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“Really funny a’ you to assume I’m both lost n not looking for you, cher.” Leia stated, her voice like silk. She gave Ozzy a sly smirk that she hoped he wouldn’t ignore like he had on many multiple occasions. She pulled out the chair in front of her and took a seat. “What ‘chu doing her, Osweld?” She wondered with a knowing smirk etched onto her mocha skin. “Studying before school starts? How studious of you.”

"You do know that isn't my name." It was a bland complaint though, a familiar one. "But by all means, go ahead, it is better than the real one." Not really, he just knew that there was no chance it was going to change; if it hadn't in years it wasn't likely to suddenly. True, when they had been younger and practically towered over him Ozzy never argued the teasing, that was no longer the case but there was something settling about it that he would have missed if it had faded with time. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy her company, eventually, but he wasn't much for outwardly admitting it. 

"Working on my tan, clearly." He countered, eyes lifting from the screen of his phone to watch as she planted herself in that seat and signaled that they would, in fact, be having a conversation. Funny how she somehow bossed him around without saying a word. Well, he found it funny anyway. "And what are you doing? Actually going to class instead of plotting to take over the world?" He make an effort to look fitfully surprised at the possibility. “Don’t they revoke your villain card for that or something?”

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          “What do you think you’re doing?” Crossing his arms, the short young man turned to face the.. stranger, who was caught staring at him from across the art room. Ozzy wasn’t really unknown to Deux– he’d heard of him before, but they’d never truly encountered each other. Which is why Deux found it ever so strange that he was staring at him working. “If you want to watch me sculpt, you should ask first.” 

"Why would I do that? It's unsettling." Clearly far more so than simply watching the other people in the room, right? Well, Ozzy never really weighed the lesser of two evils on that one but it was also rare that he was called out for his curiosity either, so that was amusing in itself. Far more so than actually being there, his own artistic efforts were generally few and less likely to be subject matter that he entertained around most people. 

Since he had been slouched somewhat, habit of being tall, he straightened up a bit and regarded the stranger with his full scrutiny and a hint of testing expression. "Besides, I could have been watching anyone, but if you really insist on an audience I don't have much else to do at the moment, no."

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Uma rarely had a free afternoon to herself; often finding herself in a class, or studying for a class, or working an early shift in town. So it was the one day of her week when she had a chance to sit out on the lawn with nothing better to do than watch the people around her. She never wanted to overbear her old pirate crew, but as they sat and laughed and joked on the opposite corner of the lawn, she simply observed them to ensure there weren’t any problems or trouble afoot. 

It seemed that there was only one problem brewing, Uma realised as she walked toward a familiar, typically empty, corner facing her crew… and that was the fact someone had taken her spot. It was unheard of on The Isle; she had her turf and ruled it so much that if someone was even looking in her pathway, they would move away from her, typically anyway, unless they wanted to meet Harry’s hook. 

So as she walked over to the pale boy who was somewhat familiar, though she couldn’t quite place him - there were a lot of faces now between Auradon and The Isle - she couldn’t help her snarl of anger. “I think you’ll find that’s my spot.” Uma informed him, arms crossed, looming over him like a bad omen.

The afternoon had certainly gotten more interesting in the span of a few minutes. As a rule Ozzy had never avoided the pirates, they seemed no more and no less psychotic than anyone else around the Isle, but by default of his uneasiness around water and his habit of finding the chaos that followed them excessive he hadn't crossed paths much with many. It would have been impossible not to know Uma though, in the sense that people knew any looming presence of supposed anger and command. She was a maelstrom, if opinions were accurate, and while that itself did very little to ruffle Ozzy the conversation did catch his attention. 

On the Isle every day was something to prove, survival came down to being vicious and having the right air to a person. He had never had that tested much in the past by the innate awareness that his father was insane and by proxy clearly he must have been as well; but that was the Isle and supposedly the entire purpose of leaving was to not have to deal with those expectations every day. It was busy enough, his life, just trying to keep his brain on a relatively normal functioning path when in the incredibly misaligned setting made to stir up anxiety and the like; that really played hell on his self control when it came to his natural talents. 

