Post by Barrel on Jun 12, 2007 11:32:12 GMT -8
So this is a fanfic idea I've had in my head for about a week now. The TNBC version of the Little Shop of Horrors. The rest of this will be posted tomorrow when I finish it. And the next part will be sort of sad. Just to warn ya guys. And this is before Oogie and the Nightmare Before Christmas. In fact, the ruined Christmas never happened in this fic. BTW, anything in italics is singing.
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Everyone in town crowded around their Pumpkin King. They had never seen anything like the object he now held in his hands. Jack Skellington made his way through the crowd, leading the citizens towards the Town Hall. In his skeletal hands, he clutched a small green sack-like object. The doors to the Town Hall swung open as Jack made his way inside, followed by everyone in town. "Where did you find that thing, Jack?" the Mayor wanted to know as soon as Jack was on the stage, behind the podium.
"Well..." Jack said slowly, leaning forward towards his audience. "I was walking in the human world that day, and I passed by this place where this old Chinese man- he sometimes sells me weird and exotic objects, 'cause he knows, you see, that strange things are my hobby!"
The citizens sat in their seats. It was so silent you could have heard a dying human drop to the ground. They were waiting for Jack to reveal the rest of his story.
Jack, much to the pleasure of his audience, continued. "He didn't have anything unusual there that day. And I was about to- you know- walk on by, when suddenly and without warning, there was this total eclipse of the sun!" He paused for a moment for effect. He was one of the best storytellers in Halloweentown. "It got very dark. And then I heard a strange humming sound, like something from another world. And when the light came back, this weird... thing... was just sitting there. Just stuck in, you know, among the spellbooks? I could've sworn it hadn't been there before, but the old Chinese man sold it to me anyway. For a dollar ninety-five." He then smiled. His story was done. The townsfolk stared for a moment, mouths hanging open in surprise, and then began to applaud. They obviously enjoyed Jack's story.
"Whaddya name it, Jack?" a high-pitched voice shrieked. The clapping stopped abruptly as everyone froze. The voice belonged to one of the most feared people in town- Shock.
"Yeah, what d'ya call it?" another voice added. The owner of this voice was Lock. His voice was slightly lower-pitched than Shock's, but still higher than an adult's.
"Does it got a name?" the third of the group wanted to know, licking his lollipop. Barrel seemed to always carry it around everywhere he went. He smiled as every citizen in the room turned to stare at his cohorts.
"Well, I didn't name it yet..." Jack admitted. "But if you three agree to help me raise it, you can name it." He gently stroked the tiny burlap sack creature.
"OKAY!" Barrel replied almost immediately, earning a smack in the head by Shock's witch mask.
"I'M the leader of this trio, I give the orders!" she insisted shrilly. She thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Fine. We'll help ya, bonehead. But we get to name it." She grabbed the collars of her cohorts' shirts and dragged the boys to the front of the Town Hall while ignoring their cries of protest, cackling evilly as she noticed everyone's eyes following the three of them. When they reached the stage in front, she dropped her cohorts and leaped onto the stage, looking very much like a cat. Her cohorts followed her much less gracefully, with name-calling and cursing as they climbed onto the stage. Once the boys were on the stage and somewhat calmed down, Shock spoke up. "We're callin' it Oogie." She shot glares at her cohorts as if daring them to object.
Jack blinked. "Oogie?" he asked, doing the skeleton equivalent of raising an eyebrow.
"Oogie Boogie," Sock confirmed. "He can be the Boogie Man! ...if he ever gets bigger, that is." She examined the newly named Oogie with a frown. "Why's he so teeny?" she wanted to know.
"I don't know," Jack admitted. The townsfolk muttered among themselves, then began streaming out of the Town Hall. They had heard all they wanted to hear. He picked up the burlap Oogie and sang, more to Oogie than to the trio, "I've given you moonlight, I've washed off the dirt. You've given me nothing but heartache and hurt! I'm begging you sweetly; I'm down on my knees. Oh please- grow for me." With each word, he stroked the back of the tiny creature. "I've given you insects and water to sip, I've given you a home, you've given me zip. Oh god, how I help you, oh Oogie you tease... So please- grow for me."
