Human Jack Skellington Novels & Stories

The room was filled with happiness and laughter, and it seemed as though nothing could bring down the joyous atmosphere. But just as the evening was reaching its peak, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the hall. A group of rough-looking men, clearly out of place among the elegant guests, stormed into the room. They were led by a burly man with a menacing grin, who scanned the room as if searching for someone. Mr. Hawthorne's face turned pale as he recognized the man. "Oh no, it's Grimjack," he whispered to Mr. Salvatore. "Claw's right-hand man. This can't be good."

The big shape under the pants gets much bigger and harder while Goldie does it. "Holy shit, Goldie," Jack Horner says, his voice shaking. "You are a very bad boy, aren't you?" "No, Jack, I am not," Goldie Lockhart says, looking up from the floor. "But right now, I want to be bad." He uses his teeth to bite the big shape through the dark cloth, just a little bit. "Ah!" Jack Horner yells out. "Maybe you want to open the zipper and put more cream inside?"

Doc decided that he needed to learn about this HYDRATE command that they were always shouting at each other. But for now, he was going to focus on the newest member of the group around the fake campfire. Jack was larger than Doc, but not as big as Jill. His red hair was in a regulation flat top and face was clean shaven. His issued BDUs hugged his five feet eleven frame. Jack had only been in the country for a week, whereas Jill, Gunny, and Celeste had been in for six. Doc had joined their merry band earlier that day. “I always knew that Sles was a bit off, but I never saw her as being a perv,” Doc observed.

Some of them intact, others missing wheels, hoods, or engines. He’d unpacked the contents of the boxes onto the top of his shelf. Over the years, he’d added bits and pieces of whatever caught his fancy. In particular, a few old fashioned soda bottles (Pepsi and Mountain Dew) he’d found alongside the road. Also, the die cast Marvel figurines Marty had thrown away a few years ago when he’d declared them “baby toys” and “could he finally get an iPhone, please?” Last fall, John had come across a set of wax Halloween figurines—a grinning grim reaper, a ghost, a skeleton and a jack’o lantern—at Handy’s Pawn and Thrift. It was love at first sight.

We are getting this place up to the standards that I require. We are getting ready to smuggle Jack back into the building via truck again. Joker is rolling the furniture dolly into the living room. Setting down the box harder than necessary and hearing a muffled Jack yell, "You did that on purpose, fucker!" Joker twirls around a crowbar, smiling like an unhinged person would. "You better talk nice to me, Jackie! Otherwise, I might misplace this crowbar." "Queenie! Use your twin powers to overpower this asshole!" Jack voices as he pounds against the box, attempting to free himself.

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

One of them toppled off of the truck and rolled to where Jake was standing. He took a moment to look at it with its carved out eyes and mouth designed to give a demonic appearance but this looked as if it was grinning at him, mocking him. You fucking idiot! Why do you hate Halloween! Don't worry, the pumpkin didn't speak but it might as well have as Jake looked at it from a different angle and thought it could actually be in a world of pain. One that humans had no idea about. How I miss the days when all you had to worry about was going down some hungry human's throat and now I'm being cut up like a freak!

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.