"You realize there is nothing you can prove by snapping at me, right?" It was a question that was laced with actual curiosity and his shoulders hung slack. "It's a table, you can literally sit over there," he added with a vague nod of his head towards the other seats involved in the matter. "By all means, do, this conversation is already more interesting than my entire day so far." By that point Ozzy found the entire thing more humorous than even remotely off-putting, which was likely unwise with Uma but potentially the worst she was going to do at the time was punch him in the face and that wasn't anything entirely outside the scope of typical reactions he was used to.

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Ozzy didn’t get bored, on some basic level he refused the idea and kept himself occupied even if it meant he had to entertain himself with something as bland as studying. Not that he was doing anything of the sort then so much as occupying space near the far corner of the school grounds. He wasn’t, contrary to what his naturally pale complexion might insist, allergic to sunlight. Nor was he allergic to people, also contrary to what was likely popular opinion. He simply was adjusted to solitude by habit. 

No shock then as he scrolled through his phone and ignored the book on the table that he only glanced up when a shadow fell across the screen for longer than it should have taken for anyone to walk past him. 

“Well, I doubt you’re looking for me so I’m assuming you’re lost.” Brow furrowed with the words that barely reached any tone. More offhanded bemusement than anything that took as much effort as annoyance, really, he was far more even-tempered than most claimed, he regarded the other person with what then fell into expectant silence. 

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//sorry to be late to things, had to spend the weekend in post-op recovery for surgery but I’m around now. Drop me a note to plot? Or for a starter? I’ll have one up for Ozzy tonight, hopefully.// 

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Is that Bill Skarsgard walking around campus? Oh, no, that’s just Oscar 'Ozzy' Boogie, busy people watching and lurking around. I heard that he identifies as male and is 24 years old and a freshman at Auradon University, and he's majoring in History. He's the child of Oogie Boogie. No reason why he's guarded and sarcastic. But I heard he's also adaptive and swift-witted. Maybe that’s why he's called the Eccentric. He is staying in Agrabah Hall, #313. And his minor is Magic studies.

Oscar was born in the late evening under the gleam of a full moon, what many in town might have considered a favored sign if not for the fact that only a handful of people even knew the boy existed. He wasn't meant to, that was resoundingly certain, as the only child of Halloween Town's most vile monster there was no real joy connected to his arrival into the world other than perhaps from his mother but that poor lost soul was one he would never even have a chance to remember because she was so soon after removed from his life. Even that small comfort was denied, as his father would often remind him, because of his own selfish need for someone to look after him. It was a terrible thing to teach a child, to put the disappearance, and likely death, of his own mother on him. The world was not kind, that was the truth the boy was expected to know from the very start and one that would linger in his shadow constantly from the beginning.

It was by slim chance, perhaps, that he managed to see Halloween Town. His father was an exceptionally cold, cruel and violent person and by all rights should have spent his days on the isle but the Pumpkin King was determined to keep the affairs of his town to itself. Rumors were heavy enough that the place harbored all sorts of terrible creatures without the truth to Oogie Boogie being out in the open. It wasn't any favor to Ozzy though, he was forbidden to leave the tree house that served as home and prison for his father, his only companions in those earlier years being Lock, Shock and Barrel as they scurried around carrying out the demands of Oogie. It was, not surprisingly, a very sparse and lonely childhood and as he grew older and began to sneak out of the tree house during the day when Oogie slept the forest was no less welcoming, no less desperate. Wandering aimlessly eventually led him to the outskirts of town like a beacon. The bolder he grew, the closer he ventured, the more Ozzy saw for himself the lives of those who lived there and how good it seemed in comparison to his own. He was barely a ten when he finally started begging Oogie's trio to come along with them, carefully avoiding his father and overjoyed when they agreed so long as he kept quiet about it. For his part Ozzy already knew what would happen if anyone found out and he didn't want his father's anger either so it wasn't really a hard promise to make.

