Right to warn, although this is based in Bleedman's universe (Although all credit goes to him for making this universe and inspiring this story) it doesn't focus upon his cast or characters (I'm not good with using other people's characters to start off with). Hope you enjoy.
Travelling back to the heart of Halloween town, Wendy skipped through the laid tombstones that greeted her on her way in the black small dress she wore and tapping the cobbled path with her high heels. She showed no smile behind soggy-greased black hair, only a gloomy smile on her ghoulish face. Although her flesh was greenish and quite rotting, her nose fallen out years ago, she still looked stunning as she once had, thanks to her green eyes that peered out so clean and lovely, her face carved with eloquence that it was like it was stolen from that of a town statue and place upon her neck and her expression held such innocence and sadness that it was unbelievable.
With basket grasped in both hands, swinging it side to side, Wendy thought this was going to be like every other day and was looking forward to when it became Halloween again. But she caught something slithering how from behind one of the tombstones and slashing down with a scythed talon at her.
Quickly halting, Wendy managed to stop in front of the giant lanced like bone pincer that jabbed into the ground, it’s weight and force throwing up dirt and causing a gust that blew against Wendy almost pressing her off her feet.
Gasping for breath, the girl knew that the only reason the attack didn’t slice her in half was because it didn’t want to and served its purpose for its owner to approach Wendy. It’s form was like that of a centipede with how it had a maggot like body with dozens of spider legs that had bone rib-shaped like talons attached to them that were as big as the preys body. The face of the creature however was truly something. It had a crooked-moon like grin with misshapen teeth that were all jagged and pointy with green mucus over flown lips over its blubbery chin of its pudgy like face. It then had four slit eyes you could barely see with how small they were and how the fat over filled its face.
As Wendy was grossed out by something so horrid, the creature swung its head side to side like a pendulum as it tried to observe her and seemed to be savouring the expression on her. Making a snorting chuckle it hissed. “Hallo little girl, the names Yar’mid, what’s your name.”
Took a while for the girl to speak up, her words were being choked at how close the thing was that it was hard to speak over the fright or smell (And she’s a girl without a nose). “Um I’m Wendy.”
“Wendy what a delectable name.” Drooled the centipede-like monster scuttling its legs like it was trying to hold back itself from lunging at her. “And you have the body of an fourteen-year old, even more yummy.”
Wanting to get away, she tried to hurry pass his leg in front of her quickly saying. “Well I’m not meant to be talking to strangers anyways so see ya!” But the leg ended up lodging itself to quickly tear into the ground in front of her again.
“Hold on!” He snapped snaking his head behind her. “You’re not leaving.” Letting Wendy anxiously rotate to face him with her big wide eyes. “That is.” Lifting up one of his other legs to gently scratch at the basket she was holding. “Unless you show me what’s in the basket- then I might let you go-.” Breaking out into even further chuckles
Knowing she had no choice with no one around here at the this time and she was far away from town, the only way she could get around this was by herself doing what the captor said. Holding up the basket, she place her spidery white fingers along the sheet that covered it and gently began to pull it off.
She was about to pull it off completely as she heard the estatic clattering of Yar’mid’s talon feet, but the sound was cleaved out by something sharp cutting through the air, followed by slashing pass both Wendy and Yar’mid’s face and thunking into the ground. Turning to see what it was, the two saw it was some of torn out piece of metal that tried to mimic that of a Japanese shuriken star.
“Hands off the goodies creep.” Said this strong femine voice, getting the two to then see standing on top of one of the granite headstones with her pale bare feet that had her ankles wrapped in mould bandages that pushed up her dark black baggy trousers up to her waist. She then had a ripped up thin cotton jumper, that was overlapped by a vest that had three belts, one going around her shoulders down to her hips, the second under her arm pits and across her chest and back with the first belt mentioned by the hips and circle across her hips. Each belt was then armed with a variety of crude and handcrafted small weapons made from wood and scavenged metal. The face of this apparent warrior whose arms were folded as she stayed balance where she was standing, had a hardened, deeply scarred face that showed no amusement with her black eyes and thin frowning lips. She also had straw like hair, that went everywhere uncombed that it was like a messed up palm tree. After the two had their moment studying her, the women bellowed out. “These are the Grim reapers lands; someone like you isn’t supposed to be here.”
