Dr. Finkelstine's Creation
Halloween town, Two years later.
The droning whine of an electric wheelchair resonated
down the spiraling
hallway. The mad doctor's hunchbacked assistant faithfully
Another creation to bring to life.
Though Dr. Finklestine brought forth two synthetic
humans, the need to
create still flowed through his veins.
"Is the power up to maximum level?"
"Yes, master. Everything's ready."
The creation lay inert on a metal table. Her head
rigged up to a spider- web
of wire and electrodes. There was no going back now.
"Pull the switch!"
The laboratory exploded with light. From two metallic
shot through the creation's patchwork body. Finklestine
gazed in wonder
through his tinted goggles. Every volt stimulating
the fabricated brain.
A switch was pulled. The power turned off.
Hastily Dr. Finklestine wheeled himself to the creature's
She was. Though her very figure was held together
with stitches, the creation
was a thing of loveliness.
"You shall be called Millie."
Suddenly the being awoke. Her eyes darting every which
way, only coming to
halt on Finklestine's beaky face.
"Who.....who are you?" she managed to utter."
"Very good," the doctor grinned. "You grasp speech
well for being five
With his gloved hand, Finklestine helped Millie off
"Come, I'll show you to your......"
At the feeling of being touched, Millie involuntarily
belted her creator across
"Who are you?"
With great difficulty, Finklestine heaved himself
back into the wheelchair.
Adjusting the hinge on his head, the doctor regarded
"Hmmm....perhaps I put in too much strength. But no
matter. You'll come to
respect me in time."
Alone. Millie sat huddled in the shadow of her room.
Finklestine locked the fabricated girl away for her
In the darkness of solitude, a cracked mirror was
her only stimulant. For the
first time Millie discovered her appearance.
Trembling fingers crawled up her inky black hair.
It was curiously arranged
in three, spiky pigtails.
A dress of red patches and chunky leather boots adorned
But the focus of Millie's attention focused on the
many stitches along her
arms and legs. She even had them on her face.
With great interest she toyed with the thread connecting
With a snip and a tear the flimsy strand unraveled.
Her disembodied hand fell
to the ground. Millie watched in facination as the
appendage toddled about on
its own free will.
"You can come out now if you promise to behave."
The doctor had returned.
"Oh Millie, You lost your hand. Well I suppose that's
expected. Come on
we'll sew you back up."
Millie allowed herself to be drawn back to the glaring
lights of the lab.
The wiggling hand was dutifully reattached to her
After other threads were tightened, Dr. Finklestine
left his creation to her
own doing. For hours Millie explored her new surroundings.
Nothing escaped her attention. Everything from electrical
generators to the
Suddenly something caught her eye.
The front door was unlocked.
Millie burned with curiosity. What lay beyond Finklestine's
In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
The streets of Halloween Town.
A vast labyrinth of twisting, cobblestone roads and
To anyone else in the Holiday world, Halloween's citizens
were the most
fantastic oddities ever to be seen.
The harlequin demon whose head pivoted on his lower
The behemoth with an ax lodged in his skull.
Lock, Shock and Barrel. The mischievous trick-or-treaters.
To Millie's incredulous eyes everything was a vast,
The town was all so magical. Her senses were bombarded
with a million feelings at
The sights, the smells, the sounds.
Millie was in heaven. Being alive might not be so
bad, she thought.
Someone's coming. Not having been exposed to the other
citizens, Millie fled
for a hiding place. Crouching in the shadows, the
inquisitive girl observed
the strange people.
"This'll be one of the finest Halloween's yet.
Just a few more days 'till
the full moon and it'll be perfect." the man
His lady nodded.
"It certainly will. The Mayor's been at our
door all day with plans."
Millie couldn't take her eyes off them. The
man was a tall, skeletal
individual with a bat bow tie.
But it was the woman that truly caught her eye. She
looked just like Mille.
With the exception of red hair the lady could've passed
as her sister.
She continued to watch them with great interest.
The crimson-haired woman calmly pushed a black baby
carriage decorated with
little skulls. From the visor hung a cheerful
mobile of jack-o-lanterns and
ghosts. Millie hadn't the faintest idea what
the device was for.
Lord knows she'd never even seen a baby.
