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King Falls AM - Episode 9: Jack in the Box Jesus

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Summary: September 1, 2015 - An alleged sighting of the Lord & Savior at a downtown fast food restaurant has the residents of King Falls ready for deliverance, meanwhile Sammy & Ben try to navigate the flood waters of this revelation.

[podcast intro music]

Mayor Grisham Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you that while it is a terrible inconvenience that our modern electronics are out— this is not the end of the world. It could be a refreshing change of pace! Instead of reading, on your tablet, go down to the King Falls library, and check out the real thing! Instead of texting your BFF, go enjoy some pancake puppies at Rose’s! and have a face-to-face chat. This isn’t as bad as it seems— and it could be a blessing in disguise.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy Good morning guys and dolls, you’re listening to King Falls AM—

Ben —That’s 660 on the radio dial.

Sammy And this is day 13 of what has been dubbed the King Falls Electrolocaust.

Ben This has easily been the hardest two weeks of my professional career.

Sammy It has been tough, but Ben and I want to thank you, and everyone out there listening, for the continuing support of the show.

Ben We got another doozy of a show for you tonight, King Falls. During hour two, we’ll be interviewing Maria Chandler, manager of the King Falls Apple store, and speaking about the effects the shut down has had on business.

Sammy As well as fielding your calls and talking about whatever’s clever this evening.

Ben I miss computers, Sammy. I miss the schedule. Our automated systems, my alarm clock. I’ve went through three the legal pads in two weeks!

Sammy [sympathetic] I know, buddy.

Ben I would literally watch Channel 13 if given the chance.

Sammy Wow. That’s saying a lot.

Ben [softly] I need my life back.

Sammy King Falls, how are you taking the modern electronic shut down of 2015? Are you refreshed? Reliving the mid-90s? Or— are you falling apart like our dear Ben Arnold?

Ben I’d listen to boy bands, to have a working smartphone. I’d wear, puka shell necklaces and sell my pog collection,[1] if you give me five minutes with my email.

Sammy Look on the bright side, Ben. You’re spending all your free time down at the library, and I haven’t called you out on it!

Ben That’s calling me out on it.

Sammy Eh-Well- and you know it’s nice hearing the birds tweeting instead of @kingfallsam. I’m not saying I don’t miss it but, I’m enjoying this a little bit.

Ben ♫It’s tearing up my heart when I’m with yoouu♫[2]

Sammy The references are not gonna bring back your goods.

Ben [hurt] Dammit Sammy, let’s just take a call from our jury-rigged phone system.

[bg music being provided by Chet’s record player]

Sammy You’re live with Sammy and Ben.

Cynthia Yeeaah, I wanna talk about the outages.

Sammy Cynthia Higgenbaum, ladies and gents. How are you doing during this electronic crisis?

Cynthia [blissful] I feel the warm embrace of the chastity belt that’s been placed on society. I’m relieved, de-stressed, marvelous!

Ben *chuckling* Whoa, heh, that’s- that’s a heck of a change!

Cynthia [suddenly aggressive] What are you trying to say, Ben?

Sammy It’s just you’re usually- you’ve been a little… pessimistic in the past.

Cynthia [mostly calm again] Ohhh, I still have problems; I’m full up with issues. But right now, I don’t have to worry about what websites my husband is perusing, what brain-dead TV my kids are watching— I’m at peace! It’s just me and my harlequin novels. Plus, with Jesus back and all—

Ben [jokingly suggestive] 50 Shades of Cynthia

Cynthia [angrily] Don’t be filthy Ben Arnold! I Know Your Mother!

Sammy I-I’m sorry, Cynthia— did you just say that Jesus is back?

Cynthia [gossipy tone] Have you guys not heard the news?

Ben Is she talking about Jesus Jesus?

Cynthia There’s only one.

Sammy Wellll, I think Mexico would disagree, but please tell us why you think Jesus—

Cynthia [snappy] I don’t think Sammy, I know! [softer] Earlier this evening, he was spotted glowing and speaking in tongues at Jack in the Box.[3]

Ben The one off Main Street or Red Oak Avenue?