“That is so yes.” Crawled the beast, purposely snaking his body around Wendy and coiling around her so that she could deal with her later. “What’s it to you.”
“My name is Juliana.” She answered. “A former shadow of the British Bruisehall gang.”
“A shadow you say.” Chittered the beast familiarising the term and then rising four of his talons to fidget with them. “Ah yes, very delectable, very tasty, I love the ones Bruisehall gangs select to be Shadows, oh this is lucky, you’re a tender one in her mid-twenties whose only just recently entered this realm, tell me how did you die, you get caught on one of your missions, gang lost use of you or did you have a fall out with one of your rivals, love it when that happens.”
“Nothing special.” Glared Juliana wishing it was something like that. “Just cancer.”
“Cancer hm good enough.” Judged Yar’mid wiping away some of the pour mucus from its lips. “You’ll be quite tasty going down.”
“We’ll see.” Snatching out from one of the small pouches attached to her belts and tossing from it a black tiny ball at the monstrosity.
With little effort from the distance and the reflexes of the creature, all it took was a little swat from one of its needle arms to deflect it, but the chemicals inside the ball reacted violently and it exploded into a cloud of smoke that tided over the creature. “Ack cheap trick.” Coughed Yar’mid. “Can’t believe I fell for it!”
He then felt the woman’s foot thump against his head without so much as an attempt to pierce his flesh, that caused him to realise she was trying to rescue the girl. “No!” He cried and hastened to close his body together willing to crush the girl rather than let her go, but instead felt his body twist on itself as the girl wasn’t there. “Darn.”
Tunnelling his body out the smoke, Yar’mid saw the former shadow lower Wendy back down to the ground while she herself remained perch onto a tombstone. In frustration, the centipede monster charged at them like an out of control train.
Hearing the rumble of his body, Juliana gave Wendy a quick pat on the back to get moving, before flipping backwards in the air and then landing onto the dirt floor up beside Yar’mid. It then looked like the Shadow girl already had a one-handed single and a short-sword out faced towards his flank while he was in the middle of breaking. But soon as her blades were half way, the centipede beast was able to rise up four of his carapace weapons and easily started to parry aside the dart of blows coming at him.
“Ha you’d be surprised how well I can use my legs without the simplest effort.” Gloated the beast letting Juliana try attack through them. “It’s like each one has a brain of its own.”
“I bet if they did have one, they’d all have one larger than the one inside your skull.” Hinting Juliana as she loosened a small orb from between her toes that Yar’mid notice from the flickering light from on top of it. Just as the orb rolled underneath him, Juliana hoped back in time be outside the radius when the orb shattered out into a torrent of flames that ignited underneath Yar’mir and caused him to cry out and hurry off the fire lighting up under him. As he did, the woman felt obligated to note. “I noticed how well you work with so many legs, considering how heavy they are when the pierce and how they’ve not managed to knock over any of the tombstones the slightest.”
That’s very observing and smart to what a human should be capable of questioned the centipede creature. But as he scuttled to get out of the flames, he had been so distracted just trying to get out of them that he only just thought about where the voice was coming from.
Steering his head beside his front legs, he saw Juliana roll between a gap underneath them. Next before he could do anything, Juliana aimed up her blades and stabbed them into the vulnerable belly of the beast and ripped them open causing goo and piles of unrecognisable organs to come splurging out all over her.
“Raargh nooo!” He panicked trying to step on some of the tomb stones to raise his height, but his feet had became so cumbersome and the stones couldn’t support his weight that he was just shattering and damaging them as he threshed. “Get out of there!” Finally thinking of wriggling his body and stamp his bone talons on her, though the raised up legs gave Juiliana the opportunity to exit but not without chucking in an black ball into the gape of his belly.
The creature was for a moment oblivious until flames ignited from his stomach and he gave out and painful shriek at how unbelievable the pain was before collapsing on his belly, his weight crushing tombstones over and giving a wet meaty slap into the ground.
As he laid there with a dumbfound look at how he was defeated. Although he could hear or feel the vibration of Juliana’s gentle footsteps, it wasn’t hard to figure out that she would be biding her time to now that he was defeated to give him the finished blow.
“How.” He gurgled. “How were you able to beat me, you’re the ghost of a human.”
