Post by Barrel on Jul 2, 2007 15:24:00 GMT -8
Okay, so I was wondering about what would happen if Seymour Krelborn visited Halloween Town. And mostof the dialog is translated from the French This is Halloween. I must admit, I like the lyrics... Voulez-vous voir un monde etrange?
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Part One: Who Are You People!?
A young man groaned and opened his blue eyes. He glanced around nervously as he sat up and wiped blood and a clear fluid resembling saliva off of his glasses. "Wh-where am I?" he asked, his voice so quiet it was barely louder than a whisper. He stared at the forest that he had awaken in, gaping at the bare trees that looked sort of like giant toothpicks with splinters sticking out of the sides. "Is it winter? And- wait... Skid Row doesn't have a forest near it..." He got to his feet, eyes widening with panic. He tilted his head down, frowning at the blood spattered across his brown pants and vest, lifting an arm to examine a particularly large bloodstain on one of his plaid sleeves. "Am I... dead?" he wondered aloud. No, he couldn't be. But if he was, it would explain a lot. Like why he was suddenly in a forest, why the thing he hated most was nowhere nearby, why his crush wasn't here. Speaking of his love... "Audrey? Where are you?" Seymour called. Not seeing the blond girl anywhere, he sighed and began walking, not caring where he was going. Then he heard the voices.
"Do you want to see a strange world? Where one likes the demons and not the angels? Follow us, come to visit our splendid city!" Seymour glanced up, and gasped. There was a group of ghosts grinning at him. "This is Halloween Town, you know. When midnight sounds, it is the hour of the crimes. Welcome to Halloween. Here, let's start off with introductions." The ghosts led a shocked Seymour into the town that they called home. The first stop was in a mansion, up a flight of stairs. As one, the ghosts pointed to the bed.
"I hide under your bed the evening. My teeth and my eyes shine in the black," a voice explained. It was the creature under the bed, of course. Its red eyes glowed as it spoke, its yellow teeh flashing in the dim light. Seymour stumbled backwards, down the stairs.
"I hide under your staircase. My fingers are snakes and my hair is made of spiders," was the next creature, the one that lived under the stairs. He wiggled his snake-like fingers and blew a spider out of his face, a grin forming on his snout.
Seymour gave a yelp and was dragged backwards by the ghosts. "This is the city of the night. The pumpkins sing and the people smile," the spectres informed him. "Now you must meet our Mayor."
Seymour gaped as he was dragged in front of a short man with a ridiculously tall hat, with a badge on his chest that read "MAYOR". The gardener was surprised to learn that this politician was literally two-faced, as he found out when the Mayor's pale, sad face spun around to show a flesh-colored smiling face. "You can joke, you can make silly things, but you do not know when the next person will be surprised!" he declared with a grin. He waved his hand in the direction of a dark alley. "On the corner of the street, there are the unknown ones which emerge from the dustbins to make you fear!" As he said that, a werewolf and a demon that appeared to be made from a mix of creatures leaped out of the trashcans.
"What a horror!" the demon Harlequin screeched.
"It is a hell!" the wolfman agreed. "By the fire and by the ice, it is necessary to fly away to open tombs!" He bared his fangs and held up his claws.
"ACK!" Seymour gasped, backing away and knocking the Mayor over. "Oh boy, I'm so sorry Mr. Mayor!" he said quickly as he helped up the politician.
Both Seymour and the Mayor were knocked over again by a unicycling Clown. "I lose my head! Sometimes, I tear it off before disappearing in a flash!" he cried in his shrill voice, demonstrating by ripping off his face and then vanishing in a puff of smoke.
Seymour backed away, only to be met with a gust of wind. "I am the wind that freezes your blood!" a whispery voice hissed. The wind blew harder, and knocked Seymour over.
The gardener rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky. The moon was the only normal thing in this crazy town. But then a shadow appeared on the moon. Seymour screamed as the shadow announced, "I slip like a black shadow and I transform your dreams into nightmares." Then the shadow vanished, leaving Seymour trembling as he continued staring up at the moon.
Seymour finally tore his gaze away from the sky, and glanced down as a small boy with his eyes sewn shut and a demon with large wings tugged on his pant legs. "There are many wise children in the world, but we prefer those who have lots of rage," they chorused. "Fear is made here, but only one dominates here in the town of Halloween."
Seymour blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?" he asked, a look of confusion clear on his face. "Listen, I'm just looking for Audrey-"
But Seymour was interrupted by the Mayor. "You can joke, you can make silly things, but everyone awaits next the surprise!" He waved a hand towards the ghosts, who took over again.
"If Jack the skeleton, without drum or trumpet, emerges, you will not become an old man." Now, the ghosts pointed to a tall scarecrow creature with a pumpkin for a head. The pumpkin had a huge grin on it. "Welcome the terrible scarecrow. Cheer for Jack, it is him we worship! Our king, Jack the Gargoyle, is the king of pumpkins! It is the city of the night, the pumpkins sing and the people smile!" Seymour assumed the introductions were over, because the ghosts soared away. In fact, every other citizen had left, so now Seymour was left alone with the scarecrow. And then it took off its head. Seymour gave a yell of fright and fainted.
