OOC: When I look at my old posts. I feel ashamed. Stupidness.
“Well, I’m also not sure if you’re sure you know where you are…”, Skellington replied meekly.
One thing was to deal with people who knew what they wanted…
Another thing was to deal with those who didn’t know.
It was a secret why such weird ones found themselves here. May be if they were rejected in their own worlds, they had to die here? Death, in some way, was a chance to get rid of troubles and sadness, because you can’t be upset if there are no you anymore. This all was already pretty boring, but Jack was still standing there. His sadows flashed from side to side roaring hushfully, just like they were waiting for a command from their Master. Skellington didn’t even need to say a word, he had a special kind of connection with his pets. They could live on their own. At least, they all could think so, but all what they did were Jack’s commands which he gave them on subconscious level. It was good for both sides, for one of them was free and did what it wanted, when in true, it was under the power of another side, which ruled. It was a putative freedom.
“Welcome to your Nightmare, miss. Be careful to not make this your last dream. If you aren’t sure better would be if you will go away. I’ll give you such a chance this time,” the demon said coldly and it was more than just a rare opportunity, because almost everyone died in the Land of Nightmares. It wasn’t just a deep endless dark cave. It was a madness. The most gloomy, darkest and perverted fantasy. Here lived all the fears and Skellington ruled over them subliminally. Those monsters had no mercy, they killed. scared, gnawed and swallowed alive with bones. People never appeared in the Halloween Town. Only rare few lucky ones could find themselves at the vast pumpkin fields and endless grim cemeterie, which were quite close to the Town. But it didn’t mean they could enter the Kingdom of Holiday.
Jack wasn’t about to kill right now. He wasn’t that agressive. He was far too calm and cold-blooded, but it didn’t mean he could dig his long strong prehensile fingers in somebody’s flesh. He gave her a chance to decide. And no matter what she could decide - he already had a plan for himself and everything. If she will decide to stay. She will stay. And she will wait for the monsters to come on her own, for demon has a lot of another things to do. And uncalled guests are never in the plan. Yet, he was about to listen to her next words. If he’ll find them pointless or not worthy of his attention - he will leave her alone, may be then she’ll become more sure at least in that he doesn’t want to be a cheap tour guide or a kind-hearted fellow, who will spread his arms so friendly to everyone with a wish to tell more about this place. Not in this nightmare.
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OOC: I think my Jack is a complete Hell by himself…
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The demon gave her a humble meek glance, standing straightly. A plain smirk was still on his face. Oh, could he even smile? Smile like happy ones always did? Happiness? What is it happiness?… He knew its price, he knew what was worth it, he knew its taste, he knew everything about it, but didn’t feel it along with joy and fun. He had his own fun, his own joy, but it was kinda different of those usual which people used to see on their faces. The Nightmare King’s behaviour, voice and appearance - everything about him turned him into a horrible mysterious riddle, enigmatic spirit. He was frightful, very terrible, though no less bewitching…
He listened to the girl’s respond and then told her:
“Really? Even in your name?…”, he inquired indolently.