Darkness fell much sooner than expected. With
autumn heavy in the air, the
sun was setting earlier and earlier.
Millie took refuge by the skeleton man's house, lying
in the shade of its
tall, spindly tower. With glazed eyes, she stared
at the glowing windows.
Millie wanted so dearly to see the couple again.
Just to look at them from afar.
Suddenly an idea struck her.
Clutching a pebble, the rag-doll child hurled it at
the window. She made sure
to throw lightly. The entire pane of glass could've
Millie tried again.
Frustration boiled in her skull. Why couldn't
they hear her? She knew they
were in there.
Unable to bear the horrible buildup of anger, the
girl let her booted foot
fly into the rod-iron fence.
Her kick left a sizable dent in the post.
"Hello? Someone there?"
Millie froze. Her mind screamed for her to run,
but her feet stood still. The
man was coming. How would he react?
She didn't have long to think about it....
The narrow door opened with a creek and out stepped
the skeleton man. For a
moment, neither said a word.
Both unable of what to make of each other.
"I don't think I've seen you around. Have you
been in hiding?"
Burning with shyness, Millie shuffled nervously in
place. She found herself
unable to look him in the eye socket.
"Where do you come from?", he asked again.
"Are you lost?"
At last, Millie found her tongue.
The skeleton man understood.
"I'm Jack Skellington. I think you'd better
If Millie had been stimulated by the Halloween town,
the strange man's house
was like setting off skyrockets in her head.
Just like the lab, nothing
escaped her eager eyes. A smile melted on Jack's
bony face. Millie looked a
hearty sixteen, but acted like a curious child.
Suddenly she let out a tiny shriek. Something
was hovering around her feet,
"Down, Zero. What have I told you about jumping up
Millie's fear settled down. She couldn't help
but smile as the little ghost
dog playfully licked her face.
"Sally, come here a moment. We've got company."
The red-haired lady stood in the corridor, holding
a little bundle in her arms.
"Dr. Finklestine made you?", Sally asked . "I
thought he was done making creations."
Millie could only nod. She was far too interested
in the room's many strange objects.
"I guess in a way, that makes us sisters."
"Sisters?", Millie asked.
"Yes. Finklestine made me too."
The girl smiled warmly. For the first
time she felt camaraderie. There was
some one else in this strange world who shared her
But her attention quickly turned to the creature in
"Oh...this is Vincent. He's only a few months old.
Just started crawling."
Millie's eyes went wide in amazement. Little
Vincent looked just like his
father. He was already dressed for bed in jack-o-lantern
In her short life, she never saw such a thing.
With great care, Sally lay the baby skeleton next
to her newfound sibling.
Instantly tiny Vincent crawled towards the guest,
His bony little hands reaching out for a touch.
Suddenly with a jump that would've made a flea glower
in envy, Millie leapt
away from the baby. Her whole body shivering
"Vincent's not going to hurt you. He's just
But the girl wouldn't listen. She kept her distance
from Vincent for the rest
of the night.
I'll put the baby to sleep." Sally said. "I
think both of you will feel
better in the morning."
Sunrise in Halloween Town. Little Vincent was
the first to awake, crying for
"Is he okay?", Jack yawned.
"Yeah. He's just hungry. How's Millie?"
"Still sleeping", the skeleton man sighed.
"Hasn't made a peep all morning."
He was right. The patchwork girl hadn't stirred
since she first settled into
bed. Even when Jack opened the door to
check on her, she barely flinched.
"Quite the heavy sleeper." He chuckled.
Almost dropping his shrunken - head coffee mug, Jack
went to the kitchen
window. Dr. Finklestine was at the door.
For a moment, he wondered how the
wheel chair - bound scientist could've managed the
flight of stairs.
But then again, Finklestine was an inventor.
"Doctor!" Jack boomed. "What brings
you here at this hour?"
"I'm looking for a creation. She goes by the
name of Millie. She's been gone
for almost a day."
Skellington gingerly rubbed his chin.
"Black hair, red dress, a little on the short side?"
"Yes!" Finklestine exclaimed. "You've seen her!"
"Just ran past here a minute ago. Heading for
the town square."
The withered old scientist grumbled under his breath.
"Watch out for that one, Jack. Millie can be
dangerous. Especially when
frightened. Whatever you do, don't provoke her."