Rag Doll closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
He would not let it get to him.
They were just jerks.
What did they know? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Who ever heard of a rag doll getting to be king of Halloween Town!"
"King? Who ever heard of a rag doll being a boy!"
"He is so weird, and I hate his rags!"
Ha. Ha. Ha.
They were so very funny.
Not.
It might not be so bad, except he didn't just get teased from the other rag dolls.
It was the zombies too.
"You are not a real zombie!"
"Yeah, a skeleton made out of rags is just a girls toy!"
"Not even a scary one!"
He wasn't scary. He wasn't tough. He wasn't even good at making scary things.
He was just a rag doll skeleton with a tuxedo.
Who would be scared of him?
He moodily folded his arms and walked with his head down as he went down the street.
"There's one! Grab him!"
Rag Doll looked up at the voice then gasped as people in red and pink barreled into his chest. They grabbed his arms and tried to drag him away, but he slipped the threads out of his arms and left them in the heart shaped peoples hands. He had plenty of other arms back home.
He ran down the alley then stopped.
Those people were shaped like hearts! But hearts weren't scary, especially not pink and red hearts! They weren't even bleeding!
He started to walk, still pondering, but was stopped.
He looked up.
It was raining hearts...
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