Lock, Shock, and Barrel grew tired of the singing, so they started a fistfight, screaming and wrestling. Jack was too concerned about Oogie to care or intervene. "I've given you nighttime exposure to get you to thrive... I've sewed up your stitches, like I'm supposed to- you're barely alive! I've kept you at levels of moisture, from desert to mud. I've given you a bed and mineral supplements! What do you want from me? Blood!?"
At that moment, Lock gave a shriek of pain, clutching his now-bleeding arm. Jack blinked as Oogie instantly perked up. "Lock, you're bleeding," Jack announced slowly.
"Yeah, so what?" the devil snarled. His arm HURT! Jeez, it wasn't fair for Shock to start biting! HE was the one with the sharp teeth, not Shock!
"Just come here, I need to see something." Lock shrugged and, for once, obeyed Jack. He walked over to the skeleton and the little Oogie. Jack grabbed the boy by the arm and held it above Oogie. The little burlap creature opened its mouth to catch the blood dripping from Lock's arm.
"What's going on?" Shock and Barrel asked in unison, stopping their fight long enough to walk over to stare at Oogie. The burlap creature turned its head towards the other two trick-or-treaters... or, more specifically, their wounds. The duo figured out what Oogie wanted and took turns feeding the creature with their blood.
Jack sighed, then finished the song. "I've given you moonlight, I've bathed you in rain- looks like you're not happy 'less they open a vein! They'll give you a few drops, if that'll appease... Now please... oh please... grow for me?" With a sigh, he picked up Oogie, who was now full and seemed slightly larger than before, and cradled it gently in his hands as he exited the Town Hall and walked towards the Skellington Mansion, a certain trio of pranksters following closely behind.
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Doctor Finklestein zoomed through the streets of Halloweentown in his motorized wheelchair, heading towards his laboratory. "When I was younger, just a bad little kid, my momma noticed funny things I did. Like shooting puppies with a BB-Gun, I'd poison guppies- and when I was done, I'd find a girl thingycat and bash in its head! That's when my momma said..." He stopped his wheelchair long enough to glare at the Corpse Kid, who quickly scurried away. "She said my boy, I think someday, you'll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay! You'll be a..." He burst into his lab, then shrieked, "Doctor! You have a talent for causing things pain! Son, be a doctor! People will pay you to be inhumane. Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood, and teaching would suit you still less! Son, be a doctor! You'll be a success!"
Igor watched his master wheel himself into his laboratory, and grinned. "Here he is, folks, the Leader of the Meds." He paused and glanced over at the doctor, who had pulled a dentist mask over his nose and mouth, inhaling nitrous oxide. "Watch him suck up that gas! Oh my God!" the hunchbacked Igor gasped. "He's a doctor and he'll never-ever be any good! Who wants to be examined by the Mad Scientist?" He peeked in at the doctor and his next victim- I mean, patient.
The Winged Demon gasped, "Oh, that hurts!" as Finklestein shoved a needle into his wing. "I'm not numb!" the little demon then gasped, eyes widening at the sight of the doctor sorting through various tools.
"Aw, shut up! Stay still! Here I come!" Finklestein growled, finally choosing a small, rusty knife and poking the Winged Demon with it. "I am your doctor! And I enjoy the career that I picked! I am your doctor! And I get off on the pain I inflict! And though it may cause my patients distress- somewhere in heaven above me, I know that my mama's proud of me! 'Cause I'm a doctor... and a success!" He finished working on the Winged Demon and sent the boy on his way, then yelled, "SALLY!"
"Yes?" the ragdoll asked as she stepped into the room.
"Yes WHAT!?" Finklestein roared, slamming his fist on his operating table in anger.
Sally's eyes widened. "Yes... doctor. Doctor! YES DOCTOR!" She already had a black eye and her arm was sewn on sideways, results of Finklestein's fury.
