Literature
Jack Skellington x Reader
*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*
I was one of the few who couldn't remember their deaths, nor who I was before I died. I had asked the dead scientists, the dead oracles. No one was going to tell me, saying it was better I found out on my own. All I know is I woke up here, in this land of nightmares, Halloween Town, wearing a tattered dress (yes I created that outfit set).
I sighed as I walked the grave yard, odd wasn't it. In a land of death there's a graveyard. I heard a distant barking, looking up I saw Zero the ghost of a dog. And in the distance I head a voice "Zero!" then a whistling "come here boy!". Zero simply floated over to me.
I crouched down the