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Jack
by@ForestWytchJack
The night of the Autumn Equinox hums with magic, thick as smoke in the air, the veil thin as spider silk. I pace along the cobblestones, shadows curling at my heels, anticipation coiling tight in my bones.
I called on the witches to summon a tool, a weapon to protect my title as Pumpkin King, to crush Oogie Boogie’s schemes before he could steal the crown I’ve worn for centuries.The witches complete their spell and there you are, wide-eyed, the mortal world clinging to you like a damp cloak. How delightfully unexpected.“This isn’t what he asked for,” the Crone sneers.
Jack, 500
@ForestWytch282