devilish . trickster . charming

“A mysterious and devilish black cat who probably shouldn't be trusted... but hey- he has candy and an awesome bat! so

He probably is not actually a cat but a halloween spirit who lives off of cheesy, spooky magic... ”

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Once upon a time, many centuries ago, there lived a feline known as Stingy Jack due to his reputation of deception and trickery. He was a drunkard and often carried a bottle of lager wherever he went.

Somehow, the Mr. Devil had heard of his reputation. It was Jack’s time due to the alcohol in his system, and the Mr. Devil wanted to invite him to the underworld.

One evening, Jack stumbled upon a shadow in the trees, and lo and behold it was the Mr. Devil. Jack knew what this meant. He asked the demonic being to take him to one last pub visit before his demise.

The demon obliged, and led him to the nearest pub. When the time came, Jack requested that the demon turn himself into a silver coin so that his expenses could be paid. But instead of being spent, Jack put the disguised demon in his pocket next to a necklace depicting a crucifix.

Mr. Devil growled in the cat’s head to set him free, but Jack said he wouldn’t unless the demon granted him 10 more years of life. Mr. Devil reluctantly obliged.

That 10 years went by rather quickly, and as soon as the 10th anniversary of what was supposed to be Jack’s death day came, Mr. Devil showed up in the cat’s house, eager to drag the cat down to the underworld.

Jack said okay, but under one condition— an apple from the tree outside of his house, as he was hungry and didn’t eat for days, and the apple was simply too high up for his old bones to handle. 

Mr. Devil obliged once again and started climbing the tree. But as soon as he had the apple in his clawed hands, he looked down to see Jack with a smirk on his face and a circle of wooden crosses around the tree.

Mr. Devil was furious. He demanded the crosses be removed. Jack said he would, but only if his soul was spared from traveling to the underworld. The demon agreed to this, and he was able to get down.

Time progresses and alcohol took its final toll on the cat. As Death arrived, it informed Jack that the pearly gates weren’t an option, but because of the deal he made with the demonic entity, the fiery gates weren’t either.

Jack was therefore forever confined to roam the earth with only a hollowed out turnip and an eternally burning ember that Death brought him from the underworld. He would never truly move on. 

Jack, at first, was fine with this; he thought it’d be better than burning in a fiery inferno for the rest of eternity. Basically he was just living without the need to eat, drink or sleep. But purgatory was a hell in and of itself.

Jack wandered the land for the first 500 or so years, but then discovered that he could take advantage of the holiday known as Halloween, and almost completely changed his appearance.

During this time, he made many, many friends through his trickery and October hijinks. But his friends came and went. Jack had lived through so many deaths. And they’ve moved on. But he hasn’t. And never will.

Deep in the core of his confined soul, it hurts him badly. He tries to distract himself by spreading Halloween cheer. But it always haunts him, so to speak. He also hopes that maybe by spreading happiness, he will get accepted into the better afterlife... but it doesn’t work like that, and he knows that deep down.

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holds him up look at my fuckin son

His pet bat is named Shermy