Halloween Town

[Jefferson]

Boys and girls of every age

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?



Come with us and you will see

This, our town of Halloween

[Skulduggery Skellington]

Many would think slipping poison into the Mayor's soup was wrong. No. Getting caught slipping poison into the Mayor's soul bowl was the most tragic consequence of his latest tricks, which has no doubt landed him in the trouble which he now finds himself in. He had made himself a name among the town, as the trouble son of the towns most beloved pumpkin king. Ah yes, the tales of his father sang around the town, the skellington who saved christmas, who found the portals to other worlds, who deliver them the best halloween each year etcetera etcetera! He grew tired of his father's crown, and the town's folk seemed to love reminding him about fitting into his father's boots someday. Pumpkin king? He didn't think so. Sure, he loved the sound of screams and the fear in other's eyes. But he didn't want such simple fear. He wanted to see what terror looked like. It was pretty hard to truly scare someone from Halloween Town, after all, they were all monsters. No... he would have to go somewhere else... somewhere... far away. 

Skulduggery was not one to give up on something once he had put himself to it. And it paid off. He'd found the Hintering Woods which was home to the 'Holiday' doors. They led to the most strangest places, and he couldn't wait to release his tricks and mischief upon those who dwell there. He'd only seen a few of these worlds, until his father caught him red handed and told him to stay away. It had cost so much the last time, it was too risky to upset the balance and what not. Jack Skellington's word was law apparently. But not to Skulduggery. Like father like son. Skulduggery took after his father in many ways. But he also had plenty from his mother, the lovely Sally, who won his father's heart. Skulduggery was known as a 'Halfling', no one really knowing what to call him. His eyes were golden, with the selica black in each of them. The left side of his jaw was nothing but bone, with stitches running around the right side of his mouth. His left arm and right leg had no flesh, but were skeleton. The right side of his chest had a gaping hole, seeing right through to his rib cage. His joints were stitched up, and around his neck. He was half skeleton, half creature. 

He wanted nothing more than to return to his adventures in the other lands, but at the moment, he was busy tending to his Grand-Father's tea. Dr. Finkelstein was the creator of his mother, and seemed to take on the role as grand-father to Skulduggery. He was stern and strict, but still naive. He was after all, his mother's son as well. A few drops of nightshade, with frog's breathe left him snoring loudly in his lab. He loved the old man, but he hated being bored. Tying the bed sheets together, he made a quick get away down his make-shift rope, climbing down out the window. He knew his father and mother would be busy at the town hall making preparations for the year's Halloween festivities. So, making his quick get away, he ran from his grand-father's home, and out into the streets. 

It was, minding the pun, a ghost town. Everyone busy and mad about the preparations, they wouldn't take any notice of him. He couldn't help but chuckle watching the witches fuss over their broom sticks, and the vampire's moaning about the conditions of their coffins, blaming one another for sabotage as they all barged into the town hall. He grinned widely, and watched the town go into overload. He sat on one of the fences, and watched as they went about. One by One they pushed into the hall, until the town was once again silent. "What a drag..." he sighed to himself, and jumped off the fence, putting his hands in his pockets. He glanced around once more, until his grin etched onto his lips, and he turned, walking towards the graveyard... and to what lies beyond.