"Get out of my sight," the doctor growled. Sally gave a squeak and quickly scurried out of the room.
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Meanwhile, at Jack's house, Oogie was growing larger each day as Lock, Shock, and Barrel continued to feed it. Only a few days after the first feeding, however, a problem arose: the trio was growing weak from all of the blood Oogie demanded. The burlap creature slumped to the floor, causing groans from the trick-or-treaters. Not again... They had already fed him earlier that day! "Feed me..." a male voice whined. Jack spun around. He had been about to leave the house to go plan with the Mayor, but this...
"I beg your pardon?" Jack asked politely. He could have sworn Oogie talked! But that was ridiculous; he was simply a burlap sack. He couldn't-
"Feed me," Oogie moaned again.
Now Jack was POSITIVE that Oogie was speaking. "Oogie! You talked! You opened your mouth and you said-" he gasped.
"Feed me Skellington, do it NOW!" Oogie roared, interrupting the Pumpkin King. The burlap creature got to its feet with a groan.
"They don't have very much blood left, and I have none!" Jack protested. "Look, let me go into town and get you some nice goat meat."
"Must be blood," Oogie insisted.
Jack froze, one hand already on the handle of his door. He slowly turned his head. Even Halloweentown citizens didn't drink blood- well, not the amount Oogie needed, anyways. "Oogie, that's disgusting."
"Must be FRESH," Oogie added with a grin. "Feed me!"
"Does it have to be blood?" Jack groaned, sighing.
"Feed me!" Oogie repeated.
"Does it have to be THEIRS?" Jack wanted to know, indicating the trio of pranksters; each sporting bandaged hands and arms.
"Feed me!" Oogie snarled. "Feed me, Jacky, feed me all night long. That's right, boy! You can do it! Feed me, Jacky, feed me all night long! 'Cause if you feed me, Jacky, I can grow up big and strong!" He smiled evilly and stepped close to the skeletal King. "Would you like a Cadillac car? Or a guest shot on Jack Paar? How about a date with Hedy Lamarr? You're gonna get it. Would you like to be a big wheel, dining out for every meal? I'm the guy that can make it all real- you're gonna get it." He leaned close to Jack and hissed, "I'm your genie, I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave! Take a chance, just feed me and you know the kind of eats, the kind of red-hot treats, the kinda sticky licky sweets I crave! Come on, Jacky, don't be a putz- Trust me, and your life will surely rival King Tut's! Show a little initiative, work up the guts and you'll get it!"
Jack hesitated. "I don't know. I don't know, I have so, so many strong reservations... should I go and perform mutilations?" He was reluctant to kill someone, but he WAS responsible for Oogie... Jack was less hesitant now; he knew he had to feed Oogie- but who should be fed to the burlap sack creature? "Gee I'd like a Harley machine, tooling around like I was James Dean, making all the guys on the corner turn green..."
"So go get it!" Oogie replied. He leaned over slightly to peer out the window behind Jack, then added, "If you wanna be profound and you really gotta justify- take a breath and look around, a lot of folks deserve to die!"
Jack was shocked. "That's not very nice, Oogie!" he gasped. The trick-or-treaters were being unusually silent, and when he glanced down at them, he noticed that they had passed out from all the blood they had lost that week. Oogie pointed behind the skeleton. Jack turned to glance out the window, his eye sockets narrowing.
Finklestein's wheelchair skidded to a halt as the doctor growled, "Stupid woman! Christ, what a freaking scatterbrain! Loses sight of the wheelchair!"
Sally came stumbling into view as fast as she could. "Sorry doctor!" she gasped, then winced as Finklestein grabbed her roughly by the wrist.
Jack turned back to Oogie angrily. They said in unison, "If you want a rationale, it isn't very hard to see! Stop and think it over, pal- the guy sure looks like fresh meat to me!"
Jack growled, "He's so nasty, treating her rough!" He hadn't known that Sally's situation with the doctor was THIS bad!
Oogie added, "Smacking her 'round and always talking so tough." The burlap man would say anything to make Jack feed him. "I need blood and he's got more than enough!"
