here's some more to my dying public
Samantha Skellington sat quietly in her room, something she rarely did, working on her Pumpkin Queen outfit. She did'nt know why she worked on it though, she knew her father would never approve of it. There came a knock on her door and she quickly stashed it under the matress, lest her father be on the other side of the door.
"Come in." she said, trying to sound calm.
Her mother peaked her head in the door.
"Hi honey, can I come in?"
"Oh sure mom." Sam said with relief
"How are you Sam, you have'nt been around lately."
" I'm fine mom." she said, but what she wanted to say was ' I can't take the fact that dad won't consider me being the next generation on the Pumpkin Throne', but she dare not say anything.
"It's jus that your father always spends time with you around Halloween." her mother said. "He knows how much you love it."
" Yeah well Jasper's sixteen now and he should realy be spending this time with dad, getting ready to take the stupid throne."
" So this is what it's about." Sally said softly.
" Oh mom," Sam said, not able to hold back any longer," why can't dad see how'sob' special I am, how good i could be at his job?"
" Shh honey, it's okay" she said as Sam put her heasd on her mother's lap. And there mother and daughte stayed, for the better part of an hour, the daughter crying, and the mother slowly stroking her hair.
Tarrel slowly looke around the old tree house.
"Hard to imagine this as a layer." he said,kicking an old can skyward where it landed on the tip of what seemed to be an old chute. There it swayed for a few moments, then it toppled over clinking its way down the chute, then with a tiny 'clink' found its destination. Tarrel slowly made his way toward the chute and peered inside. There he saw nothing but darkness.
"We don't have to go down that way do we?" he asked skeptically
" Of course not." the bug whispered in his ear. "there's another way down, look over there in the corner."
Tarre looked over and saw an old cage that seemed it would be fit for torture. Tied to it was an old tattered rope, that led up to a series of chains and pullies.
"Well let's go, shall we." the bug whispered. Tarrel walked slowly over to the makeshift elevator. he was even more skepticle about going down that ratty old thing than taking the chute. But he did as he was told and got in and instantly it beban to slowly lower itself. They dropped down past what seemed to be skeletons upon skeletons, and past the massive roots of the tree. Gradualy it began to get darker and darker, until there was no light whatsoever. Then without any warning they came to a sudden stop.
"Now clap your hands twice." the bug instructed him.
So Tarrel softly clapped his burlap hands together twice and pale black lights began to flicker on. As they came on Huge dice and playing cards began to light up a bright whites, blues, oranges and yellows. He looked doen at his arms and say that he had been lit up a bright bright green.
"Welcome to my layer." the bug said." Now if you look over here," and he began to scuttle down Tarrel's leg and up on an illuminated card table." This is what I looked like back in my prime." the bug named Oogie said.
Tarrel walked over to the table and there was etched in the table a picture of what seemed to be a giant burlap sack with two bottomless eyes and a dark mouth curled up in an evil, twisted smile.
"Now you work on the new body." Oogie said," and I'll gather up more bugs for my new body.
And with that Oogie scuttled off into the darkness that was the casino layer. And Tarrel took up some thread and burlap material and began to sew to the best of his abilities.
Now it seemed that the curtain would surely fall on the Skellington clan.
check back later folks there's more coming up soon.