“It is my need the drives me.” Whispered the Shadow girl silently giving no evidence where she exactly was.
“What need?” Not understanding. “What need would make you possibly overcome someone like me?”
“It is my need.” Standing beside his head with her sword aiming downwards with both hands around its hilt. “For redemption.” And plunging the blade into what would be closes thing to a neck for Yar’mir and began to decapitate him. Doing so, she poured her emotions into it, digging the blade in and heaving the blade across aggressively as her lips pruned in not disgust, but sorrow.
In the midst of Halloween town, the gloomy dark sky settlement, where varied creatures of all sorts from werewolves, goblins, vampires and others lurked jolly, it’s buildings twisted, dank but delightful in its own bizarre way and on its dark and creep alleys that were somehow still bright, one of the houses that stood amongst the others with its slightly large size with its old carved New York seventies style.
It had been reshaped by the new residences that moved in, using the amassed fortunes and influence it had gained just recently. Acting like it was harmless merchandising, it was really through the exploitation of power and items they had gained behind not only the Pumpkin king, but the Grim reaper’s as well.
Through its chequered red and black floor, marbled walls and each room with plant vases and black styled furniture, sat a gluttonous man that had a fashion similar to that of the Boogie man. He wore a burlap sack, had bugs crawling out of the holes and had that same smile. There were notable differences though, such as he had proper hands and feet, he could glow green and his voice was more of a gargle than a smooth normal voice.
Sitting up a on a high up wooden throne with steps, he remained hidden to the world with his entourage that stood amongst the chequered room at attention awaiting and abiding his orders. Most of them were basically hideous monsters in seventy garment outfits that would well stand outside and not because of their taste in fashion. There were three amongst this retinue that stood out however, reason due their appearance and fashion.
One of them was a weary man wearing a red old tunic and grey cotton pants with sandals, who had been stitched together in a scavenged rag doll fashion with a combination of flesh from different bodies and probably had required limbs that couldn’t be obtained so they had to be improvised from other limbs that were crafted together. It resulted in him having one leg taller than the other, his abdomen misshapen and almost twisted and long gangly arms and his face looked like puzzle with pits force in together and had patches of hair that varied in colour. He hunched over twitching and looking around nervously like a rat out in the open.
Another was a tall man who had a grinning pumpkin for a head. The vegetable’s cut out face was locked in an eternal grin like your every Halloween one, but had black flickers of fires inside it that served as pupils for its eyes. Along with that he wore his own black seventy suits that suited the surroundings quite fashionable and neat.
The last notable was brooding man with a gaunt face that stood unamused wearing a late eighteen hundred Victorian outfit that consisted of a top hat and black cloak that covered around him. Unlike everyone here in the room, he was the only human person, but his soul inside him told differently. Right now this could only be shown from the dark visage of his eyes that shone murderously and hungrily looking for signs of a weakness, often darting a the weary man.
Looking like things were going to be silent all day, another person entered the room through the red curtains from another place. He came in with combed back hair, a thick eye brooding eye sockets and strong thick mug. Standing before the bogeyman imposter with hands behind back and chest up right with a friendly smile, he spoke highly in a German accent. “Greetings Overlord, I come bearing news.”
Exercising his baggy fingers, the bogey man amusingly responded in his gargling voice. “Greetings to you to.” Savouring the man’s renowned name that was feared in the world of the living with amusement. “Josef Mengele- what news do you bring?”
His smile then faltered as he wondered if it was good idea to smile at all, but decided he had to get on with it anyhow. “I am afraid our guest Herr Yar’min will not be making it.” Apologised Josef. “He has been eliminated.”
No longer amused, the Overlord took back his smile and put it into a frown as he pondered on this. He realised though he couldn’t think on this until he asked. “What happened, did the Grim reaper find out that he snuck over the borders.”
“No.” Shook the German. “He was killed by some former employee of the Bruisehall gang.”
“Bruisehall gang.” Cackled the pumpkin head in jolly voice that sounded like he breathed fire at the same time. “That gangs became quite the popular lot haven’t they in the world of the living.”
“I have not heard of this Bruisehall gang.” Mentioned the Overlord. “Please enlighten me Pumpkinskull.”
