John Walked back into his house carrying pieces of a sack and 30 bottles of many different bugs along with a snake. He kicked off his shoes, those years in sewing college were about to pay off, his mother had been right!
He carried the tings to the sewing machine and
Carefully started to re-sew the monster of everyone’s nightmares…
* * *
Igor slowly went up to Jack’s house door, then paused, what was the message again?
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
What was the name again? Perry? Percival? Petunia?
Phillip? Peter?
Peter, that was it!
Sally opened the door, Igor cleared his throat then said, “Peter’s ready-”
Igor didn’t get much time to register the flash of green as Danny rushed from the kitchen and knocked him over.
Sally helped Igor up as Danny rushed towards the lab.
“Where is he?” Danny yelled as she rushed into the lab.
Dr Finkelstein Almost fell back in shock as Danny Whirled in.
“He’s waiting for you outside.”
Danny blushed, she must have run past him… “Sorry…” Danny walked out of the lab, down the ramp, the lift wasn’t working...
Eventually she made it to the bottom she opened the door, looked around, “Peter?”
Where was he? Danny looked around the tower, she scratched her skull. Barrel jumped out at Danny.
“Hello!” Lock threw a sack over Danny. Danny lashed out, sending Barrel flying. Lock managed to lob Danny into the bathtub, and led the way back towards the tree house, with the boy and Danny Jack was sure to come!
Lock smiled…
Barrel picked himself up and hurried to catch up with Lock.
Dr. Finkelstein saw what had happened, but was too slow to stop the kidnapping, so he wheeled towards the town, but his wheelchair fell over when he hit a crack on the pavement, a week passed until they found him, and by then it was too late…
* * *
A week earlier…
John smiled. This was it! All he had to do was take it back to Halloween town and it would come to life!
John dragged the sack-thing up the hill, god! It was heavy! And was it him? But was it getting heavier.
John finally made it to the clearing of trees and he opened the pumpkin door.
A great wind swept him and the sack-thing into the door.
John opened his eyes, he was back, he looked at the sack-thing, it twitched. John stood up and watched, as
The sack-thing slowly sat-up.
“ugh….” It looked around. Then saw John, “Who in the name of bone head are you?!?”
John walked up to it and grinned insanely “I am your creator.”
Oogie raised what would have been an eyebrow, “Really? You’ve changed, but if you really are him, I have a few bones to pick with you.”
“No, no, no! you don’t understand! I’ve just re-created you!” John started to panic.
“Re-created me?” Oogie suddenly rembered “Hey! That’s right! That bone-head unravelled me!” Oogie stood up. “So, you brought me back, I suppose I should thank you…”
John’s eyes lit up at the thought of jewels, diamonds, gold and, of course, a burnt Halloween town.
But instead, Oogie placed the tip of his arm on John’s shoulder “I’ll give you 10 seconds to run and hide…”
John’s eyes widened “But-”
“1”
“I brought you back!”
“2”
“I’ve helped you!”
“3”
“I re-sewed you!”
“4”
“I fixed you!”
“5”
“God-damn you Oogie!” John hoped that the fact that he knew his name would un-nerve Oogie.
“6”
“ARGH!!!!!”
“7”
“Oogie! I want to help you!”
“8”
“I want to destroy Halloween town!”
“9”
“I can defeat Jack!” John screamed at the top of his lungs, desperate.
Oogie paused “You can defeat Jack?”
John gasped for breath and nodded.
Oogie let go of John’s shoulder.
John sensed he had the upper edge “You can’t beat Jack without me Oogie! And you know it!”
Oogie looked up at John “te-”
“I didn’t mean it like that!” John started to sweat.
Oogie grabbed john’s jacket and lifted him up in the air, inches from his face. “You’d better not have…”
Oogie threw John against a tree and pointed at him “You really better not have meant it that way.”
John picked himself up, he had seriously
misunderstood this guy! He may just be a sack of bugs but…
“I meant I could distract him-”
“-and then?”
“You could spring the most devious, excellent and
ingenious trap ever known to man-kind!” John stopped.
Oogie looked at him expectantly, “Go on…”
“Like, a pit fall trap…”
Oogie raised an eyebrow “A pit fall trap?”
“yeah…”
“Leave the trap-making to me…” Oogie started to walk away.
John sighed, then started to creep the other way, he wanted to go back home, the sack thing scared him...
Oogie grabbed one of John’s ankles and started to drag him along with him.
“I’ll walk! I’ll walk! I swear to god I’ll walk!”
John screamed and Oogie let go of John’s ankle, John whimpered as he followed the thing. Why did he ever bring it back to life?
Oogie smiled as he saw the tree house, he could hear the dice already…
* * *
Jet- sorry this was so short...
Danny- *muffled* why am I in a bag?
Jet- you'll see...