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Part One: Who Are You People!?
A young man groaned and opened his blue eyes. He glanced around nervously as he sat up and wiped blood and a clear fluid resembling saliva off of his glasses. "Wh-where am I?" he asked, his voice so quiet it was barely louder than a whisper. He stared at the forest that he had awaken in, gaping at the bare trees that looked sort of like giant toothpicks with splinters sticking out of the sides. "Is it winter? And- wait... Skid Row doesn't have a forest near it..." He got to his feet, eyes widening with panic. He tilted his head down, frowning at the blood spattered across his brown pants and vest, lifting an arm to examine a particularly large bloodstain on one of his plaid sleeves. "Am I... dead?" he wondered aloud. No, he couldn't be. But if he was, it would explain a lot. Like why he was suddenly in a forest, why the thing he hated most was nowhere nearby, why his crush wasn't here. Speaking of his love... "Audrey? Where are you?" Seymour called. Not seeing the blond girl anywhere, he sighed and began walking, not caring where he was going. Then he heard the voices.
"Do you want to see a strange world? Where one likes the demons and not the angels? Follow us, come to visit our splendid city!" Seymour glanced up, and gasped. There was a group of ghosts grinning at him. "This is Halloween Town, you know. When midnight sounds, it is the hour of the crimes. Welcome to Halloween. Here, let's start off with introductions." The ghosts led a shocked Seymour into the town that they called home. The first stop was in a mansion, up a flight of stairs. As one, the ghosts pointed to the bed.
"I hide under your bed the evening. My teeth and my eyes shine in the black," a voice explained. It was the creature under the bed, of course. Its red eyes glowed as it spoke, its yellow teeh flashing in the dim light. Seymour stumbled backwards, down the stairs.
"I hide under your staircase. My fingers are snakes and my hair is made of spiders," was the next creature, the one that lived under the stairs. He wiggled his snake-like fingers and blew a spider out of his face, a grin forming on his snout.
Seymour gave a yelp and was dragged backwards by the ghosts. "This is the city of the night. The pumpkins sing and the people smile," the spectres informed him. "Now you must meet our Mayor."
Seymour gaped as he was dragged in front of a short man with a ridiculously tall hat, with a badge on his chest that read "MAYOR". The gardener was surprised to learn that this politician was literally two-faced, as he found out when the Mayor's pale, sad face spun around to show a flesh-colored smiling face. "You can joke, you can make silly things, but you do not know when the next person will be surprised!" he declared with a grin. He waved his hand in the direction of a dark alley. "On the corner of the street, there are the unknown ones which emerge from the dustbins to make you fear!" As he said that, a werewolf and a demon that appeared to be made from a mix of creatures leaped out of the trashcans.
"What a horror!" the demon Harlequin screeched.
"It is a hell!" the wolfman agreed. "By the fire and by the ice, it is necessary to fly away to open tombs!" He bared his fangs and held up his claws.
"ACK!" Seymour gasped, backing away and knocking the Mayor over. "Oh boy, I'm so sorry Mr. Mayor!" he said quickly as he helped up the politician.
Both Seymour and the Mayor were knocked over again by a unicycling Clown. "I lose my head! Sometimes, I tear it off before disappearing in a flash!" he cried in his shrill voice, demonstrating by ripping off his face and then vanishing in a puff of smoke.
Seymour backed away, only to be met with a gust of wind. "I am the wind that freezes your blood!" a whispery voice hissed. The wind blew harder, and knocked Seymour over.
The gardener rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky. The moon was the only normal thing in this crazy town. But then a shadow appeared on the moon. Seymour screamed as the shadow announced, "I slip like a black shadow and I transform your dreams into nightmares." Then the shadow vanished, leaving Seymour trembling as he continued staring up at the moon.
Seymour finally tore his gaze away from the sky, and glanced down as a small boy with his eyes sewn shut and a demon with large wings tugged on his pant legs. "There are many wise children in the world, but we prefer those who have lots of rage," they chorused. "Fear is made here, but only one dominates here in the town of Halloween."
Seymour blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?" he asked, a look of confusion clear on his face. "Listen, I'm just looking for Audrey-"
But Seymour was interrupted by the Mayor. "You can joke, you can make silly things, but everyone awaits next the surprise!" He waved a hand towards the ghosts, who took over again.
"If Jack the skeleton, without drum or trumpet, emerges, you will not become an old man." Now, the ghosts pointed to a tall scarecrow creature with a pumpkin for a head. The pumpkin had a huge grin on it. "Welcome the terrible scarecrow. Cheer for Jack, it is him we worship! Our king, Jack the Gargoyle, is the king of pumpkins! It is the city of the night, the pumpkins sing and the people smile!" Seymour assumed the introductions were over, because the ghosts soared away. In fact, every other citizen had left, so now Seymour was left alone with the scarecrow. And then it took off its head. Seymour gave a yell of fright and fainted.