature held out the body of an unconscious sixteen year old girl, forcing her into the skeleton's arms, not particularly careful of the bones of his fingers.  Then again, the girl was hardly more than skin and bones herself.  ”Here, you can have this,” the creature said, then withdrew, skittering up the side of a building and out of reality.

The girl, on the other hand, was most decidedly there, and she was in poor state, too—clearly malnourished and having been mistreated for some time. Her hair was matted and her eyes were shadowed, and around her wrists were the marks of shackles and restraints that likely hadn’t been removed often for a very long time. The clothes she wore were handmade and fine, but as battered as she was for a long stay in somewhere very unpleasant.  They were clearly tailored to her body, but that had been before she’d lost a drastic amount of weight.

Whatever had happened to her, she was coming to.