"Well...I WAS considering setting him on fire, but..."
"Just this." He threw a pie in John's face and ran. "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"
"WAIT! Ah, he's gone..."
"The O Mighty Keyblade Master, ladies and gentlemen."
"No worries!"
John grinned. "She doesn't like you back-or me."
"Forest." John pointed.
"Aww..." John said. "You're no fun."
He sighed. Johnnie, it's for the best. He stroked her hair a little. "Of course."
"...Pick Sora..."
He turned to her with an INCREDIBLY pissed-off look. "WHADA YOU CARE? WHEN HAVE YOU CARED? WHEN HAS ANYBODY? I've done virtually EVERYTHING I could so you'd feel about me the way I feel about you. You've never even showed any GRATITUDE! THINK! I've given myself to darkness, became a demon, gave up my dream, fought a burlap sack, risked my afterlife, and came back to LIFE for you! Yet you take it all for granted! And now..." He was crying. "...now that I finally listen to my heart and tell you how I feel, you won't even speak to me. So, tell me, why should I keep trying? Why should I bother? Time I could use scaring or enjoying death, I've given to you." He turned away. "CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT MOTIVATION THERE IS FOR ME ANYMORE?!" OOC: Aw...(This is so sad that I'm ACTUALLY crying as I type this. ROFL)
He sighed. "Oh, hey Pumpkins. Don't mind me-like I need to tell YOU to ignore me. I'm just, y'know, moving to Christmas Town, since I'm welcome there."
"I'm keeping this one too. I'm leaving town, doc-moving to Christmas Town, at least everyone's welcome there." He switched bodies and left, carrying his human body over his shoulder. He walked past Pumpkins in the direction of the graveyard.
"Hey, doc. Still got my Pumpkin King body?"
John sighed a sad sigh and walked away. What does it matter? She doesn't care. Nobody cares. Nobody. His fake heart stopped beating. Without a word, he went to the docter's lab.
"...no fair." Boom. And, for the third time this year, the Boogie Man flew. "AAAAAAaaaaahh..."
"Pumpkins... it's me, John."
Oogie roared in anger. "NO! I'm NOT going down!" John picked himself up. "Pumpkins...could you leave? This is my fight."
"Heh-hey, buddy..." "Save it, ghost kid. No smooth-talking your way outta this one." "Aw, really? Damn-and I thought it was going SO well..." "SHUT UP!!!"
"O-O-OOGIE!" John yelled in fright. Why now, of all times? Right now, John was mortal. He was powerless. He was no match for Oogie.
