"Alright, boys, take notes."

Jingle bells
Jungle bells
Jingle all the way

Her slender fingers hit each bell, letting the sling ring out. "Thank you can manage that?"

They could...sort of. The notes came out flat, but Y/n did not notice, hearing the music with a huge grin, unlike her usual demonic one. This one actually seemed full of joy. "Yes, that's it. Why don't you go practice that for Christmas?"

"Next!" the mayor called.

Sammy timidly stepped onto the stage, his hands wringing together. His breath caught when he saw Y/n, who offered a smile, one that seemed shy, very unlike the Demon Queen.

"Sammy!" She was back, rushing into and pulling his arm to guide him further up the stage. "I need you desperately."

The red mixed with the pale blue in his face. "Y - you certainly do, Y/n." He could not face her as he spoke, looking instead at his hands, still clasped together. "I had the most terrible vision."

"Oh, wonderful." Her back was turned, gathering some papers together.

"No! It was about your Christmas! There was smoke and fire!" The vision came back clearly, causing him to gasp. His Y/n in that fire?

"Well, yes, Sammy, that's how you cook the ham."

"Y/n -"

She handed him a sketch of a dress/suit. "This is for you. I want you to be the one to make my Saz'gunoch outfit.

"Y/n, please, you have to listen to me. It's going to be a disaster."

"Aww, it's not so hard. Just follow the pattern. Look." She pointed to a few bits on the outfit, explaining, "This part's red, the trim is white -"

"It's a mistake, Y/n!"

She looked up from the sketch and right into his soft eyes with her resting demon glare. But her voice was gentle. "Sammy, you've got to stop thinking of yourself that way. I'm relying on you. Who else would be so clever?"

"I..."

"Next!"

"I promise, I have every confidence in you," she assured, guiding him away.

"But it seems wrong to me," he mumbled. "Very wrong..."

"Sammy!" she called after him. He nearly fell over, looking back at her. Y/n offered the same smile as earlier, hands behind her back. "Thank you for the play. And the food."

"Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah, n - no problem!" He ran off, heart racing as quick as his feet.

"Y/n! Y/n! We got him!"

Y/n left the mayor to explain the nutcracker to the best of his abilities - not very good - while she rushed to Lock, Shock, and Barrel.

"We got him!" they cried in unison.

She ran to the large sack in the giant bathtub, shredding it open with her fingers. In it, a large pink bunny whimpered away from her claws, shaking. "What the...that's not Saz'gunoch," she said sternly, hands on her hips as she faces the children.

"It isn't?"

"Who is it?"

"Satan, I don't know! Some...rabbit. Take him back."

"We followed your instructions."

"We went through the door."

"Which door?! There's more than one!" God, did children exhaust her. "Was it the one with the tree?"

Shock immediately began to strangle Lock. "I told you!" Barrel was slapping him across the face, the three falling back in a tumble.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Ow! Ow!" Shock cried as barrel kicked her in the ribs.

"Oh, for crying out..." Her head swiped as she sighed, then she got into her demon form, towing above the three, letting out an ear-piercing shriek. They jumper to their feet, the boys cowering behind Shock, shaking with fear. Satisfied, she gave them each a pat on the head, then looked inside the bag, where the rabbit now looked more white than pink. "I'm really sorry about all this. We'll get you home." She scratched his head, hind legs thumping as the color came back. "Now, put that thing back where it came from or SO HELP ME. And apologize again!"

They picked up the bathtub, taking the rabbit away.

"And don't scare Saz'gunoch in the same way! I mean it!"

"Got it!"

"We'll get it right!"

"Next time!"

-

Wow. I...have no interest in writing this song either T-T um no changes. Even the shriek Jack gives is kinda cute.

-

"Kathleen, Bobby, Susie...yes, Susie's been nice..." Santa said to himself as he read over the his list on Christmas Eve. "Nice, nice, naughty...nice, nice, nice. There are hardly any naughty children this year." As he went to put his list down, he heard a ringing coming from his doorbell. "Now, who could that be?"

Opening the door, he found Lock, Shock, and Barrel at his doorway, looking up at him. "Trick or treat!"

"Huh?"

They jumped him, bag over his head.

-

Sammy had just finished Y/n's costume the eve of Christmas, making alterations. He let out a sigh, catching her solid face in the mirror, eyes burning into the glass. "You don't look like yourself, Y/n. Not at all."

