#dr finkelstein

Skeleton King has big dad energies and the four monsters find out how much of a sun Izuku is. Jack is going to fight anyone who tries to shoot down this boy’s dream.

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Warnings: Izuku having some big worries, Jack being a dad tm

Word Count: 1,035

Once Izuku’s brain restarted, he flung the bed sheets over his head to hide himself from the tall man? Skeleton? Undead monster in the room. He felt like crying, oh wait, he already was. Why was there a skeleton here?

“Oh dear, deary it’s okay.” The elderly female rubbed Izuku’s head. “That’s Jack – the Pumpkin King we were just telling you about.”

The rubs were grounding Izuku from his fear enough to come out from under the covers. The skeleton – Jack – had a kind smile despite having no lips. And while his eye sockets had no – well – eyes, kindness was shining within them in a way that Izuku didn’t know how. Taking another look at Jack made Izuku realize that Jack was kind and trustable.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry my boy! It is my specialty to scare. As long as you don’t feel like your life is in danger, there is nothing to be sorry about!” Jack’s smile turned into a grin – not a scary grin like Kacchan’s – but a prideful grin. Jack gave Izuku a rough part bow before introducing himself; “I am Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King.”

“I’m Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you Skellington – san.”

“Just Jack, my boy. Only Dr. Finkelstein and his wife here go by their last names.” Jack stated while motioning to Sally’s father and the elderly female. Oh! She must be Sally’s step mother – not her aunt! Izuku nodded with a smile. They were like westerns – makes sense as their holiday was major in the western side of the world!

“Okay. Call me Izuku then!”

“Very well Izuku! Now, how are you feeling?”

“Um … okay? Like I have over slept? My body feels like it is a little stiff.”

“Not surprising! You’ve been asleep for three days!” Dr. Finkelstein stated.

“What! Does my mom know where I am?!”

“Oh yes. We couldn’t give her information but we did send a basic letter telling her that you were safe and recovering.” Sally answered while cradling her head in her really tiny hands. At least they told her something. He wouldn’t want her to worry too much about him.

“Although, there is more to tell you and her. By all accounts, you should be dead.” Dr. Finkelstein stated before being smacked over the head by his wife.

“You don’t just tell him something like that out of nowhere! I am sorry Izuku but if it wasn’t for Halloween Town’s magic and Demon’s own demonic energy, you would be dead.” Mrs. Finkelstein reprimanded her husband and told the five year old.

“Wha – h – how?”

“Best to think of magic as an energy. Some people are born with the ability to use it and sometimes some people are given the ability to use it. You are a rare case of two different energies working together to bring you from the brink of death.” Jack thoughtfully explained as he tapped a bony finger on his chin. Dr. Finkelstein continued from where the Pumpkin King ended,

“Of course, it won’t have worked if you hadn’t been fighting to live yourself. See when Halloween Magic comes in contact with a recently dead body whose soul wishes to live again - it will bring the person back as the most appropriate undead creature.”

“But I’m not dead or undead.”

“Right – if you were, we would be having a very different conversation.” Mrs. Finkelstein commented with a wise nod, her husband continued on.

“The only reason that didn’t happen was because of Demon’s own energies.”

“Poor dear was so saddened when we thought you had died.”

“Wouldn’t leave your side for hours, that girl. Demonic energies have a range of powers so long as the user has control over it. Demon simply didn’t want your life to be ended so soon.”

“Wait does that mean I’m a demon now?!” The adults gave various laughs before Sally sat next to Izuku.

“No, you are still 100 % human. You will have somewhat enhanced senses and healing, but, that shouldn’t be too noticeable.” Izuku relaxed at Sally’s words. Still human, just some slightly inhuman bonuses. Not too bad, right?

“You could pass off your Halloween Magic as a quirk.” Jack stated with a wave of the hand, “It depends on the person but Halloween Magic takes different forms per resident.”

“So I can use the magic. I wonder how and what could the – ” Izuku started his muttering which none of the adults could understand. Mrs. Finkelstein was heavily reminded of her husband’s own incoherent muttering. Sally could only think of Jack when planning for Halloween. Izuku didn’t register the four’s expressions as he looked up every now and then. Slowly, Izuku’s form began to blur and change into a familiar looking creature. Once the blur was gone Izuku looked like a skeleton like Jack (in fact – he looks like a mini Jack).

“I’m a skeleton now!”

“Your Halloween Magic must let you change into whatever creature the residents of Halloween Town!” Dr. Finkelstein exclaimed as Izuku slowly shifted into a ragdoll like Sally. The boy returned back to his human form with a large grin over his face.

“I can become a hero with this!”

The four adults had a collected thought about the literal ray of sunshine sitting in front of them.

“Yes you can my boy! And all of Halloween Town will help you! The first hero of Halloween Town!” Jack picked the boy up and held him up high. Izuku’s eyes widen as tears of happiness started spilling out. Izuku bawled his eyes out with a shinnying smile. It was blinding.

“Before we help Izuku with his dreams, we need to get him home. We don’t want to keep him and his mother from each other.” Sally declared while patting the green haired boy.

“But don’t think you aren’t welcomed here as well. Halloween Town will be a home away from home.” Jack’s grin was infectious as he used a bony finger to boop Izuku’s button nose. Izuku giggle as tears began to dry.

