Our story is one of fright, delight, and many a bug-bites. There are heroes in the world, from the Powerpuff Girls, to the mysterious samurai warrior he came from a time-bending quest, to the boy genius known as Dexter. Then there are bad guys, from Queen Vexus, to the Irken empire, and among them all, the trio of demons that seem to run the baddy world, their names being... Hunson Abadeer, ruler of the Nightosphere, a powerful demon who once wedded a vampire royal, producing, just before the woman's untimely death, the new vampire queen Marceline.... Then there was Aku, a powerful demon whose foe was, in fact, the aforementioned Samurai Jack, a great being that ruled over various places, including one of the many futures of Earth... and the one who was most powerful of all was the demon simply known as Him. He had fought a great many foes, one of them being the (also) aforementioned Powerpuff Girls. He was surveyor of all that was evil, at least, for now... Mr. Oogie Boogie. People thought he was gone for good. Boy were they wrong. People thought Santa Claus had crushed his brain bug under his stupid little boot. It was little compared to the hulking mass of stitched-up, ragged burlap, at least. It had been three years, three Halloweens, three Christmases, since he was supposedly taken care of. Now, here he was. A massive, frankenstinian ship plowed through the green, acid waters of the underworld, piloted by the behemoth Oogie Boogie, and manned by various rag-doll like demons that looked like miniature, skeletally thin Oogie Boogies, and the familiar and mischevious trio of Lock, Shock, and Barrel barking orders as the Boogieman's generals. Oogie Boogie appeared quite a bit different than his previous incarnation, though he was still yet a massive, patched-up, stitched-up sack filled with creepy crawlies of every sort. He was still incredibly tall compared to a great number of people, and very large. In this incrnation, he had actual hands and feet, which had come quite handy recently. Plus, he no longer looked like some obese potatoe sack. Now, he looked more like a sasquatch in a scarcrow costume, with a massive chest the size of a car that had been through the trash compactor, and shoulders as big as a couch. To make it more precise, he just looked more human in shape, but with a ridiculously large upper-body. With a lot more stitches, too. As for the moment, he appropriately wore very much ragged pirate attire that seemed to suit his raggy style, as well as his penchant for gambling. The ghostly flag that flew above the ship was a modified jolly roger, A spider on one side of a die, with its butt being a skull and its body a spade. The eerie, rotten looking ship appeared even more so creepy with the green glow of the sizzling river it sailed upon...
It was grim day in Endsville, but when is it not? The chaos was amuck, as per usual, but something felt stranger in the air. Not that anyone would notice. Strange was actually pretty common. If the sky were to fall on this grim day in Endsville, no one would be the least bit surprised. As a matter of fact, this occasion would probably be welcomed as to end the suffering of the denizens. Moving past Endsville being grim, Grim was as always lounging around on Billy's couch. The departed have been delivered to the Underworld for the day and the United Workers of the Underworld Union have dictated that rest of the day be used for "rest" and "recuperation". My Troubled Pony recordings danced across the screen as Grim watched with a grim demeanor, waiting the eventual grim "friends" of his to come barge in with moronic screaming and grim demands. An hour passed. Then another. Then another. After a bit, that strangeness had become quite apparent to him. Billy and Mandy had yet to arrive. Normally by this time, they'd be in some hellish situation brought on by their accord. Something was strange indeed...
Silence. Nothing but silence filled the room. For some-reason, something felt out of place. Something felt wrong. Nobody knew what this feeling was that gripped the corners of their hearts, but it was there.
Jack O'Lantern. The tall, thin man with a pumpkin head seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaning behind Grim, simply staring at him for the moment with flickering, hollow eyes. His usual unsettling smile seemed to stretch around the squash on his shoulders, jagged and crooked. Like his personality....
"I can smell you, ya know?" Grim said, not turning away from the TV. "You've had a pumpkin for a head longer than I care to remember, dat thing is starting to smell rank." He said before sitting up and facing the jokester. "Now what is it that you want?"
It was a simple slumber, the Underworld was waking up...... The demons were starting to reveal themselves to the world, with the Grim Reaper already being held hostage by two kids. Something big was going to certainly happen, but invisible forces were beginning to command something big. Something marvelous. Something wonderful. Him, Aku and Hunson Abadeer. Beings of unfathomable power, demons who put other forces of evil to shame. The Underworld will wake-up soon, and the mortal world will be forever changed.
