Post by Line on Jun 20, 2007 7:55:51 GMT -8
Title is self-explanatory.
Oogie Boogie lay in bed with a pile of magazines (no points for guessing what kind) beside him. Then he had a dream.
(Now for the nightmare)
He was standing in his casino/torture chamber stirring a pot of snake and spider stew when a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around to face a small boy wearing a torn red shirt and red pants. His red hair was caked with dirt. He wore a devil mask with massive cracks running across it. His hands were all bone.
"Maaaaaster?" the boy said in a death monotone. "Is that you?"
Oogie stifled a scream and stumbled backwards, almost falling on the roulette wheel. Something grabbed his leg. He looked down and panicked. A little girl in a torn witch costume held on tightly. Half her face was gone.
"I love you, Mister Oogie!" She said. As she spoke, Oogie got a blast of rancid breath in his face.
"Why is this happening to me?" Oogie shrieked.
"You did this to us!" A third voice said. A chubby boy holding a moldy lollipop walked toward Oogie. He was basically a skeleton with eyes and rotted rags for clothes.
"Oh no!" Oogie said. He glanced at the boy. "Barrel, you too?"
Zombie Barrel put a bony hand on Oogie's shoulder. "Yes, Mr. Oogie! We're all zombies! This is our revenge! Now, you'll suffer for your crimes against us!" Lock and Shock grabbed Oogie's legs and pushed him into the pot of Snake and Spider Stew.
"Die! Die! Ahahahahaha!" The zombie trick-or-treaters said.
"Don't do this!" Oogie shrieked, but his cries fell on deaf ears.
He woke up and screamed. Lock, Shock, and Barrel ran toward him. "What's wrong?"
"You don't want to know!" Oogie said.
END!
(Hopefully, I'll put this on Fanfiction.net)
Oogie Boogie lay in bed with a pile of magazines (no points for guessing what kind) beside him. Then he had a dream.
(Now for the nightmare)
He was standing in his casino/torture chamber stirring a pot of snake and spider stew when a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around to face a small boy wearing a torn red shirt and red pants. His red hair was caked with dirt. He wore a devil mask with massive cracks running across it. His hands were all bone.
"Maaaaaster?" the boy said in a death monotone. "Is that you?"
Oogie stifled a scream and stumbled backwards, almost falling on the roulette wheel. Something grabbed his leg. He looked down and panicked. A little girl in a torn witch costume held on tightly. Half her face was gone.
"I love you, Mister Oogie!" She said. As she spoke, Oogie got a blast of rancid breath in his face.
"Why is this happening to me?" Oogie shrieked.
"You did this to us!" A third voice said. A chubby boy holding a moldy lollipop walked toward Oogie. He was basically a skeleton with eyes and rotted rags for clothes.
"Oh no!" Oogie said. He glanced at the boy. "Barrel, you too?"
Zombie Barrel put a bony hand on Oogie's shoulder. "Yes, Mr. Oogie! We're all zombies! This is our revenge! Now, you'll suffer for your crimes against us!" Lock and Shock grabbed Oogie's legs and pushed him into the pot of Snake and Spider Stew.
"Die! Die! Ahahahahaha!" The zombie trick-or-treaters said.
"Don't do this!" Oogie shrieked, but his cries fell on deaf ears.
He woke up and screamed. Lock, Shock, and Barrel ran toward him. "What's wrong?"
"You don't want to know!" Oogie said.
END!
(Hopefully, I'll put this on Fanfiction.net)