For a while nobody paid much attention to him but it wasn't long before suspicions began to trickle through the town and the sight of the newcomer, threatening the thin shred of chance he had at any freedom at all. Once Jack himself confirmed who he was the town cast a cold shoulder towards him, begrudgingly allowing his presence but otherwise ignoring that he existed; it was hardly what Ozzy had hoped for. The acceptance he had wanted was impossible to reach, maybe it was better than the constant fear of being at home but the ugliness of knowing people knew then the sort of misery he lived in and still refused to acknowledge it because of his father was a fresh wound.

It didn't mattering much though because in the end the Pumpkin King grew too wary of the bogeyman escaping and Jack banished him to the isle to suffer whatever fate awaited him. It was more difficult to justify sending Ozzy as well but he did, knowing there was nobody willing to take responsibility for the boy. It became obvious, then, that at least some of his father's words were true; in the end even monsters turn on each other.

Life on the isle was a different sort of day to day struggle and misery but if nothing else Ozzy was adaptive. He learned to survive, each day forgetting more and more everything but the necessity of survival. Surprisingly his father thrived on the isle, there were few there who didn't find appeal in deals the bogeyman could offer even if none of those deals were fair once they had been sealed. Oogie dealt in chance and it was often unkind, often tipped in his favor, and for all the wealth he amassed in that place he gained just as many enemies. Ozzy watched his father's sanity slip more and more, shouldered the burden of that madness and the endless demands and cruelty that went along with them. He built a wall around himself with rumors and lies, a shield to keep safe from the claws of those his father crossed and it served him well but it also became the very thing that made anyone wary of him. Nobody wanted to get too close to the bogeyman's son, not with so many speculations surrounding him, those sort of horrors were too much even for those already living in such a dire place.

When the chance came to return home Ozzy found nothing but dread in the idea, knowing his father was no long in his right mind and that he would be out for blood. He took a risk, convinced him to go back to the tree house and held out some weak hope that the old magic that held Oogie prisoner before still existed. Luck was on his side, at least so far as his father becoming trapped back in the basement, but less so with the burden that brought. Home was no more welcoming than before, even less so in fact, for the handful of months he remained there trying to sort things out. He grew used to the uncomfortable side-eyed stares from the local and learned to ignore the whispers that painted him as worse than his father. He had to be, after all, he had locked the monster away so he must have been more powerful and terrifying than the worst the town had ever seen. Ozzy was lucky, mostly, but he knew the rumors at least kept a web of confusion around him that afforded some safety both from his father's old 'friends' as well as the Pumpkin King.

It didn't stop him from turning his gaze elsewhere though, eyes set upon Auradon the moment he realized it offered more. Halloween Town, for all the pain it had brought him, would always be the place he belonged, as a monster how could it be any different? But he had plans to see what else he could reach first, starting with the promise of seeing more of the world than he ever expected to. If his luck ran out so be it, he was willing to take the chance.

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Ozzy is a bogeyman like his father, which means he is not strictly human. He has magic of his own as well as an inhuman biology. For the most part he seems human enough, yes, he certainly isn't at his core only insects and ruin the way his father is, but he isn't fully alive or dead either. Not at all uncommon for the residents of his home town, he still has trouble realizing that other people find it unnerving how entirely silent his steps are, how he blends so easily into the shadows, how his vision in the night is just as sharp as during the daylight. His looming presence is difficult to ignore, impressive height (he's actually around 6'4"), and naturally piercing gaze leaves an air of uneasiness around him.

His magic is stranger still; just like his father he can speak with spirits, can make deals with dark powers and offer them to others, at a cost, and just like Oogie his deals all come down to the roll of the dice. Ozzy himself doesn't make deals except when he has no other choice since the end results are out of his control, that magic is wild and often very dangerous but if cornered he learned from the best how to twist words to offer up what people think they want. The rest of his magic comes from fear, the need for it and his ability to inspire such things.

