Jack Nightmare 2 U
crap.....i just figured this poem out......sally was taken.....jack killed him self.....and he made a deal with someone not to kill his family......am i right.....OMJ, is it oogie! OMJ, its oogie isnt it! Oogie took sally and the deal he made so oogie would let sally go, and jack.....that was posin, not wine! NO JACK! And Dr. Finkelstine declared him dead! NO! JACK! WHY!!!!!! SALLY IS NOT WORTHY!
And now let us resume.....
It had been at least ten years.
Jack's son, Roy had taken the new title as Pumpkin King. However, Halloween was the next day, and Roy was unlike his father. He became more tensed and worried as the town grew more excited. Until, he did his routine. Which sent a shiver down everyone's spine. What was it?
Well, it was eight o clock. A harshly blown wind swept through the air, as the Mayor's hat of extreme tallness flew off. He ran frantically to catch it, as he tripped. This was humiliation at its finest, in his mind. Before him was a dark figure of black as it handed him his hat. The Mayor's eyes stared at the figure, as everyone was soon drawn to the scene by the sound of a bloodcurdling scream. The official of Halloween Town ran in a rapid horror and hid behind the fountain. Yet he peeked out as if he were just a little kid.
Then the nightmare began.
All that was heard throughout the town, were echoes of screams, shouts, and other sounds of terror. And then, the fountain's water of a slimy green now transformed itself into blood.
And from it, arose Roy.
Roy Xavier Skellington.
In his most horrifying way ever.
He shot up and stared unto the sky of darkness, his arms outstretched like a gargoyle's wings of a passionate glare. His clothes were drenched with blood. But that didn't stop him. He let his skull look down. He opened his two pools of darkness, that being his vision. A look of possession swept over him, as from the perspective of all, terror crossed their eyes. And as he unleashed his cry of rage and perpetual scare amongst all citizens ghosts rose behind the statue of the fountain monster.
But up on the town hall, a figure kept its silence
As he slid down the side of the building, it met up with yet another shadow.
They were cloaked with darkness. For they were not to be revealed at all costs.
The one form held out its hand and they walked solemnly into the graveyard.
Adorers and fans crowded around the young king
In a way he seemed as if he were the deceased Tutenkamen
But that no longer mattered
For he felt the same way his father felt
A short black figure
With a voice so familiar
Had seen the two
The form snickered like a hyena
And yet tried to retain his obnoxious laughter
Surprisingly it worked well
"So....they are the spies. I guess he was right.Oh wait,til Oogie hears this."