Bayley Skellington is once again told off for scaring his little cousin Evan silly. But this time is Bayley actually coming back? And what will happen when Jack, Sally and the others find out that Chelsea and her lot have run away to find Bayley and his gang on their own? And what has happened with Oogie, now that Lock, Shock and Barrel are in their late twenties? Are they still as loyal? Only time will tell whether Bayley's rebellious love for his parents will hold out, or whether he's gone forever.
~Again, kinda for Halloweentown-Girl. But THIS isn't a ONESHOT! n__n~
Heyness~! It's me, Sk! And my lovely assistants, Michael and Jack!
Michael and Jack: Whoo. >_>;
Sk: So cute aren't they? And schmexy. n.n
Michael and Jack: o.o;
Okay, this story is called Rebellious Love. It is about the Skellington children. No, not just Jack's. It's a set of six, and each two are cousins. Two belong to Jack and Sally, two belong to Michael and Vanda, and two belong to Pan and Werewolf. n.n Yay!
I can't tell you anymore, or I'd be telling the story! Enjoy!
I do not own the Nightmare Before Christmas.
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A devilish giggle escaped the little skeleton perched on the Town Hall roof. A little skeleton like him, in a green sweater and a pair of black track pants walked toward the fountain, wringing his hands nervously. The skeleton on the roof, in a black tee shirt and a pair of khaki cargoes, with a scar burnt onto his left cheek and a fair way down his neck, leapt down, snarling and roaring at the little skeleton. He screamed in fright and dove to the ground, covering his head. The older boy cackled evilly, before hearing someone call him.
"BAYLEY!!!"
Bayley grumbled angrily and turned on his heels, trudging back toward his home. He rubbed his arm nervously, looking up as he opened the door, a sheepish look on his face. "Yeah, d-dad?" he asked, cowering in the sight of his father's angry glare. Jack stood there in his pinstripe suit, his arms folded across his chest.
"What do you think you were doing?"
"Having a little fun with my little cousin Evan?" he retorted cheekily, shrugging and turning away. Jack grabbed his son by the shoulder and whipped him around to face him. Bayley whimpered and shuddered, trying to subtly escape the vice grip his father had.
"Wrong answer, Bayley." Jack snarled. "I've told you what, a million times not to scare Evan like that. He's only nine years old, for God's sake. This is tenth time I've had to tell you not to do that to Evan this month."
"Eleven times." Bayley corrected matter-of-factly. Jack narrowed his eyes.
"That's enough of your wit, you. And what else have you done this month? Switched Clown's gate key for the Pumpkin Patch key, poured Fog Juice into the fountain three times, hidden Zero's favourite ornament seven times, taken your mother's thread and needle, set up a bonfire in the middle of town, put a motor on Clown's unicycle, scared the living daylights out of the Vampire Brothers, hidden parts of your sister in several places of our house three times, and poured oatmeal on the Mayor's head. And this is a good month." Jack explained angrily, folding his arms again. Bayley grinned.
"The oatmeal thing was funniest." he giggled nervously. Jack was not impressed. "Okay... I'm sorry." he said, with the most sincere smile he could muster. Jack narrowed his eyes.
"You may get away with that with your mother, but it's a little harder with me. I might ground you this time." Jack warned. Bayley was quick to answer.
"It doesn't matter, it's only staying in my room."
"You didn't let me finish." Jack explained, looking a little smug, now. "I might ground you... Over Halloween."
Bayley's eye sockets grew almost too big for his little skull. "No! Please, dad, don't make me miss out on Halloween! Please!" he pleaded with a whine. He was nearly at the point to beg on his knees. Jack smirked. He had his boy in the palm of his hand, now.
"Well, Bayley, go to your room and think over what you can do to prove yourself controlled enough to attend this year's Halloween, ne?"
"Yes, dad." Bayley nodded, slumping toward his room. Sally walked forth, having heard the conversation from the kitchen. She walked over, pulling Jack into a loose hug. He embraced her back, kissing her forehead.
"Jack, don't you think you're being a bit too hard on Bayley? I mean, Halloween's the highlight of his year. He just loves watching his father performing in it." she explained, looking up at him. He sighed and closed his eye sockets, resting his head on the crown of hers.
"I know, but with his recent behaviour, Halloween is becoming more and more a privilege than a right." Jack replied, looking down at his wife. "I mean, come on. Motorizing Clown's unicycle? Scaring the Vampire Brothers out of their wits? Pouring oatmeal on the Mayor's head? It's getting out of hand! He's got no respect for others, that boy."
"He's just going through a rebellious phase. Even you did, Jack. Remember that one Christmas...?"
"Hey, I apologized to Sandy - I mean, Santa for kidnapping him." Jack retorted playfully. Sally nudged him, and smiled.