"You need blood and he's got more than enough!" Jack agreed. "You need blood and he's got more than enough-"
"So go GET IT!" Oogie growled, angrily shoving Jack in the direction of the door.
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Everyone in town crowded around their Pumpkin King. They had never seen anything like the object he now held in his hands. Jack Skellington made his way through the crowd, leading the citizens towards the Town Hall. In his skeletal hands, he clutched a small green sack-like object. The doors to the Town Hall swung open as Jack made his way inside, followed by everyone in town. "Where did you find that thing, Jack?" the Mayor wanted to know as soon as Jack was on the stage, behind the podium.
"Well..." Jack said slowly, leaning forward towards his audience. "I was walking in the human world that day, and I passed by this place where this old Chinese man- he sometimes sells me weird and exotic objects, 'cause he knows, you see, that strange things are my hobby!"
The citizens sat in their seats. It was so silent you could have heard a dying human drop to the ground. They were waiting for Jack to reveal the rest of his story.
Jack, much to the pleasure of his audience, continued. "He didn't have anything unusual there that day. And I was about to- you know- walk on by, when suddenly and without warning, there was this total eclipse of the sun!" He paused for a moment for effect. He was one of the best storytellers in Halloweentown. "It got very dark. And then I heard a strange humming sound, like something from another world. And when the light came back, this weird... thing... was just sitting there. Just stuck in, you know, among the spellbooks? I could've sworn it hadn't been there before, but the old Chinese man sold it to me anyway. For a dollar ninety-five." He then smiled. His story was done. The townsfolk stared for a moment, mouths hanging open in surprise, and then began to applaud. They obviously enjoyed Jack's story.
"Whaddya name it, Jack?" a high-pitched voice shrieked. The clapping stopped abruptly as everyone froze. The voice belonged to one of the most feared people in town- Shock.
"Yeah, what d'ya call it?" another voice added. The owner of this voice was Lock. His voice was slightly lower-pitched than Shock's, but still higher than an adult's.
"Does it got a name?" the third of the group wanted to know, licking his lollipop. Barrel seemed to always carry it around everywhere he went. He smiled as every citizen in the room turned to stare at his cohorts.
"Well, I didn't name it yet..." Jack admitted. "But if you three agree to help me raise it, you can name it." He gently stroked the tiny burlap sack creature.
"OKAY!" Barrel replied almost immediately, earning a smack in the head by Shock's witch mask.
"I'M the leader of this trio, I give the orders!" she insisted shrilly. She thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Fine. We'll help ya, bonehead. But we get to name it." She grabbed the collars of her cohorts' shirts and dragged the boys to the front of the Town Hall while ignoring their cries of protest, cackling evilly as she noticed everyone's eyes following the three of them. When they reached the stage in front, she dropped her cohorts and leaped onto the stage, looking very much like a cat. Her cohorts followed her much less gracefully, with name-calling and cursing as they climbed onto the stage. Once the boys were on the stage and somewhat calmed down, Shock spoke up. "We're callin' it Oogie." She shot glares at her cohorts as if daring them to object.
Jack blinked. "Oogie?" he asked, doing the skeleton equivalent of raising an eyebrow.
"Oogie Boogie," Sock confirmed. "He can be the Boogie Man! ...if he ever gets bigger, that is." She examined the newly named Oogie with a frown. "Why's he so teeny?" she wanted to know.
"I don't know," Jack admitted. The townsfolk muttered among themselves, then began streaming out of the Town Hall. They had heard all they wanted to hear. He picked up the burlap Oogie and sang, more to Oogie than to the trio, "I've given you moonlight, I've washed off the dirt. You've given me nothing but heartache and hurt! I'm begging you sweetly; I'm down on my knees. Oh please- grow for me." With each word, he stroked the back of the tiny creature. "I've given you insects and water to sip, I've given you a home, you've given me zip. Oh god, how I help you, oh Oogie you tease... So please- grow for me."