Cynthia Ew, nobody does to Red Oak.

Sammy [softly] Jack-in-the-Box-Jesus.

Cynthia Oh, Hell no! I will not participate in that blasphemy. You’re gonna get smited—

Sammy Oh, I- I mean- I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to, uh—

Cynthia Tell it to Satan! In Hell, Sammy! [hangs up forcefully]

[dial tone]

Ben This is big.

Sammy [slightly reluctant] If you or someone you know has had a sighting of *clears throat, Ben laughs* Jack in the Box Jesus please give us a call. Uh, 424-279-3858

Ben You’re on King Falls AM.

Deputy Troy Now I know what you’re thinking: how could the second coming of God’s only son happen and ol’ Troy here didn’t clue you in.

Ben Not what I was thinking.

Sammy What do you know Troy?

Deputy Troy Well I got a suspicious persons call out at ol’ Yack[sic] in the Box around 9. So, I hit the lights and cruised over to see what the fuss was about. And lo and behold, back by the dumpster with a mess of people looking on— there he was.

Sammy Now, are you really telling us that— [still reluctant] you saw, or, you believe you saw the son of God and the King of Kings bangin around outside the Jack In The Box?

Deputy Troy Well, he was a man. Somebody’s son, no doubt. Bearded. Good lookin’, if-if you’re into that sort of thing. He had a robe on—

Ben [cutting in]We can solve this right now. Was he white or was he black?

Deputy Troy He was more of a greenish color. Like a glow really.

Sammy The man had an aura around him.

Deputy Troy It was shinier than a damn Fukushima foxhound, fellas. Like, I felt a need to put on the old aviators, but I- I didn’t want to be cliché.

Sammy Alright, Troy. So, work with us here; you’re in the back of the Jack in the Box, there’s a uh, a Jesus-type guy—

Deputy Troy Just-a-ramblin’ on.

Ben Speaking in— tongues?

Deputy Troy Speaking in somethin. The last time I heard gibberish like that was comin’ from the back of my Chevy with Shell Snyder’s daughter.

Sammy So what happened next?

Deputy Troy Well a group of looky-loos had descended, as I said, and since it was only me, there was no perimeter set up yet. So I start ta approach this glowing Christ and somebody— Roy Higgins if you gotta know/— hollered out “It’s Jesus!” and the whole parking lot just went bonkers!

Ben Well, di-did you speak to the guy?

Deputy Troy Damn skippy. I told Roy that this was official police biz. And he shouldn’t be squawling around like a little baby.

Ben No, Jack in the Box Jesus.

Deputy Troy Oh, well no. I- I turned around and he was gone. Split right off into the woods, I suspect.

Sammy Did you follow him?

Deputy Troy Sammy. So you’re tellin me that you’d follow a 6-foot-tall and glowing perp into the woods??

Sammy [muttered] Point taken.

Ben So any other sightings?

Deputy Troy Well, not as of yet. But there were so many people they could’a had a revival in that parkin’ lot. So I’m guessin’ that’s how word spread so quickly. And without internet, too? That’s pretty damn impressive.

Sammy Is there an APB out or anything?

Deputy Troy For what, dilly-dallying around with a jumbo jack? He wasn’t doin nothin bad. Just acting a fool— Lord forgive me— where he shouldn’t’a been.

Ben And glowing.

Deputy Troy That’s right.

Sammy Well, please let us know if get any more info on this, Troy. We’d appreciate it.

Deputy Troy You bet. I’ll be sure to keep you boys and the listenin’ public informed. But if you should happen to stumble upon Jesus? Do not approach, bother or pester. You just call up Ol’ Deputy Troy.

[hangs up]

Ben …or your local church. [dial tone]

Sammy Deputy Troy, ladies and gents. Now we’re just going to take a quick break and hear from one of our new sponsors: Carl’s Candy!

Ben Yeah I don- I don’t think we should play this

Sammy What? Ads pay the bills remember?

Ben Folks, as a workaround with all the tech issues, uh, I went out and recorded a few spots of some of our sponsors- uh, new and old. Emphasis on Old, after this one.

