zero had that effect on everyone, he wasn't too surprised——— his loyal companion sure had a way with the ladies. often called him his wing men ... not that the pup ever understood what it meant.
“ ha ... guess i truly got lost then. ” scratching bone-y scalp, the*
seriously——— she's distracted by his 𝗱𝗼𝗴. that's the sweetest thing she's seen in so long, and no one's ever been this excited to see her.
"to what..? no, I've no clue," finally looking.. up.. higher..
shit. "..what the fuck—" »
noticed something ... new, about himself. he was still ... talk, and so skinny but ... it looked like he had a bit of skin, guess that would explain the third leg ...
been centuries since he last felt ... anything of the sort. something was certain wrong.
“ is this the*
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at him as if there was ... nothing wrong, nothing scary. just where did he end up?
“ sorry, @cremationize ... ” he crouched to be on eye level with the lady, eyeless pits as dark as the night. “ would you happen to know the way back to halloweentown? ”
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how peculiar ———— zero by his side, the man dubbed the pumpkin king had just came out of what could only be described as a grave right where he was in the preparation for halloween. there wasn't that many days left ...
he didn't have times for troubles but*
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no matter how many times he tried to lie back, and relax ... it didn't work. jack skellington was stuck in the human world, and this time there was no trees to bring him back.
overtowering over any of those humans he passed by, he was surprised that they looked*
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