Lock, Shock, and Barrel grew tired of the singing, so they started a fistfight, screaming and wrestling. Jack was too concerned about Oogie to care or intervene. "I've given you nighttime exposure to get you to thrive... I've sewed up your stitches, like I'm supposed to- you're barely alive! I've kept you at levels of moisture, from desert to mud. I've given you a bed and mineral supplements! What do you want from me? Blood!?"
At that moment, Lock gave a shriek of pain, clutching his now-bleeding arm. Jack blinked as Oogie instantly perked up. "Lock, you're bleeding," Jack announced slowly.
"Yeah, so what?" the devil snarled. His arm HURT! Jeez, it wasn't fair for Shock to start biting! HE was the one with the sharp teeth, not Shock!
"Just come here, I need to see something." Lock shrugged and, for once, obeyed Jack. He walked over to the skeleton and the little Oogie. Jack grabbed the boy by the arm and held it above Oogie. The little burlap creature opened its mouth to catch the blood dripping from Lock's arm.
"What's going on?" Shock and Barrel asked in unison, stopping their fight long enough to walk over to stare at Oogie. The burlap creature turned its head towards the other two trick-or-treaters... or, more specifically, their wounds. The duo figured out what Oogie wanted and took turns feeding the creature with their blood.
Jack sighed, then finished the song. "I've given you moonlight, I've bathed you in rain- looks like you're not happy 'less they open a vein! They'll give you a few drops, if that'll appease... Now please... oh please... grow for me?" With a sigh, he picked up Oogie, who was now full and seemed slightly larger than before, and cradled it gently in his hands as he exited the Town Hall and walked towards the Skellington Mansion, a certain trio of pranksters following closely behind.
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Doctor Finklestein zoomed through the streets of Halloweentown in his motorized wheelchair, heading towards his laboratory. "When I was younger, just a bad little kid, my momma noticed funny things I did. Like shooting puppies with a BB-Gun, I'd poison guppies- and when I was done, I'd find a girl thingycat and bash in its head! That's when my momma said..." He stopped his wheelchair long enough to glare at the Corpse Kid, who quickly scurried away. "She said my boy, I think someday, you'll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay! You'll be a..." He burst into his lab, then shrieked, "Doctor! You have a talent for causing things pain! Son, be a doctor! People will pay you to be inhumane. Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood, and teaching would suit you still less! Son, be a doctor! You'll be a success!"
Igor watched his master wheel himself into his laboratory, and grinned. "Here he is, folks, the Leader of the Meds." He paused and glanced over at the doctor, who had pulled a dentist mask over his nose and mouth, inhaling nitrous oxide. "Watch him suck up that gas! Oh my God!" the hunchbacked Igor gasped. "He's a doctor and he'll never-ever be any good! Who wants to be examined by the Mad Scientist?" He peeked in at the doctor and his next victim- I mean, patient.
The Winged Demon gasped, "Oh, that hurts!" as Finklestein shoved a needle into his wing. "I'm not numb!" the little demon then gasped, eyes widening at the sight of the doctor sorting through various tools.
"Aw, shut up! Stay still! Here I come!" Finklestein growled, finally choosing a small, rusty knife and poking the Winged Demon with it. "I am your doctor! And I enjoy the career that I picked! I am your doctor! And I get off on the pain I inflict! And though it may cause my patients distress- somewhere in heaven above me, I know that my mama's proud of me! 'Cause I'm a doctor... and a success!" He finished working on the Winged Demon and sent the boy on his way, then yelled, "SALLY!"
"Yes?" the ragdoll asked as she stepped into the room.
"Yes WHAT!?" Finklestein roared, slamming his fist on his operating table in anger.
Sally's eyes widened. "Yes... doctor. Doctor! YES DOCTOR!" She already had a black eye and her arm was sewn on sideways, results of Finklestein's fury.
"Get out of my sight," the doctor growled. Sally gave a squeak and quickly scurried out of the room.
