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It was nearing sundown when the Pumpkin King walked over to Witches’ Goods. The Witch sisters, Helgamine and Zeldaborne, had been dozing off until they heard the familiar ring of their bell attached to the front door. They perked up behind the counter and eagerly leaned forward until they could spot the tall, thin figure of Jack Skellington strolling through their aisles. 

They both sighed in bliss, eyes fluttering as the skeleton approached them. Their still hearts began beating as they cooed to him. He always managed to do that  - get their blood flowing again until the vibrant green returned to their skin. Their King usually got his citizens riled up with his company…themselves included. He was such a debonair character - a gentleman at heart, who knew how to sway others with his charismatic smile. They couldn’t stop admiring his wide shoulders and thin frame, hidden under the elegant, pinstriped suit he wore. 

“Why, Jack! You’ve come right before closing time.” Helgamine greeted, twirling a strand of her black hair with a finger. 

“What is it we can do for you?” Zeldaborne added, observing his frame with devious eyes. 

He gave the two a polite nod. “Good evening, ladies. I’ve come for the special batch of roses I ordered?” 

Their postures fell as the sisters exchanged a weary glance. How could they forget Jack Skellington’s special order of three enchanted roses? When they first received it, they fought over *who* it could be for - Helgamine insisting the King had fallen for her charm, while Zeldaborne argued that he loved shorter girls. Their bickering ceased the moment he specified the color of red. He wanted them to be a shade of deep scarlet. When asked why, he simply insisted it was important and that he couldn’t accept the flowers otherwise. 

It didn’t take them long to figure it out. The only place one could find this, beyond the drips of human blood, was on top of the Mad Scientist’s daughter’s hair. Helgamine and Zeldaborne couldn’t stomach this fact. 

Zeldaborne sucked in a breath as she jumped off her tall stool. “I’ll get that for you right away!” 

In her absence, Helgamine fingered small circles on the counter. “They came out terribly. Whoever you’re giving them to must be such an unlucky girl…!” 

Jack sighed with melancholy. “If only she’ll accept them this time…” 

It was frustrating to see the Pumpkin King completely enamored with Sally Finkelstein. The ragdoll couldn’t spot his affections if they were right in front of her! Whenever she was in town, the citizens had to watch their King run over to her like a lovesick thing - helping her down whatever stairs he could, offer her countless blood lollipops and moldy cheese, and remained at her beck and call at all times. 

The infuriating part of it was - she was oblivious to the whole thing. It drove the Witches insane, to see him pine for someone who couldn’t differentiate him from a lamppost. If only they could ease him from this affliction…

“I don’t know why you bother with her, Jack! She’ll never realize how you feel. Why not go for someone who *does*..? Perhaps, someone you’ve known for a long ti-” 

“--Here they are!” 

Helgamine was interrupted when Zeldaborne came in, gently placing the roses in front of him. They were under a spell to remain alive and fresh for as long as possible, without any treatment, in order to maintain their vivid color. They wouldn’t wilt for many years, if things went right. A relatively simple spell they were more than happy to perform - but at a price…

He lit up at the sight. “Perfect! She’ll be sure to love these!” 

Zeldaborne hesitated. “Jack, are you sure that-”

She couldn’t finish her sentence, as he scooped them up in his arms and headed straight for the door. “--I don’t know how to thank you two enough! I’ll be back again!” 

The two women sighed as they watched him go, knowing that this night would go exactly as the others had….