It wasn't the brightest idea (M/N) had, to take a shortcut through the forest. He comes across a clearing in the forest, with trees that acted as doorways. He chooses a doorway, thinking that he'd hide in the tree trunk. He enters another world, exc...
Disclaimer: I don't own The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Warning: Slash.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: After school, (M/N) walks home, like usual. However, (M/N) takes a shortcut, but that shortcut steers him elsewhere. So, (M/N) tries to get out, not that he can.
Chapter One
After school, (M/N) walks home, like usual. However, (M/N) uses a shortcut this time, but that shortcut steers him elsewhere. So, (M/N) tries to get out, not that he can. "I need cell reception!" (M/N) grumbles, grinding his teeth together, as skeletal trees whistle hollow melodies. "You useless, fucking phone!"
For this reason, (M/N) explores the forest, his teeth chattering and body trembling. However, (M/N) hugs himself, but still can't warm up. So, (M/N) fell to his knees, especially because he just can't keep going on. "I feel like an icicle," (M/N) groans, rubbing his arms, his breath materializing in the air. "I wish I hadn't taken that stupid shortcut."
In the distance, (M/N) hears gunshots, making his heart race. Without hesitation, (M/N) stands up, sprinting through the forest. However, (M/N) stops soon, considering he's completely lost. "Where am I?" (M/N) gasps, looking at the trees, frozen fingertips tracing the intricate engraving. "They look like doors. That can't be possible, though."
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However, (M/N) realize that they're indeed doors, especially because they go somewhere. Without hesitation, (M/N) opens one, but in a random manner. For this reason, (M/N) doesn't notice which one, not that he cares. "Fuck!" (M/N) curses, clenching his fists, his heart hammering from fear. "Fuck you, psycho! I'm not dying today!"
So, (M/N) quickly hides, not wanting to get shot. Without hesitation, (M/N) fumbles into the tiny space, but began screaming soon. In due time, (M/N) lands harshly, his back bouncing against the torturous twigs. "It's just not my day," (M/N) croaks, slowly sitting up, as his lips releases groans. "It's just not my fucking day."
In like manner, (M/N) steadily stands up, but painfully hissing. Even so, (M/N) grabs his phone, since he needed light. Then, (M/N) explores his surroundings, considering he's lost. "Am I in an underground tunnel?" (M/N) cries, finding a sign, as he reads it. "Are you serious - Halloween Town? Where the fuck am I?! Is this some sick, twisted fucking joke?!"
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A/N: I found this in my draft folder. I thought I should publish it. What do you think?