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Meanwhile, at Jack's house, Oogie was growing larger each day as Lock, Shock, and Barrel continued to feed it. Only a few days after the first feeding, however, a problem arose: the trio was growing weak from all of the blood Oogie demanded. The burlap creature slumped to the floor, causing groans from the trick-or-treaters. Not again... They had already fed him earlier that day! "Feed me..." a male voice whined. Jack spun around. He had been about to leave the house to go plan with the Mayor, but this...
"I beg your pardon?" Jack asked politely. He could have sworn Oogie talked! But that was ridiculous; he was simply a burlap sack. He couldn't-
"Feed me," Oogie moaned again.
Now Jack was POSITIVE that Oogie was speaking. "Oogie! You talked! You opened your mouth and you said-" he gasped.
"Feed me Skellington, do it NOW!" Oogie roared, interrupting the Pumpkin King. The burlap creature got to its feet with a groan.
"They don't have very much blood left, and I have none!" Jack protested. "Look, let me go into town and get you some nice goat meat."
"Must be blood," Oogie insisted.
Jack froze, one hand already on the handle of his door. He slowly turned his head. Even Halloweentown citizens didn't drink blood- well, not the amount Oogie needed, anyways. "Oogie, that's disgusting."
"Must be FRESH," Oogie added with a grin. "Feed me!"
"Does it have to be blood?" Jack groaned, sighing.
"Feed me!" Oogie repeated.
"Does it have to be THEIRS?" Jack wanted to know, indicating the trio of pranksters; each sporting bandaged hands and arms.
"Feed me!" Oogie snarled. "Feed me, Jacky, feed me all night long. That's right, boy! You can do it! Feed me, Jacky, feed me all night long! 'Cause if you feed me, Jacky, I can grow up big and strong!" He smiled evilly and stepped close to the skeletal King. "Would you like a Cadillac car? Or a guest shot on Jack Paar? How about a date with Hedy Lamarr? You're gonna get it. Would you like to be a big wheel, dining out for every meal? I'm the guy that can make it all real- you're gonna get it." He leaned close to Jack and hissed, "I'm your genie, I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave! Take a chance, just feed me and you know the kind of eats, the kind of red-hot treats, the kinda sticky licky sweets I crave! Come on, Jacky, don't be a putz- Trust me, and your life will surely rival King Tut's! Show a little initiative, work up the guts and you'll get it!"
Jack hesitated. "I don't know. I don't know, I have so, so many strong reservations... should I go and perform mutilations?" He was reluctant to kill someone, but he WAS responsible for Oogie... Jack was less hesitant now; he knew he had to feed Oogie- but who should be fed to the burlap sack creature? "Gee I'd like a Harley machine, tooling around like I was James Dean, making all the guys on the corner turn green..."
"So go get it!" Oogie replied. He leaned over slightly to peer out the window behind Jack, then added, "If you wanna be profound and you really gotta justify- take a breath and look around, a lot of folks deserve to die!"
Jack was shocked. "That's not very nice, Oogie!" he gasped. The trick-or-treaters were being unusually silent, and when he glanced down at them, he noticed that they had passed out from all the blood they had lost that week. Oogie pointed behind the skeleton. Jack turned to glance out the window, his eye sockets narrowing.
Finklestein's wheelchair skidded to a halt as the doctor growled, "Stupid woman! Christ, what a freaking scatterbrain! Loses sight of the wheelchair!"
Sally came stumbling into view as fast as she could. "Sorry doctor!" she gasped, then winced as Finklestein grabbed her roughly by the wrist.
Jack turned back to Oogie angrily. They said in unison, "If you want a rationale, it isn't very hard to see! Stop and think it over, pal- the guy sure looks like fresh meat to me!"
Jack growled, "He's so nasty, treating her rough!" He hadn't known that Sally's situation with the doctor was THIS bad!
Oogie added, "Smacking her 'round and always talking so tough." The burlap man would say anything to make Jack feed him. "I need blood and he's got more than enough!"
"You need blood and he's got more than enough!" Jack agreed. "You need blood and he's got more than enough-"
"So go GET IT!" Oogie growled, angrily shoving Jack in the direction of the door.