Sammy Okay, so the audio is bad.

Ben *sucks in breath* You could say that.

Sammy This company’s paid up! They’re scheduled in one of your many notebooks. Let’s do this. We’ll be right back folks.

[slow, creepy xylophone music]

Carl [voice is soft and creepy, like you expect from a guy who offers kids candy from the back of a van] Do you know why they call it a blow pop? I sure do. And if you come on down to Creepy Carl’s Candy, I’ll fill ya up! I mean in. [whispering] It’ll be our little secret.- A sweet tooth is a terrible thing to waste. Come find a new sugar daddy to butter your fingers at Creepy Carl’s! Come in and grab a sack of Carl’s Boston baked beans while you’re at it. Oops, one fell in my pocket. Free if you can find it! *Ben groaning “oh no”* Every child’s welcome at Creepy Carl’s, big mouths, small mouths, white mouths and brown mouths. We’re equal opportunity! And just cause they shut down the ol’ brick and mortar doe’n’t mean you can’t buy it from my van. Be sure to ask your parents’ permission first, kids. Creepy Carl’s Candy, where the suckers don’t suck themselves. [Police sirens]

Deputy Troy [through megaphone] Carl, turn off your ignition. You are too close to the school zone.

Carl I gotta go! Catch ya later [tires squealing]

Ben [desperate, in bg] The mic!

[sirens fade out]

Sammy … Never again.

Ben I tried to tell you.

Sammy I know. Let’s never speak about this.

Ben [whispering] I need a shower.

Sammy *sigh* …Moving forward, we were just talking about a sighting that happened a few hours ago around the 9 o’clock hour, just off Main Street. It seems quite a few people believe that we may be experiencing a religious phenomenon. Perhaps the second coming of–

Ben [slightly gruff impression] “Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years!”[4]

Sammy *chuckles* Right, let’s go to the phone lines.

Ben [happily] That was good though right?

Sammy It was good. Good evening, you’re live on King Falls AM.

Reverend Hawthorne Ask and ye shall receive! King Falls-uh. It is the gooD Reverend Xavier “Right. With. Gaawwd-uh” Hawthorne.

Ben Reverend Hawthorne? Are you back in town?

Reverend Hawthorne [speaking over Ben] The One and Only, and we are turnin’ the wagons arounD as we speaK-uh. And we’re headin’ back to my flocK-uh. How’re y’all feelin’ tonighT, King Falls- I said How are you, Feelin’!

Sammy [softly] We’re feeling alright.

Reverend Hawthorne Praise GoD-uh! Hallelujah! Now a little birdie, uh-just chirp’n on my shoulder, told me there was a SighTing. A Vision. Dare I say it, eyeballs were laid on our Lord and Saviour at a burger joint in our fair city.

Sammy Yeah, about 9 o’clock here.

Reverend Hawthorne Could it Be-uh! that our 5-week-revival worked. Could it Be-uh! that our prayers have been brought forth the lamb of God-uh. Can I get an amen!

Ben Reverend Hawthorne we—

Reverend Hawthorne Amen! This miracle-uh, this sight from our God-uh, perched on a Mountain of Sanctity, says that he is ready to lead-uh, his most Highly Favored, Congregation bacK to the promised land. Gimme some organ, Deacon Reggie [organ music begins playing in bg]

Sammy [aside] Do you think Reggie has to wheel that thing around just in case?

Ben This is getting good.

Reverend Hawthorne Play it dirty, brother. We are going Home-uh. Take us back to Calvary, take us BACK-uh! … Samuel, Benjamin may I ask you gentlemen if you have a relationship-uh with the Author of the E-ternal Sal-vation; [organ goes silent] [softly] are ya saved?

Sammy I’m—

Reverend Hawthorne Then let me tell y’all, [organ starts again] because if you aren’t-uh, I’m coming back to town. One weekend only, the Xavier “Right with GoD-uh” Hawthorne Experience will be wheelin’ bacK into King Falls Fairgrounds this very night-uh. We are hoping to get One- On- One with the Risen Christ and start preparin’ for Kingdom Come. But just like old Xavier, you gotta come on down-uh so we can get you TurnT uP With GoD-uh. [click, dial tone]

Sammy Xavier? Hello?