He can manipulate anxiety and terror, cause it to rise to a blinding point in people if he can latch into it and if he touches someone gripped by fear he can see the reasons for their terror in his own thoughts as clearly as if it were his own. This has led to restless nights and nightmares most of his life because even after the moment is gone the fear will return to him in dreams and torment him. A bogeyman's goal is to inspire terror but very few realize that they often fall into madness as they expose themselves more and more to the worst in the world and the horrors that exist in other people.

As something of a distraction Ozzy has a deep love for campy horror movies, finds them hilarious and will binge watch them endlessly. He never seems to tire of them and watching with rapt attention no matter how many times he might have seen them already. Very much the same goes for books, since leaving the isle it has been a guilty pleasure for him to amass stacks of novels that he spends the night reading when nightmares won't allow him to sleep.

Ozzy was taught mostly by Lock, Shock, and Barrel until he was exiled to the isle with his father, from there he attended Dragon Hall and did manage to catch up to his classmates. School was an escape from his father so Ozzy was more than happy to remain there as long as possible to study and learn whatever he could.

Ozzy isn't really the monster people assume him to be. He is withdrawn, sharp-tongued at times, and when it comes right down to it his social skills are rather lacking. But he is a product of the life he has led, both in his rough edges and his silent acceptance that people can be cruel. He does not think the world will change for him, in many ways he just wants to live in relative peace and deal with his own hints of madness as they stir under his skin. Some part of him envies others for the connections they make so easily but just as much of him refuses to trust easily anyone around him.

On the matter of trust; Ozzy's is incredibly difficult to earn but absolute when it is. His loyalty is unwavering and he is nearly obsessively protective of those he does care for. It's a very short list but also one very dangerous to test; crossing anyone that he looks after is the best way to see just how terrible he can be when pushed to show his teeth. There is no right or wrong to it; he doesn't care about morality when it comes to those who are important to him.

Not that Ozzy is the most moral person in the first place, no. He was never one to think right or wrong amount to anything but circumstance. His morality is very grey, questionable at times, but that comes very much from having to survive both growing up with a very abusive father and on the isle. Survival is the rule Ozzy lives by, and that means adjusting the typical morality. He does have ideals and values of his own but it's a personal code and, yes, parts of it aren't exactly what most would consider moral.

While Ozzy does consider Halloween Town his home, being that he knows himself to be a monster, he is not fond of the place or the people there. He has mostly given up on hating them as it does him no good, they're never going to feel regret for the way they left him to the intense abuse he suffered at the hands of his father, he has never forgotten it either. Even now he gets the cold shoulder from most residents and that suits him fine, many in town think him worse than his father for all the rumors that have built around him. His one point of true disdain is the Skellington family; Jack's feud with Oogie left him a poor leader and an even worse person for abandoning a child to torment all because he had a grudge to hold. Ozzy doesn't hold grudges anymore himself, not in the sense that he would act on them, but he very purposely wants little to do with the lot of them and avoids the entire family as much as possible.

Ozzy refuses to give Jack a reason to put him in exile as well and does not trust the Pumpkin King not to jump on the first chance to do so. He has a few cards to play with some of the secrets he has learned about the Pumpkin King if the man does try to force his hand, but for now Ozzy doesn't want to open those old wounds. When it comes down to it he doubts most people would be willing to listen to him.   When the time comes perhaps he'll show the town who their leader really is, since they all seem to be too blind to realize it.  

Even now Ozzy feels some sense of responsibility for his father; the man has lost his mind and become even worse with time. Thankfully Oogie is once more confined, for now, to the basement of the tree house and Ozzy himself lived for several months in the rooms upstairs. He takes great pains to make certain there is someone keeping an eye on his father in his absence, keeping the magical bindings strong and looking after him as much as is possible with the raving anger Oogie constantly clings to now. The fact is Ozzy is still afraid of him and that was one of the reasons he fled to attend college, just needing some room to breathe and a little peace. He knows eventually he will have to return, need to find a more lasting solution to his problem or, worst case, return to trying to survive his father's wrath while he keeps him locked away.

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Some monsters pretend to be human and some humans pretend to be monsters. Good luck at figuring out which one you are.

- I.S., @lunatic-poet (via lunatic-poet)

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