Falling For You

The bright shining moon was all he could see.

The trees' Autumn leafs came into view as the light of the moon toned down.

He sat up gasping, he looked around him. He was in a cemetery. But why? Was he dead? He rubbed the back of his neck, yelping as he felt stitches. He felt all around his neck. So he was dead.

His neck had been completely chopped off.

He felt his face, he had stitches of his right cheek as well. And on his right Pinkie and his left wrist. He walked over to a nearby puddle. He had midnight blue hair, maybe a shade darker, he had golden eyes and pale skin, he saw his scar.

He looked away and checked himself out. He wore a tights and large shirt over him with a chest plate. he was going to walk away from the puddle when he almost tripped over a gnarled stick that split up on the top, making it look like you could put something in it. Picking it up he twirled it. he stopped and at the top a bright orange light shot out, and where it hit, a pumpkin grew. he was shocked, was he magical?

He looked up at the moon. It... comforted him somehow... /You are Jack Skellington/. He yelped, jumping backwards, "W-what!? You could talk?!" The moon chuckled, /Yes, little one, I can. I am Man in the moon, but you may call me MiM. Now, it looks like you have a visitor./ the moon light seemed to make a path to a nearby tree, where a man stood. He was pale, though it looked grayish. His hair was pitch black and was slicked back. He had golden eyes, much like his own. "Hello." The man spoke, "I am Pitch Black."