UPDATE: So sorry that I abandoned this story for so long but now I'm back in the swing of things!
Michael woke up the next morning feel especially lousy. He woke up with dry tear stains on his cheeks and he'd felt miserable. All he wanted was to go home at this point. His first thought was "Oh just screw it. I could just meander around for a bit until I find my way home." But soon that thought made him feel incredibly stupid, since he knew he'd never survive on his own around here.
Finally mustering the strength to get up, Michael walked to the bathroom to wash himself up. After running a brush through his long, black locks and applying some makeup, he decided to explore a bit of the Skellington mansion. Jack and Sally didn't seem to be around at the moment, but Zero greeted Michael almost instantly with a bark. "Hi, Zero," Michael said with a small smile. The ghost dog licked Michael's face and barked again.
Michael walked up a spiraling case of stairs into what appeared to be a study; it was Jack's personal study. He figured it wouldn't hurt to look around for a bit. The first thing he did was look out the extremely large window that looked down at Halloween Town. Michael smiled a bit as he watched the other ghouls and monsters go about their daily business. Looking around the room, Michael admired the many objects that Jack hung in his room, along with a Christmas wreath; how odd for a such a dark and dreary place.
After roaming around for a bit, Michael walked back downstairs, his stomach grumbling. He was hungry, but he didn't feel like eating. His grief from the previous night made eating seem nauseating at the moment. So he sat down on the couch that he currently called his bed and laid his tired head against the wall. Zero floated up to Michael, laid his head on Michael's lap and whimpered. Michael looked down at Zero sympathetically. "Don't be so sad, little guy," he said, petting the dog. "This isn't your battle to endure. I'm not worth your sadness."
Zero yipped at him and suddenly floated away. Michael sighed. "Great, I've scared the dog now." But soon, Zero came back with something in his mouth and dropped it on Michael's lap; it was a bright red apple. Michael looked at Zero as the ghost dog licked his face. The man chuckled. "Oh, I suppose I should eat something
," he giggled. Michael bit into the apple; it was juicy and delicious, one of the best things he'd tasted in his life. He greedily devoured the apple until only the seeds were left; even though he was the only one in the mansion, he felt a little embarrassed for expressing such poor eating manners.
Michael nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud, high pitched scream echoed through out the skin. Trembling, Michael ran around the house wondering where the scream came from, then the scream rang out again, and again, and again. Michael was entirely confused until he realized that the screaming was actually a doorbell! Feeling like a fool, Michael ran to the front door to see who it was. "Hello?" he said, opening the door. He looked down to see the Mayor. "Oh...it's you."
"What are you
doing here?" the Mayor snapped, his arms filled with scrolls.
"Jack's letting me stay here for the time being," Michael replied calmly, or as calmly as he could through gritted teeth."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes, it is so."
"So I see. Anyways, I'm here to discuss some matters with Jack. Is he here?"
"No, I'm afraid he isn't at the time."
"I see." The Mayor tilted his head a bit, observing Michael curiously. "Oh well, I'll stop by later." Then the Mayor trotted away on those tiny little legs. It took Michael all he had not to run up to the lamp-shaped figure and drop-kick him until he rolled into the sunset. However, Michael was not a violent person, and just shut the door. Why couldn't he just go home already? He loved the people he'd met here, but he was sick of being trapped. Where could he go from here? "Am I going to be stuck here forever?"