Ben He’s, gone. Sammy.

Sammy Well, you heard it here first folks. Xavier Hawthorn’s Travelling Roadshow is coming back to town. Will Jack in the Box Jesus make his stage debut?

Ben [muttering] Tch- Jesus.

Sammy Literally.

Ben Do you think we could get an interview? Would it be Mr. Christ? Or-

Sammy Something tells me that there is something more to the story than what we’ve heard so far, Ben.

Ben Tsk. I get that, but this is King Falls, Sammy.

Sammy What a perfect place to make a return: a rinky-dink town with no internet.

Ben Line- [muttered] dammit, there’s only one line. Uh, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Archie Good evenin’ fellas!

[small dogs barking in bg]

Sammy Is thi-

Archie It’s Archie Simmons!

Ben He-ey Archie, how’s Princess Von Barktooth?

Archie Well, I do have news concernin’ the princess, and I just want to possibly recant some info from our previous call a few weeks back.

Sammy About the werewolves?

Archie Correct.

Sammy Wow. I mean, you sounded pretty convinced that you saw a werewolf.

Archie And now I’m saying that maybe I was misinformed.

Sammy I think you should probably tell Troy and the Sheriff’s Office, Archie.

Archie *giggles* You silly Sally, Troy’s on his way over now

Ben Why the change of heart, Archie?

Archie Well, new information has come to light boys, I mean with the Divine One making his triumphant, and let’s be honest, dramatic return to King Falls.

Sammy You’re talking about the glowing man at the Jack in the Box?

Archie [softly] Let’s be real here, it’s the J-Man, of course a heavenly carpenter would pick King Falls. So many projects to keep busy with.

Sammy [dryly] Uh-huh.

Archie Plus, with the princess and this new information, we have to believe this.

Ben You keep saying that, what’s going on with the princess Archie?

Archie She’s in a delicate condition.

Sammy Oh, of course. I mean she’s been through a lot.

Archie *giggles* No Sammy, I mean she’s with child. Ch-children. Puppies? There’s a bun in my $2400 oven boys!

Sammy Wait. She’s pregnant? From the werewolf attack?!

Archie [softly again] Well, that’s the thing. While I believed in my heart of hearts that the hillbilly beast from the trailer park had gotten to the princess, I think…

Ben What. What do you think Archie?

Archie I mean it was dark, I know it was a full moon but I was scared and recently awakened, sleep in my eyes etc. and so on.

Sammy You don’t think it was the werewolves.

Archie I’m thinking with this new evidence and the fact that I saw a long-haired, bearded man in a Biblical Act— Yeah I-I- I think- there’s a chance it could have been [whispering] the man upstairs.

Ben [stern] Upstairs from whom?

Archie Mankind! Come on Ben, get with the picture!

Sammy He’s saying that because there’s been a holy sighting tonight- which we should all be a little bit doubtful of- then maybe it wasn’t the werewolves, but the Alpha and the Omega.

Ben No! NO WA- That’s too much, Archie. You saw the werewolf. He looked you in the eye and howled at the moon.

Archie I don’t know what kind of weird things Jesus is into.

Ben No way. This is ludicrous.

Archie You just wait and see Ben! The princess may have lost her Westminster dreams, but it was all part of God’s plan.

Ben We’ve got to go Archie *laughs* you’re crossing a line that we cannot cross at King Falls AM.

Archie Judge Not, lest ye be judged boys. Kardashians[sic] 3:16 or a Psalm or something. I think Troy’s coming around the bend anyways boys, laters!

[click, dial tone]

Sammy You know? When I walk in the door every night I say to myself, “Nothing’s gonna surprise me tonight” And more times than not, I am just Dead Wrong.

Ben Let’s give the phone a rest for a moment, Sammy, the record player is just begging to be used.

Sammy *chuckles* Not a bad idea Ben.

[phone pings]

Ben What? *gasps* My phone! [several pings] OHH it’s back baby!

