Post by Line on May 30, 2007 12:38:45 GMT -8
Summary: Barrel is possesed by a demon who claims to be his long-lost brother. Lock and Shock do everything they possibly can to get the spirit out of him.
Oogie had died. Lock, Shock, and Barrel held a mock funeral for him. Let's just say nothing was ever the same.
Barrel sat on his bed, staring into space. "Jack, I thought you were my friend!" He said. "You killed the only one who cared about me!"
"Barrel," a voice said. "I can help you!"
"Who's there?" Barrel gasped, frightened.
"Don't you remember me?" the voice said. "I'm your brother!"
"I never had a relative!" Barrel said. "Are you sure you're my brother!"
"Yes, I am," the voice said. "Let me help you get revenge against Jack. Oh, and is there some others who hurt you?"
Barrel nodded. "Lock and Shock!"
"Let me help you destroy them!" the voice said.
"Destroy?" Barrel gasped. "I don't want to destroy them!"
"Of course you do," the voice said. "They picked on you, made fun of your weight and now it's time for your revenge!"
"I always wanted to get back at them, but kill?" Barrel said. "Isn't that a little extreme?"
"Aren't you a desperate little ghoul?" the voice said. "Don't you desperately want them to stop picking on you?" Barrel nodded. "Then let me help you!"
Barrel suddenly shivered. The air around him dropped thirty degrees. "Let me help you!" the voice said, quieter and more menacingly. The coldness seeped into Barrel's body. In a few minutes, the air returned to its normal temperature. Barrel shook himself and opened his eyes. The pupils had disappeared.
"They all must pay!" He said. His voice had changed too. It went from a quiet whisper to a deep menacing rasp.
Should I continue with this?
Oogie had died. Lock, Shock, and Barrel held a mock funeral for him. Let's just say nothing was ever the same.
Barrel sat on his bed, staring into space. "Jack, I thought you were my friend!" He said. "You killed the only one who cared about me!"
"Barrel," a voice said. "I can help you!"
"Who's there?" Barrel gasped, frightened.
"Don't you remember me?" the voice said. "I'm your brother!"
"I never had a relative!" Barrel said. "Are you sure you're my brother!"
"Yes, I am," the voice said. "Let me help you get revenge against Jack. Oh, and is there some others who hurt you?"
Barrel nodded. "Lock and Shock!"
"Let me help you destroy them!" the voice said.
"Destroy?" Barrel gasped. "I don't want to destroy them!"
"Of course you do," the voice said. "They picked on you, made fun of your weight and now it's time for your revenge!"
"I always wanted to get back at them, but kill?" Barrel said. "Isn't that a little extreme?"
"Aren't you a desperate little ghoul?" the voice said. "Don't you desperately want them to stop picking on you?" Barrel nodded. "Then let me help you!"
Barrel suddenly shivered. The air around him dropped thirty degrees. "Let me help you!" the voice said, quieter and more menacingly. The coldness seeped into Barrel's body. In a few minutes, the air returned to its normal temperature. Barrel shook himself and opened his eyes. The pupils had disappeared.
"They all must pay!" He said. His voice had changed too. It went from a quiet whisper to a deep menacing rasp.
Should I continue with this?