He took in the lovely darkness. His home was no more his home. He needed a new adventure - something out of this world. He was no ordinary wolf in his eyes. No. He was skelton Jack Skellington. The Pumpkin King. The bringer of Halloween. The trickster of tricksters. He had lost his old body. Dr.Finklestein gave him this body, resembling some of his own skeleton like features. Sunk in eyes, surrounded by black. His mouth laced with stitched markings. His nose came to points in certain areas. Finklestein knew what he was doing. He gave him this body to travel this world as a normal wolf. But Jack was anything but.

He lay there in his new found favorite damp ledge in the dark cavern. He loved the darkness and the dampness. The smell the water gave off in the air. His silver eyes caught sight of a lass in the caverns opening, he cocked his head, she seemed at war with herself. I've always wanted one great adventure... this is my chance. She spoke to herself. Jack gave a devilish grin as he silently crept down from the ledge and padded towards her, shrouded in darkness so he was nearly unseen. "My dear, I know how you feel. Oh, somewhere deep inside these bones . . . An emptiness began to grow." His voice called out, stitched mouth curling into a smile.




”All hail to the Pumpkin King.”

{ Jack Skellington :: Adult :: King :: Ties :: Young :: Homeworld }
:: -Metalhead- ::