Sammy Me too! What’s going on?

[pinging continues]

Ben What’s up! Oh my God, I could literally kiss the apparition of Steve Jobs.

Sammy Hey, I’ve got a text here, Unknown Number.

Ben Okay, what does it say?

Sammy “I- I know why this happened. I know how to stop it. We need to talk“

Ben What?

Sammy No, that’s what the text said.

Ben You don’t think this has anything to do with… Thank You, Jesus.

[KFAM outro]

[CREDITS]

References:

[1] Pogs - Pogs, generically called milk caps, is a game that was popular among children during the early-mid 1990s. The name pog originates from POG, a brand of juice made from passionfruit, orange, and guava; the use of POG bottle caps to play the game preceded the game's commercialization.

[2] “It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you” - Lyrics to the song “Tearin’ Up My Heart” by NSYNC, an American boy band from the mid-90s

[3] Jack in the Box - American fast food chain, primarily along the west coast and southern states.

[4] “Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years” - lyrics to the song “Mama Said Don’t Knock You Out” by LL COOL J (also came out in the 90s)

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: alone among the couples; adam page

Notes:

okay so this was another one sent to my main’s ask box by @vonschweetz and I wanted to post it to here, on it’s own post and all that jazz.

Summary:

All Novalee wanted on her birthday was to go out and have a few drinks. Not be dragged to some charity speed dating thing and get into a bit of a confrontation with her ex. A confrontation she’s saved from by Hangman. Cute fluff ensues.

Warnings:

uhh, fluff and awkward situations, maybe?

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Novalee.

“ Okay, I think this is obviously my cue to leave.” Nova’s eyes darted around the table and she fidgeted with the stack of leather and bead bracelets circling her wrist. Her sister caught her eyes from a few tables up and smiled and Nova gave her a pointed glare.

Only her sister would drag her to a speed-dating type thing… On her birthday.

Because fuck Valentine’s Day, it was her actual birthday, right now. And Nova was suddenly having trouble remembering exactly why she agreed to tag along. Why the hell was she even here was definitely the current thought on her mind.

Oh, wait, right. I know exactly why I’m here now.. Because my younger sister gave me that fucking begging look that always makes me cave in, Nova thought to herself as she waved over the host walking around with a tray of drinks. After grabbing one, she slammed it back and took a deep breath and tried like hell to find a single shred of silver lining in her current situation.

And she’d been just about to slip out quietly when he walked in. She had no idea who on earth he was, but the man was… Like he stepped straight off the cover of some cowboy erotic novel, from the hair sloppily thrown into a man bun to the fitted jeans.. By god, the guy even had a button-front shirt that looked like something Lane Frost would’ve worn back in the day, with roses sewn across the top.. This man was literally every single dirty dream Novalee Cane had ever had in her entire life. So of course, she was extremely distracted and not even halfway listening to the guy sitting across from her droning on and on and on about how many kids he wanted and various other shit that Nova frankly didn’t care about. When her dirty fantasy cowboy grabbed the bachelor sign-in sheet, two things happened..

First, she nearly choked on the whiskey she’d just taken a sip of. Second, she found herself unable to look anywhere else in the area of the little bar they were in presently but right at him. She tried like hell to tear her eyes off several times, so it wasn’t for total lack of trying.

The timer went off to signal that all the bachelors participating in this whole farce of a charity event to switch tables and Nova grumbled and stood the second her ex-fiance was seated in front of her.

“Novalee?”

“Nope, hell no, not gonna happen.” Nova started to turn and walk away from where she’d been sitting, grumbling about the thousand of other things she could be doing on the night of her birthday than sitting across a table from the biggest sleaze in the state and in her rush to get away, she managed to bump right into the man she’d been staring at so intently.

Adam steadied the petite blonde and as their eyes met, he found himself getting mesmerized by light brown eyes. Her cheeks were aflame with a blush and she was biting her lip… Which called attention to the plumpness and the light pink shade and had Adam coughing quietly as he tried to pull his eyes away. He looked at her in concern. “You okay, darlin?”

“I.. uhh..”

