Jack was used to the routine of the terrifying celebrations Halloween Town put on every year on the night of All Hallows’ Eve. He was bored and tired of the same old thing. And you heard him mourn the lack of excitement on the outskirts of your small town.

So the next year, when he put on a fake smile for all the congratulations and praise, you decided to change it a bit.

His skull perked up when he heard an unusual, or rather, unfamiliar, sound. Someone was booing. Booing him! While it upset many people, it interested him. He had never been booed before! Who could be doing such a thing?

Why, it was you! He shared no anger that the crowd presented as he observed your actions in the people around him. He smiled slightly, his interest peaked. This.. This was different. A difference he hadn’t expected, but a difference nonetheless!

And he loved the change. It arose something in his chest, where his heart was meant to be he felt a strong beat. You fascinated him. You excited him. You gave him exactly what he needed to be joyous about this routine again.