Behind Cold Eyes

Stitches

Anthony Padilla Skellington stared out his window looking over his town full of freaks and weirdos, which he all loved. Anthony had a lot on his mind and he couldn't be cooped up in his room all day! He sighed and glanced to the right side of the window and saw his favorite hill in the Cemetery. Anthony raised himself from his chair and decided to leave his house that Anthony's citizens knew was his. Anthony knew the Mayor would be looking for him, so he slipped out the back door.

Ian was tending to his 'deadly spices' cabinet he wasn't supposed to have in his father's lab. He stretched and felt a tug. Ian glanced down at his left arm. He smiled to himself as he tightened the stitches around his forearm and wrist. Ian's father had built him and he never wanted to let his greatest creation go. Ian closed his 'spice cabinet' as he heard his father coming up the stairs.
"Ian!" He yelled. "Where are you insufferable boy!"
Ian sighed. "Right here, father."
"Good!" Ian's father said. "I had to make sure my favorite creation was still home! I don't want you EVER to leave this house again! Do you understand?!"
Ian sighed. "Of course," Ian's father nodded and left, slamming the door behind him. Ian laughed. "Not. Like I'm gonna stay home all my life!" Ian ran to his window and opened it wide, smelling the 'fresh' air. He giggled and jumped from his window onto the ground below. He had to tighten a few stitches here and there but he was fine and out of his father's grasp, for now. Ian ran as fast as he could to the Cemetery. Ian opened the creaky steel doors of the Cemetery, he walked among the tombstones, smiling to himself. He was free for the time being, but he refused to think about it. Ian heard a sigh coming from the entrance of the Cemetery. Ian ran and hid behind a tombstone. He looked up and saw who the figure was

~Ian's P.O.V.~
I gasped silently. "Anthony Skellington." I smiled. I have always admired Anthony. Not like the females of our town because he is our king and he is rich and whatever, no. I admire Anthony for who he is. Anthony kept walking and I watched him, he seemed upset and bored... Hmm.. If only he'd notice me.... Anthony started to hum but then looked around to see if anyone could see him (yet he couldn't see me....). He smiled to himself as he began to sing. It was the most amazing thing I had ever heard

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort, of my ghostlike charms...
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so tired... of the sound of screams
And I, ANTHONY! the Pumpkin King...
Have grown so tired, of the same old thing
Ohhhh, somewhere deep... inside of these bones
An emptiness... began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright! and a demon of light!
And I'll scare you right out of your pants...
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can SCREAM like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with his skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears...

I shed a single tear as I heard him sigh. "If only I had the one who could fill the empty void in my heart." Anthony said. He sighed again as he left the Cemetery.
I stood up from my hiding place as I wiped a tear from my face. "Oh Anthony, if you'd only notice me."

~Anthony's P.O.V~
"Oh Anthony, if you'd only notice me."
I turned as I heard the voice. I saw Ian Hecox standing by a tombstone. "Ian?" I asked. "Of course I've noticed you! What do you mean?"
Ian scoffed. "What do you think?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. Does he really know?
"I'm sorry your highness if I am too low in rank to you."
"What?! Ian what has gotten into you?"
"The truth. You are all high and mighty being king, but you have forgotten about us. Remember us?"
Realization came to me like a slap across the face. "Ian, I-"
Ian stopped me. "Stop. Just, stop Skellington. You think you are a worthy king? You just sit up there in your room and forget about us!!! Not just your citizens, but for the one you love mo-"
"IAN HECOX!" I yelled. "How DARE you say something like that to me?! I am your king and you don't say fucking otherwise!! You honestly think I don't care?! Of course I care, dammit!" Ian backed a few steps away from me in terror I stepped forward so he couldn't get away. "Now, I have one demand Ian Andrew Hecox," I said with an evil smirk on my face. "become my prince."
Ian smiled. "Yes, my king."

A/N: Woo hoo! Done BISHES!!! I dedicate this story to the cover artist who gave me this idea!!! Give Ghostiegoos some love!!! I love ya'll!! 😂 you are all amazing and I wish you guys a great day!! Bye! ~Epicgamer51