skeleton_king | Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

Jack doesn't attempt to leave the custody of Gene as he leads the search party into the forest, map in hand.

There are a great many more doors now, each with a pumpkin, and as Jack comes into the vicinity they seem to give a little click.

He turns to the search party.

"Spread out and search each area of the forest." he says. "There is likely to be monsters behind these doors, preventing the retrieval of the first Santy Claws. Your Santy Claws is, I think, in the hands of a creature called Oogie Boogie, the former king of Bug Day, who appears as a big sack full of bugs. If you find him, or you get into trouble, shout for help at once. The other monsters should not hurt you too severely, but they will attack, so your best bet is to force them back into the door."

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"OH HELL NO!"

Bonnie kicks the unicycle sideways, because they're damn stupid vehicles anyway. As soon as it's on the floor, she jumps on it, wrestling style.

The clown starts to deflate, and then it sort of giggles, and quickly reinflates.

"Autor, aim fer its hole..." Bonnie yells, just before she's flung in the air, smacking her head on an overhanging tree branch.

"Bonnie!" the boy cries, and searches for a properly-sized rock. His fingers bite into the stone as he hauls it above his head, and he ignores his rapidly swelling wrist.

The monster laughs, propping itself on its hands to start to get up. With one last look at the unconscious Bonnie, Autor growls, "Not today," and hurls the rock. It smashes into the clown's lack of a face, jamming itself in the gaping hole. The clown smacks the back of its head on the ground, waggling helplessly before disappearing in a cloud of blue smoke.

Autor cradles his wrist to himself in disbelief. He pants a little, shocked that the monster's gone--but then his gaze trails over Bonnie. He makes a soft, strangled cry before staggering over to her, calling water bottles and rags out of his sylladex on the way.

"Bonnie! Bonnie!" he says, cupping her cheek. "Please wake up."

Bonnie opens her eyes and peers at him.

"Don't reckon I'm drunk enough t'be down here." she comments, sitting up.

There's a small cut on her forehead which promptly dribbles down her face.

"Aargh, don't sit up," Autor says, flailing a little. He drops his still lit flashlight to uncap the water bottle to wet a rag. The boy offers it to her for her head, biting his lip.

"How are you feeling? I mean, of course you're probably feeling dreadful, so that's a stupid question," Autor says, setting the bottle down to pick up his flashlight. "Please stay still. I have to check if you have a concussion. Are you nauseated?"

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Bonnie puts the rag on her head.

"Don't you fret, ain't no brains in there ter bump, and no, not nauseated."

"Your brain is very important," Autor says softly, offering her a new bottle of water. He checks her eyes with his flashlight anyway, trying to suss out whether she has a concussion, and determines that she's no worse for the wear.

But she scared him, far more than the monster ever did.

"I think we should ride back to the infirmary on my carpet," he says firmly, less an I think than a we should. "You need to take it easy now that you've bumped your head."

Pupils are reacting nicely.

"Wait, where's the monster? What about Santa?"

"The monster's gone without a trace, as it said," Autor says, gesturing to the unicycle tracks in the dirt. "While you were unconscious"--and the boy winces--"I threw a big rock in the hole where its face was, and that worked. Just like you said."

Then he straightens. "Santa has other people looking for him. You need to take it easy. You were knocked out! That's a big deal."

"I'm proud of you, an' I'm sorry I dragged yer into danger." Bonnie says.

"Wait, what happened to yer arm?"

The boy looks away. "T-Thanks," he says, buckling under the praise.

Autor glances to his arm at her question, and holds up his wrist, rolling back the sleeve of his blazer to reveal the reddening skin. "It's just a bruise," he explains. "I was hit by a stick."

A rather large stick.

"Then we best get you checked too." Bonnie says, getting up and wobbling slightly.

Autor makes a soft noise of panic, and whips his carpet out of his pocket with a quiet, "effugium."

He spreads it out on the air. "Please, Bonnie," Autor says, offering his arm. "Please be careful with yourself."

Bonnie takes his arm and sits down on the carpet.

"Okay maybe I'm just a tiny bit dizzy." she admits. "I don't wanna fall off."

Autor leads her there carefully, holding his other hand out lest she falls off. "Maybe you should lie down in the center, then," he explains, resting his fingers on the edge. "I'll walk beside you, and guide it."

"Oh if we're only goin' a foot off the floor I think I can sit. Better keep my street cred."

She takes his hand though.

"O-Okay," he says, and squeezes her hand gently. He starts leading them to the bar. "You were very brave, too, you know."

She winks at him.

"My hero."

Autor blushes, cradling his wrist near his chest. "Let's just get you taken care of," he says, and leads her to the bar.

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