“Little One?” A new female voice spoke as the strangest creature pawed its way in. With one look at Izuku, the creature’s one human eye widen with joy, “Little One!”

Here is what Demon looks like! https://blog-of-my-art.tumblr.com/tagged/demon

Note: Demon only refers to herself as “She” because her species of demon doesn’t have a concept of identity but the only thing she was ever called was “Demon”. It is the only thing she responds to even if she her self doesn’t call herself that.

She doesn’t want to lose another! She can’tlose another! sHE DOESN’T WANT TO FALL AGAIN!

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Warnings: Panic, wounded child, blood, a death, and feelings of being powerless

Word Count: 971

           She ran, paws hurting as she carries the child through the tunnel. Faster, she must go faster! The baby was bleeding – he NEEDS to see Dr. Finkelstein!

Her paste quickened as her shadows squeezed tighter. She will make sure the boy makes it! She won’t lose another child! Not on her watch! Dirt turned to stone and soon she bursted out of the mausoleum but never slowed down.

Not even stopping for the gatekeeper to open the graveyard gate, she leaped high over it and continued on her way. She willed the shadows to be tighter around the child’s wound even when shouts of the town citizens erupted as she rushed by. Her leader may have said something but she couldn’t stop for a moment. She will not let this one die on her. She has to save him!

She bounded past the doctor’s assistant who was tending to one of the many inventions of said doctor. Over the walls leading to the private chambers of the man in question. The cuts from the window didn’t register even with glass in her paw pads. As soon as she saw the person she was searching for, she shoved the boy into view of the duck faced doctor.

“What – Demon what is –”

“Save. Help. Hurt.” Her normally broken speech worsened by panic. Her shadows around the boy became more unstable as she now wasn’t worried about getting to the laboratory. Mrs. Finkelstein came to her husband’s rescue.

“Dear, the boy is bleeding. He needs help and quickly if he is to survive.” The doctor’s eyes widen before he started to move his wheelchair to his operation room. She followed with quick ease and swiftly placed the boy on the metal table.

“Darling, get me my instruments. Demon, place some cloth under the boy – that will help with clean up later.”

She went to work as the doctor instructed. The boy had a white sheet under him and a pillow under his head. The doctor hooked the boy to some medical machines that helped track how the child was doing. Mrs. Finkelstein placed her husband’s work tools next to him.

“Tend to Demon deer.” The doctor ordered his wife as he got to work on the boy. The doctor’s wife did just that. She paid no mind to the doctor’s wife pull the glass shards out of her paw pads. Her eyes were only focused on the boy and how Dr. Finkelstein worked on him. Her ears twitched at each beat of the heart monitor. The beeps were becoming far and few.

She got him here; the doctor will save the child. She didn’t want to lose another child. She didn’t want to fall into despair. She didn’t want to have to see a young life be buried again. She –

The heart monitor was giving the flat line. It was making the ringing noise. Her eyes widen in disbelief. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, No, NO, No, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! Not this time! NO! Not another!

She bolted from Mrs. Finkelstein’s care and next to the child’s side. Tears were already swelling up in her eyes. One cried salty water – the other cried blood. She began licking the boy’s chest in an attempt to wake or restart his heart. The doctor was yelling for his wife to get his lighting machine. She wasn’t paying attention to the husband and wife. She only saw the child.

His fluffy green hair like emeralds. His eight freckles that were placed on his checks like diamonds. His soft baby peach skin that caught the moonlight. His chubby checks that made him look younger than he really was.

She cried as her licks did nothing to help him. She lost him. She lost another child. She lost another kit. She lost, she lost, she lost, she lost, she lost, she lost, she lost, she lost, she lost … He was gone. Her tears mixed with the blood that was still spilling. Her tears mixed with the blood in the body.

Beep…………………………………… Beep …………………………… Beep………… Beep …… Beep ……. Beep… Beep … Beep … The heart monitor slowly started to come back alive. The small human lungs under her head began to breathe again! He came back! He came back! He was a fighter!

Dr. Finkelstein pushed her back into his wife’s care again but she didn’t care. He would live. She helped! She didn’t lose another one! Her tears were now that of happiness instead of despair.

He would live again! He would walk again! She’d be able to groom him! She would – a yawn stopped her thoughts. She was tired – the danger had passed. The boy would live and that is all she wanted. Leaning on Mrs. Finkelstein, her eyes began to grow heavy with sleep.

He would wake again. The boy would walk in the sun again. He was a fighter. He won’t let death take him. A go – getter he is.

Soon she was laid down next to the boy as the doctor worked on cleaning. The only evidence of the cut would be the stitch work across the boy’s chest. A few last licks over the fluffy mess of hair and she was content to rest.

Mrs. Finkelstein’s voice was in the background. The beeping of the medical machines faded into white noise. She listened to the real heart beat beside her. A purr started to rumble in her chest as she listened to the breaths of the boy.

She didn’t have to worry now. Adrenaline ran low – no longer needed. The pain in her paw pads could be felt but she paid no mind. She lay beside the boy she had helped save. For once her dreams weren’t nightmares.

For once, she wasn’t powerless.