“They’re basically someone that’s attempting to become more powerful than even the Mafia through sheer ambition of power and wealth.” Explained the orange-coloured head. “They do it not through business or outwitting, but through ordinary bronze and power, they recruit members like any other gang, but they try to find special ways to make them stronger like physical-drug-enhancements or through raising a child from birth to be warrior, whatever it takes really to muscle their way to the top.”
“Hm ordinary bronze.” Detasted the Overlord. “No wonder they’re still trying, if they added some brains into the maths they’d know that business and outwitting is how a criminal gang keeps functioning.”
“It’ll die out eventually I guess.” Shrugged Pumpkinskull.
“Well either way what would one of their dead employees want with us?” Questioned the Overlord. “Or at the very least someone like Yar’min?”
“It was attacking a little girl with a basket.” Added Josef. “Perhaps it has soft spot for them or it was smuggling something for her, we can’t be the only organisation that’s working behind the Pumpkin king or the Grim reaper’s back?”
“True.” Thought the Overlord considering this. “Which maybe gives us more of a reason to move ahead with our plans.”
“I disagree.” Stopped the Victorian dressed man. “I’m not sure if anyone has noticed even you Overlord, but I have concerns that the Grim Reaper is onto us.”
“Oh.” Frowned the Overlord. “And why is that- Jack the Ripper or do you prefer me addressing you by your real name.”
“Jack the ripper will do.” Coughed the man anxiously knowing when the Overlord was getting edge. “As you desired I’ve been keeping an eye on the royal family and watching them, it’s where I notice something on the Queen, Mandy’s eyes something that not only tells me she knows I’m watching her, but knows some of things we’re up to and that she’s on to us.”
There was a dread of silence as the Overlord only heard this now and the retinue waited to see his reaction. Fitting into his chair more comfortably, the living sack construct took a deep breath before simply sighing. “As expected.” The saying everyone hoped on. “Well half-expected, that Grim reaper has married quite the woman that I question if it was for reasons like this one.”
“Oh my lord, oh my lord.” Panicked the malformed man. “This can’t be there onto us, they know what we’re up to, they know what we’re up to and when the find us they’ll rip us apart and-.”
“Shut up Peter Stumpp or whatever your name is!” Yelled Jack the Ripper concerned himself. “Or I’ll rip you apart.”
“Simmer down gentlemen.” Patting his lumpy hand through the air. “It just so happens I prepared for a situation like this.”
“Wh-What do you mean.” Quivered Peter twitching his right large blue eye and closing the small brown one.
Placing his fingers together, the Overlord smirked. “We’ve been doing this in too orderly fashion, a fashion that’s too predictable because of how normal it is to society, a power that’s growing by scrapping at what it can find and thieving magical items that only we would take.” Explaining. “It’s about time we did things in a chaotic fashion that’s not often seen in society that it’s impossible to predict and there’s only one person who can accomplish this.”
“Who can be unpredictable as us?” Grumbled Jack the Ripper taking the predictable stuff as an offense.
“The one who has been opening this box of chaos after that Nurgle beast incident and brought about us.” Almost laughed the Overlord looking towards the nightmarish monsters standing at the door, one a hairy clawish like one and the other an octopus like creature. “Let her in.”
Obeying, the hairy one turned about to put his hand on the golden knob and clicked open the door, where the octopus then took the brown oak frame with its tentacle and pulled towards him. With the door open, a women step through wearing ancient Greece like white clothing and had dazzling beauty across his face with golden blonde tied back hair that flew beautifully. With all eyes turning on her and seeing who she was, she showed an evil smile that had one front tooth missing from her rows of unveiled teeth.
Author's comments: Wrote this today in 4hrs after being inspired by Bleedman's latest work and wanting to do something like Nightmare before Christmas, Soul eater and Grim tales, but because I couldn't think of any ideas of my own, decided it probably wouldn't hurt to write a fan fiction.
Might continue this story anyways, although for me personally its only gotten interesting (Not sure about the rest of you!) it depends on feedback and comments. I have thought up half of what's going to happen, but I can't keep on writing it if no one's reading it (I do write for myself like every author, but why write one thing if no one else is interested in it).
Love some criticise (Come on I can take it you weaklings, that all you got) Always great to look at where I can improve, but praise or just a thumbs up is always good (Please give me something, tell me you've read it at least! Please?) Thanks.