Jailbreak: A Disney Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

It was a mere four months before Halloween, and the other Halloweentown creatures were busy making contraptions to terrify the world come October. Their Pumpkin King, Jack Skellington, had a rare evening to himself, and was alone in his house, re-reading A Christmas Carol.

Several months before, he had fallen in love with the holiday of Christmas. He'd tried for days to understand it, and had even gone so far as to try and steal the holiday from Santa Claus (who he only recently had learned was NOT called Sandy Claws). Thankfully, his now girlfriend Sally, a lovely ragdoll woman, had stepped in and played a role in saving Christmas. Jack had realized his mistake, and he and Santa were now on good terms. Still, he found himself fascinated by the holiday, and couldn't help indulging it now and again.

He was reading, deep in thought, when he was interrupted by a small bark. The skeleton turned and saw a small ghost with a glowing orange nose floating towards him. Zero, his ghost dog, flew up and licked him.

Jack laughed a bit, thinking the ghost was playing. However, a second look told him that the dog was actually upset. He paused, wondering what was wrong. There was nothing at the moment to stress over; Halloween preparations were well underway, the Christmas incident was far behind them, and Oogie Boogie was no longer a threat. Even Lock, Shock, and Barrel (three trick-or-treaters who were infamous pranksters) had been behaving themselves. What could be wrong?

The Pumpkin King wondered if the ghost was bored. He detached one of his ribs and threw it down the hall. Fetch was the little dog's favorite game. Zero went after it and brought it back dutifully, but now he was whining. Jack had no clue what could be wrong. 

He snapped his fingers; Sally might be able to help. She always seemed to know what to do. He instructed his dog to go find Sally, that he'd be right behind him.

This seemed to cheer the little ghost up, and he flew through the door. Jack stuck a piece of paper in his book to mark his place, and stood to put it back on the shelf. Just as he reached the shelf, however, he heard one of the floorboards creak.

He turned, and saw nothing. He smiled and shook his head. The other denizens of Halloweentown liked to try and scare him at times, just to try and impress him. They rarely succeeded, but he was always happy to give them advice, and at least pretend to be startled. Still, stepping on a creaky floorboard was an amateur mistake.

"If you're trying to scare me," he called out behind him, "you need to work on your approach. It's no surprise if I can hear you coming." Maybe that was why Zero was upset. The little dog never liked it if he felt someone was trying to hurt his master.

No one responded, and Jack wondered if it had only been the wind. He waited, and heard nothing more. He was starting to wonder if he should call again when he felt an unexpected shove from behind.

He stumbled forward a few feet, more confused than alarmed. Was there a poltergeist in his house again? Was that why Zero...?

As he was bent over, attempting to regain balance, someone kicked him in the ribs, causing him to spin around. This left him largely disoriented, though unhurt. If this was only a denizen trying to scare him, then they were doing a much better job than anyone else. What was in his house?

"Who's there?" He called out. Again, there was no response. But he knew now that someone was there. And that this someone, whoever they were, wasn't playing a trick. He was bent over, trying to regain his balance, when a sack was thrown over his head. He felt invisible hands bearing down on him.

"Let me go!" He shouted as he tried to stand. The invisible hands shoved him to the floor again. He thought he heard a chuckle. He knew now that this was no Halloweentown monster. For the first time in a long time, Jack Skellington was terrified. He felt the hands pin his arms together, and felt a rope being thrown over them.

He quickly felt deep regret for what he'd done to Santa Claus. Jack Skellington's reign as Pumpkin King came from his ability to play scary pranks. But kidnapping felt more terrifying than anything he'd ever imagined.

Despite his temporary blindness, he thought he heard a voice speaking. It only said one word, but the sack was too thick for him to hear it properly. It was not too thick, however, for him to notice when a bright light suddenly surrounded him.

Jack had no idea where he was, and he barely knew how he got there. But the Pumpkin King knew that he was in very real danger.