"Yes, I know," she replied, the ghost of a smile at the corners of her lips. "See, I told you it wouldn't be a disaster."

"But you're the Demon Queen." She took the portrait of her from her wall tacked onto a clipboard, flipping the outfit design over to show her in her form.

"Not anymore!" She took the clipboard and broke it over her knee.

"Y/n!" he cried in shock, admittedly amused. He sighed, finishing the stitching on her arm. "I know you think something's missing, but -"

"Someone, my dear," she corrected bitterly, moving away from Sammy dramatically to gaze out at her courtyard. "All they've ever known me as is the Demon Queen. If I can do this...they'll find out there's so much more to me. Why am I telling you all this?!" She turned suddenly, the rag doll jumping back in shock. "We barely know each other and yet here I am, boring you with my sob story. Where do I find the right? Because you fed me? It was pity, I know it was! Oh, woe is me indeed!"

"It's alright." He found himself coming up to her. The way he towered over her short form caused her breath to catch. "I like listening to you talk."

"Sammy...are we..." She was cut off by children calling out her name. Looking out, she saw Lock, Shock, and Barrel running in the Square, pedaling past gifts and demonic-looking reindeer.

"This time we bagged him!"

"This time we really did it!"

Y/n stood on her windowsill, let her wings out, and jumped, letting herself glide down. Sammy ran to the window and reached after her, letting out a groan of worry.

"He sure is big, Y/n."

"Any heavy!"

Lock and Shock pulled the bag open, the town watching. An old man came out to gasps and cowers, all except for Y/n, who had her arms crossed. "You're not a demon. You're an old man."

He took off his hat from his eyes, looking around at all the different monsters and gothic location. "Where am I?"

"Halloween Town," Y/n replied. "And I'm basically the queen here. You may call me Your Majesty or Your Firey."

He blinked, feeling only the sticky sweets that the children had in the bag. "What?"

"Anyway, you mind?" She took the hat from him and put it on. "If I'm going to do your job for you, I'm gonna need to look the part."

"My job? There must be some mistake."

"Alright, y'all. Take him away and make sure he's comfortable."

He was bagged up again to protests. "Where are we going now?!" he demanded as he was wheeled away.

Sammy was already running back to the castle when his bag, staying out of view from the others. "I'll save you, darling."

-

Sneaking past Dr. Finkelstein, Sammy took out a jug of frog juice from under the floorboard, then stopped to listen out. All there was was the sound of a saw, so he used the noise to put the board back and run out. He stopped by the doorway to the laboratory, where the doctor was taking out part of his brain and putting it into the vessel of a person on his table. "What a joy to think of all we'll have in common. We'll have conversations worth having."

'About electricity conduction? Have fun with that, Doc.'

He watched him kiss the brain inside the creation, recoiling in disgust and thankful that he had made him a man. Imagine the horrors he would have to go through if the doctor had made a daughter instead.

The skull smashed onto the doctor's lips, Sammy stifling a giggle as he cried out in pain, then left, making sure everything was back in its place.

-

"Where are we taking him?" Barrel asked Lock as they hauled Santa out of Halloween Town.

"Yeah, where?"

"Why, to Oggie Boogie's, of course!" Lock said, taking off his mask. "Y/n said to make him comfortable, didn't she?"

"Haven't you heard of peace on Earth and goodwill toward men?!" Santa yelled from inside the bag.

"No!" they shouted together with a laugh, ramping him up into the treehouse.

"Don't do this! Naughty children never get any presents!"

This only made them laugh harder, then shoved him into a shoot down into a lair, pushing with anything that could get ahold of.

"I think he might be too big," Shock said as she smacked him with her broom.

"No, he's not. If he can go down a chimney, he can fit. Down. Here!" Lock reasoned, paint him in so hard, he had no choice but to squeeze through, falling into the darkness, the bag opening.

Lights shone, neon. He squinted at the flames of cards and checkers and a garish green light illuminating someone who looked more like a sack of cloth than a person, and not like Sammy. While Sammy was shaped as a person, this figure was in one of a ghost with only the sack as his body.

I actually DO want to write this song, but I also REALLY want to get this fic out. So...I'm going to add it later. I know, I'm being lazy, but I want to get this book done before I completely lose inspiration, even if it makes the climax less effective. Inspiration to me is more important than perfecting this.
I'll probably add the other songs, too. I feel really guilty not having them in here.