The next day, Jack went outside and saw some of the Halloween Town children playing together with skipping ropes with black and orange stripes and pumpkin heads for footballs. He longed to play with them, but his father would surely be here soon, wouldn't he?
He looked around, no one was there. Maybe he could play for just a little while.
"Hey!" Jack shouted across to the children, who automatically stopped playing and turned to look at him. When they saw who it was, they began whispering and giggling.
"What is it?" Jack enquired.
"What do
you want?" one of the witches asked.
Jack was confused by her tone of voice and her manor of speaking.
"I-I wondered if I could play with you guys..."
"You? Play with
us?" the clown said.
"Yes please"
"Wouldn't you rather be scaring someone, princey?" the taller witch asked.
"Or following daddys orders?" the other said.
"I...no! I want to have some fun for a change!"
"Yeah? Well do it somewhere else, jurk!"
Jack felt a horrible burning sensation deep beneath him, like the sensation he got when he was summoning fire, except more painful.
The others started laughing and cackling as Jack retreated towards the graveyard, wanting to cry but stopping himself.
He was only seven, and yet his parents treated him like a man. When he realised this, he suddenly felt himself growing up, which is every childs nightmare, even if you do create them yourself.
He let out a huge sigh, took a large sniff and walked off in silence towards a seperate part of the graveyard he had never visited.
It was dark and misty at the edge of this part. He couldn't see anything, and thats when the trouble started.
BANG! Someone crashed into him, making Jack fall backwards.
"Ow..." Jack complained.
"Ow..." mimicked the other person. Jack froze.
"Who's there?" he asked nervously.
"I-I was gonna ask you the same thing" the other person said rudely.
"I-I-I demand to know whom I am speaking to!" Jack persisted.
"Fine, whatever. I'm Oogie, and you?"
"Jack Skellington."
There was a whole minutes silence. Either Oogie had gone, or he was just dazed by his name.
"Are you still there?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, you gonna get up or what?"
Jack stood up. Oogie was slightly taller than him, and perhaps marginally older as well, but that didn't stop him.
"What are you doing out here?" Jack asked.
"Was gonna ask you the same question."
Jack looked at his feet as Oogie came into the light.
"Hey! You're the prince aren't ya?"
"Yeah, wish I wasn't though..."
"Why not?"
Then, Jack looked up to see a very tall, very green and very large sack with piercing green eyes.
"I-I...don't seem to have any friends..." Jack returned his glare on his feet.
"Friends? What do you need friends for?"
"Well...it'd be nice to play with someone, I guess..."
"Well it's your lucky day, bone boy!"
"Lucky day?"
"Yeah, 'cause I'm here to play with you until your feet are sore!"
"Well...they're already sore, but not from playing though"
"Yeah, whatever kid. Do you wanna have fun or what?"
Jack thought about this for a minute before answering. On one hand, he had training which after a while became mighty repetative, on the other hand he had a new friend who would actually play with him.
"Okay! What do you want to play?" Jack asked.
Oogie smirked. 'Gotcha' he thought.
Meanwhile, in the town square Rexus is looking for Jack, but he cannot find him. When he sees the children playing, he decided to ask them if they've seen Jack.
The children froze as the King approached them, for in truth he did look rather almighty and they looked exceedingly weak.
"Excuse me, lad" he said to clown. "You haven't seen my boy have you?"
Clown gulped. "Uhh...Uhh...Umm..."
"Don't be shy, I'm not going to bite, promise" Rexus said cooly.
"I-I...umm..." Clown said, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.
"He went towards the graveyard, sir" one of the witches said with a sigh.
"Thank you ladies" Rexus smiled, giving them a small salute.
The witches heaved a huge sigh and fell on the floor in a heap, thinking of how dishy Rexus was.
"JACK!" Rexus called. "JACK WHERE ARE YOU, SON?"
No one replied, which made Rexus rather worried and confused as to where his son may be.
"JACK! ANSWER ME!"
Then, the sound of laughter filled Rexus's ears and he knew his son was close by.
"Oh, very funny Jack, come on!"
But the laughter continued, followed by some familiar laughter.
"Jack...where are you?"
But the laughter continued and became louder until something crashed into Rexus. It was his son.
Jack's expression went from happy to sad as he saw his fathers distainful expression.
"What were you doing out here?" Rexus whispered. "It's not safe!"
"What do you mean, not safe? It's only the graveyard, it's not like a ghosts gonna come from a grave and kill me, is it?"
"How dare you speak to me with such a tone Jack Skellington!"
Jack's expression went solumn.
"What were you doing out here?"
"Playing"
"With who?"
"My friend"
"Who?"
"Why are you questioning me? I was just playing for a little while!"
"Remember what happened when you 'played' last time?
You ended up with a ripped suit, a broken teatray and a gooey head!"
"I'M SEVEN DAD!" Jack boomed. "I AM NOT AN ADULT! I DON'T WANT TO THINK, HEAR OR SOUND LIKE AN ADULT! I AM A CHILD AND I DESERVE TO HAVE SOME FUN WHILST I STILL AM!"
Jack ripped himself away from his fathers clutches and ran deep into the graveyard.
"JACK!" his father called, regreting all he had just done.
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Well hello thar!
Sorry I haven't written in a while, I've had NO imagination for ages, plus I've been busy with videos and homework and Christmas etc.
I hope you like it!
