This is the story of my recently written, new, and beloved OC... I know Halloween already passed but this story doesn't have to do with it. The OC's name is Othello and if you read William Shakespeare's tragedy play, Othello, my OC's name is a clue of what will happen. Enjoy the story^^.
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Twas a long time ago on March 18, 1692 in Salem, Massachusetts, there lived a 17 year old man named Jack Lanlord. He lived in a cottage with his fiancee, Mary Skelleton. Jack was a orange-haried, black eyed dream boy who was every bit of a prankster. He would come up with annoying pranks that would pester the town.
One day, a girl was walking to school when Jack came by and met the girl. The girl shook hands with Jack, only to be shocked with electricity running through her veins. Jack had created the first electric hand buzzer. The girl didn't like the prank so she yelled. "WARLOCK! He shocked me with magic!!!" The next thing Jack knew, he was hanging at the gallows...
Jack didn't knew he was already, which was why he thought he was safe when he took the noose off and headed straight home to eat dinner. A knock was heard at the door.
"Come in!" Jack called as he was eating bread. The door slammed open with a loud THUD! Black smoke swirled around the area as a black, tall, skinny man with a black cloak on entered the room with a metallic sythe on his back.
"I come for you, Jack..." The figure groaned. Jack yelped with fright.
"Who are you?" The dead boy asked.
"Some call me by a lot of names. To you humans, I'm the grim reaper, but I perfer you call me Othello^^" Othello smiled in a friendly yet creepy way. Jack now knew that he was dead and his time has come to leave the earth. So what does Jack do exactly? Slam the door on Othello's face, that's what. Jack walked away from the door only to be bunoed into Othello's chest.
"Look kid, I don't like my job. You're just some bug-eyed creep who is a little too old to be playing with trinkets..."
"And you are some african wimp named after one of William Shakespeare's plays..." Jack had the comeback.
"Well...." Othello thought for a moment, "You're so white, you're like the burning sun!"
"You are so black, get in front of me and we can make an eclipse togeter." The orange head smirked. Othello growled.
"That's it, I'M KILLING YOU NOW!!!!" He raised the sythe at Jack.
"Whoa, hold your horses! I'll make a deal with you..."
"I'm listening..." Othello tapped his foot.
"Let's play a game with my cards. If you win, you kill me. Simple." Jack said casually.
"And if you win?"
"I win immortality and I'll decide how you control death..." Jack held out his hand, "Deal?" Othello hesitated before putting his hand to shake Jack's.
"It's a deal. But we use my playing cards..." The grim reaper took out black playing cards.
"I also invented an interesting trinket we can use. I call it... the playing dice!"
"Ummm, Jack... that's already invented, You Idiot!" Othello hit Jack upside the head.
"Here are the rules: We each get two cards each. If you want a card, say "Hit me" if you don't want another card say "Stay". Whoever gets close to 21 gets to tell the loser an order." Jack explained. Othello nodded. The game begun. By the time both players said stay, Othello had 10, Jack has 20. Jack won.
"Let's see, Othello... What to do?" Jack looked at Othello's cloak, "How about trading clothes with me?" Othello wanted to protest, but he never goes back on his word. So, he switched clothing with Jack. Oogie now wore brown pants, a white long sleeved shirt, and a brown sleeveless leather vest. Jack tried not to laugh.
"Laugh and I will automatically cancel our deal..." Othello glared. Jack quieted down. While Jack shuffled the cards, Othello went to the kitchen.
"I'm going to get a snack. Dealing with your life on the line is hungry work!" He called to Jack. A minute later, he returned to what seemed to be a truckload of food. He called that a snack!?
"What the hell? That's my wife's cooking down the drain!" Jack cried out as Othello wolfed down at the food. When he finished, Othello burped, then patted his now oversized stomach. He just turned himself obese (From weighing 80 pounds to 500 pounds) in half an hour. Jack breathed heavily in anger as Othello put down his cards which were 21.
"Is there anything you DIDN'T eat!?!" Jack fumed. Othello just shrugged.
"The table? I ate everything else... but I'm still hungry... Since I won this round, I demand you feed me right now!" Othello slammed his fist on the table. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Yes, your majesty. I'm at your command...." Jack pretended to be a zombie and droned in a monotoned voice. He went out to get food for his large guest. Anything that would help him win an immortal soul. It seemed to be a tie between the two rivals as the game continued... until Jack had a plan.
