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Dec. 12th, 2014 05:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skeleton_kingIn the back garden there is the sound of sleigh bells... though they seem to be ringing a little flat.
There is a mighty BANG, and the next moment a burning sleigh with skeleton reindeer crashes down into the garden, scattering presents around, and throwing a skeleton figure in a singed red Santa costume out onto the ground. The reindeer shatter into pieces.
For a moment, the figure looks dazed, unconscious even. A ghostly dog returns Jack's jawbone to him, and then Jack slowly gets to his feet.
"What have I done?
What have I done?
How could I be so blind?
All is lost, where was I?
Spoiled all, spoiled all
Everything's gone all wrong
What have I done?
What have I done?
Find a deep cave to hide in
In a million years they'll find me
Only dust and a plaque
That reads, 'Here Lies Poor Old Jack"
But I never intended all this madness, never
And nobody really understood, well how could they?
That all I ever wanted was to bring them something great
Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?
Well, what the heck, I went to do my best
And, by god, I really tasted something swell
And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky
And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did!
And for the first time since I can't remember when
I felt just like my old bony self again
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
That's right! I am the Pumpkin King!
And I just can't wait until next Halloween
'Cause I've got some new ideas that will really make them scream
And, by God, I'm really gonna give it all my might
Uh oh, I hope there's still time to set things right..."
There is a mighty BANG, and the next moment a burning sleigh with skeleton reindeer crashes down into the garden, scattering presents around, and throwing a skeleton figure in a singed red Santa costume out onto the ground. The reindeer shatter into pieces.
For a moment, the figure looks dazed, unconscious even. A ghostly dog returns Jack's jawbone to him, and then Jack slowly gets to his feet.
"What have I done?
What have I done?
How could I be so blind?
All is lost, where was I?
Spoiled all, spoiled all
Everything's gone all wrong
What have I done?
What have I done?
Find a deep cave to hide in
In a million years they'll find me
Only dust and a plaque
That reads, 'Here Lies Poor Old Jack"
But I never intended all this madness, never
And nobody really understood, well how could they?
That all I ever wanted was to bring them something great
Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?
Well, what the heck, I went to do my best
And, by god, I really tasted something swell
And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky
And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did!
And for the first time since I can't remember when
I felt just like my old bony self again
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
That's right! I am the Pumpkin King!
And I just can't wait until next Halloween
'Cause I've got some new ideas that will really make them scream
And, by God, I'm really gonna give it all my might
Uh oh, I hope there's still time to set things right..."
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Date: 2014-12-13 12:50 am (UTC)And he always goes on instinct...which is telling him that Jack's surprise at this other monster showing up was genuine, and he really didn't plan on kidnapping the bar Santa. That doesn't excuse the other shit he's done.
'Yeah, you can put it right. But you're still doin' time once it's over. You need to be clear on that.'
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Date: 2014-12-13 09:09 pm (UTC)"I will take responsibility for my actions." he says.
A pause, and then.
"Providing you arrest me in private, I will come quietly. If you do it in public, I must uphold my reputation for being fearsome, if my monsters have access to this place."
He looks at Gene with what would be eye contact, if his eyes worked that way.
"Anyone can be a monster. The growling woman. The blue-haired mutant. The doctor who smells of death. But my monsters, they are largely stupid.
"Anyone can be a monster. Only a few can lead them. And I may have led them foolishly, dreaming of bringing them Christmas for the first time, selfishly wanting that glory for myself... but you must realise I never intended to hurt anyone."
He looks down at the presents, broken on the ground.
"If my monsters do not think of me as scary, they will not follow me as king. They will end up in the hands of someone like Oogie, and then there is no telling what lengths they will go to. They might start killing, even eating people, like Oogie does. I cannot allow that to happen to Milliways, or the Real World at home. I must remain scary. Do you understand?"
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Date: 2014-12-13 10:38 pm (UTC)'Well, that depends. See, I'm not usually in the habit of makin' deals with criminals when I've got 'em bangs to rights.'
On the other hand, Santa is still missing.
And on the other other hand, there is no one who understands the power of reputation more than Gene Hunt.
'...yeah. All right then. No public arrest. You'll get a couple of weeks, and you won't object. I'll do it when no one's lookin'.'
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Date: 2014-12-13 10:42 pm (UTC)"Thank you." he says.
"We should gather people quickly."
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Date: 2014-12-13 10:47 pm (UTC)'We'll ask back at the bar. There's always people in this place who'll go for stuff like this.'
He sticks his hands in his pockets, and starts to saunter back towards the building. It never sits quite right with him, trusting a bastard to just submit to arrest when the job's done. But there isn't much choice here - and anyway, he believes the bloke, and Gene always goes with his instinct.
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Date: 2014-12-13 10:50 pm (UTC)His instinct was right about Milliways; people are good here in a crisis.