"I just want you to give him a chance."
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Bayley kicked the shirt that lay on the floor of his half of the room. A figure lay on her bed, reading a book. She was of a slender build, with large hazel eyes and in a thick, maroon, woollen turtleneck sweater and a pair of worn out jeans. There were stitches from the corners of her mouth and along her neck like her mother, but this girl also had one coming from the inner corner of each lazily half-closed eye and across her cheek. She sported blood red tresses, cut at her shoulders. There were white bangs that framed her face, and black and white streaks through her hair. She looked over her little brother.
"What's your prob, worm farm?"
"Not in the mood, Chelsea." Bayley snarled, sitting down on his own bed. Chelsea stood up and walked over with little difficulty. She was a bit physically challenged, like her mother, but couldn't run at all, since if she did her stitches would sometimes loosen. She wrapped an arm around her brother, pulling him closer.
"What's wrong, bay?" she asked, nuzzling him. He narrowed his eyes and kicked at a comic on the floor.
"Dad's not gonna let me go to the Halloween this year if I don't stop having fun."
"That's pretty hard to believe." Chelsea chuckled softly, before seeing her brother's face. "Oh, he really is? Wow."
"That's just it! I'm not allowed to do anything fun anymore!" Bayley complained, kicking at nothing. Chelsea smiled and nuzzled him again.
"Come now. He doesn't want you in trouble with everyone else in Town, that's all. He's doing it for your own good, bay. Just like mum and dad don't like me going outside much. I get really sick really easy, remember? So I stay inside to make them happy, and not worried. Sure, it's boring sometimes. But I know that it'll be alright in the end. He just wants you to be safe. And I have to admit," she smiled, running a slender finger across the burn on his cheek and neck, "some of your pranks worry even me, bay."
"I guess..." Bayley sighed, smiling and pulling his sister into a tight hug. She coughed, smiling.
"Need to breathe, dude."
"Sorry."
"So you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess..." he smiled. She kissed him gently on the cheek, to which he gagged and stuck his tongue out. "Eww!!!"
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There was a quiet rustle as Bayley stuffed the last of his crud into his little bag. He ran down the stairs, making sure that his parents were occupied. Sally was feeding Zero, and Jack was over at Aunt Pan's house. There was no one stopping him. He smirked and walked straight out the front door, and into the night.
A small figure with deathly pale skin waited by the fountain, a bag in her hands. Her eyes were as black as night, and her face and shoulders were covered in freckles. She was in a pink halter neck, with a pair of baggy, navy track pants. Her long, wavy black hair was let out to dance around her shoulders. She grinned, her vampire fangs glinting in the moonlight. She smirked as Bayley entered her sight. She folded her arms, chuckling. "Bout time." she taunted playfully at her cousin, whom poked his tongue out. He looked at her.
"What about your brother? Does he know?"
"Who, Evan? Nah. And if he did, he wouldn't be brave enough to tell ma or papa, or especially Uncle Jack."
"Okay. I gave him a good scare today, man! You should have seen it." Bayley boasted, puffing his chest out. She giggled.
"I wanted to, when Evan got home. He was literally in tears this time!"
"I did good. Where's Maree, Anne?" Bayley suddenly asked. Anne shrugged, before they both perked up at a familiar voice. Another Skellington appeared.
"I'm here." she panted. Her rich, brown hair was in a ponytail, clipped with a spider. Her forest green eyes glinted as she looked ahead, grinning. She was in a black overcoat, which was all her cousins could see. Her dark fur reflected her father's werewolf genes. "I told mum that I was going for a walk, and she just said 'Don't get cold'."
"Easier than my family." Anne grumbled, folding her arms. "I had to trick my ma into letting me out, telling her I just wanted to go and see the moon. Papa warned me not to go any further than the Tomb of Tears and not to even go into the Pumpkin Patch. Heh."
"Well, let's get going." Bayley grinned, leading the way. Maree put a hand on his shoulder, stopping the skeleton in his tracks.
"Oi, Bayley? You got the key?"
"Right here." Bayley grinned. He was boasting again. Anne and Maree rolled their eyes. Their cousin had a big ego. "All I had to do was give Clown a fake key. The key to mine and Chelsea's room, as a matter of fact."
"Nice thinking." Anne congratulated sarcastically. "Now open the gate."
Bayley nodded and did so, and the three fled into the darkness of the Tomb of Tears.
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There you go, exciting chappie? .... I thought not. It will get better, I promise! The next chapter will be more about Chelsea, Evan and Shelly Skellington. n.n
Michael: You mean my daughter....
Pan: And one of mine....
Jack: BAYLEY!!!!
Sk: .... Let's carry on. Review please, people! Thanks, people! n_n Love ya! Check back in chapter two! ROCK ON!!
