#skeletonwithabowtie

[snake-eyes-11]

Before The Fear

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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.

One morning, on his way to the Town Hall, he was cornered by one of the Vampire brothers who informed him that Jack had returned to Town, according to the reports from the ghosts.  “Jack?” he repeated. “Jack the skeleton? The one you all keep talkin’ about?”  “That’s right!” the elder Vampire agreed with a toothy smile. “And my brothers and I are sure that he’ll vant to meet you!” “Me?” Oogie’s brow raised. He’d heard stories of how horrifying this Skeleton Jack could be. A lanky monster that defied all proportion, with hollow eyes and pointed teeth. It was a gruesome image that filled the burlap ghoul with dread.

[blackbirdmuses]

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“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...”

[cricket-prince-archived-blog]

"*Benjamin*." His father's voice sounded stern as he leaned against the door frame to his son's bedroom. "What have we said about honesty in this house?"

That particular tone certainly grabbed the boy’s attention quicker than most, directing a surprised…..then uneasy…..stare at his father. “….Uhh……” his fingers uneasily gripped the books he’d been carrying, gaze darting about the room for a moment before returning to Jack, “…….huh….?”

[roastytoastyprincxss]

There wasn't much snow, but there was enough to make a snowball. Jack had been in the graveyard when he spotted a figure with curly hair walking by, and he was quick to throw once they were close enough. However... "Ah! I'm terribly sorry, Nuka. I thought you were Oogie!"

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!”

[ghxst-type-queen]

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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.

“My name is Loreley, the Ghost-Type Queen! It’s such a pleasure to make your acquaitance, sir~!”

[sevenholidaysking]

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.

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[the-starship-crew-blog]

@skeletonwithabowtie | continued from here!

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.

“Look, as long as you promise not to mess with anything, I don’t see the harm in showing you around while we’re here to resupply. Just.. Do me a favor, and try not to spook the kid, all right? He’s shy enough as he is..”

[snake-eyes-11]

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“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?”