“Nova, honey, just sit back down. See? You’ve gone and made a scene now. All I wanna do is talk to ya.”

“Logan, for the love of fuck just stop talking. That’s literally all you ever do.” Nova tensed and Adam felt the exact second she did and his gaze settled on the man sitting in the seat across from her own. Adam nodded to the guy. “He botherin you, darlin?”

For some reason, it was almost as if Nova’s mouth and brain chose that exact second to stop working properly or together. All she could do was open and close her mouth and nod as she stared up at him.

Just the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability she felt right now was equal parts frustrating and hot. There was just something about the man currently gripping her upper arm gently that screamed protector. Or that he could be trusted.

Adam chuckled and quietly muttered to Nova, “I’m gonna take you noddin your head as a yes. And in that case…” his eyes settled on the man she’d called Logan a few seconds before and he stared him down intently. “What you’re gonna do, man… Is get up and leave the seat. Because I’m takin over your speed date.”

He hardly ever did this anymore. The last time he’d done something so cocky, he’d been playing a heel wrestling gimmick. But there was just something about the petite blonde in front of him. He’d noticed her when he walked in and he’d actually been walking over to get a better look.

Maybe work up the nerve to pop up at her table later.

He hadn’t been intending all this to happen. But he wasn’t going to not shoot his shot, either.

Something had to go right for him, damn it.

Logan smirked at the stranger who’d wandered over, wanting to play hero. He stood straight, looking like he wanted to square up. “Oh yeah? And who the hell are you, huh?”

“Logan, jesus..” Nova rolled her eyes and took them off her ex, turning to look up at Adam. “He’s a waste of air.” she was trying to curb impending doom and get things neutralized because the entire room of people was staring at them, watching things play out. Nova hadn’t ever really liked being… The center of attention or making a scene.

Especially not here, not in her hometown where she knew full well that people would go home to gossip about it.

Logan eyed the other man, waiting. Giving him the most challenging look he could muster. Adam laughed and shook his head, stepping away from Nova and closer to the table the other man stood behind. He leaned in and smirked as he mumbled quietly, “You gonna get lost or am I gonna have to make ya? Because I’ve got no problem doing that.” as his eyes darted over the other man, sizing him up. Adam stood straighter, all squared up with his fist clenching and unclenching as if he’d throw a punch at any second.

Logan realized that people were staring and that if he didn’t leave, he’d be escorted out and he grumbled quietly, “You can have the hellion. It ain’t worth it.” waving them off right as the buzzer to switch went off and everyone seemed to turn their attention back to swapping dates.

Everyone but Adam and Nova, of course. They were standing in the middle of rows of tables, staring at each other. And then, before Nova could stop herself, she was nodding to the back of the bar, where people who’d already found a date for the evening they were satisfied with were seated and dining. “Look, I didn’t even wanna participate in this anyway, especially not on my birthday. But when you walked in, I..” Nova stopped, trying to come up with just the right thing to say that didn’t seem to make her sound cheap or desperate.

Adam reached out, tucking his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her eyes back up. “Yeah?”

“If you want to… I.. We could just take ourselves out of this and go over there? Maybe have a drink and get to know each other a little better?” Nova tilted her head slightly to look at him better and Adam’s breath caught in his throat, but he did his best to play as calm and cool as possible.

All he’d wandered back to this area of the bar to do was try to find the pool tables. He didn’t realize they were doing a speed date thing tonight, but when he’d seen her sitting there, bored out of her mind if the look on her face was anything to go by, he’d wound up making a snap decision to sign himself into the event.

He hadn’t thought he’d get this far, so he had no actual game-plan.

He chuckled and took a deep breath, nodding eagerly and admitting with a shrug, “Hell, darlin, the only reason I signed into the damn thing was to come talk to ya. I kinda wandered back here because my buddy, he owns this place and he usually has pool tables back here.. Was just gonna drink and play pool until I saw you sittin there..”

… Okay, easy fella. You’re ramblin and it might come off wrong… Hangman almost took it back but the way her eyes lit up and she started to blush made him smile too and he decided against it. She bounced around where she stood a little, clapping her hands together as she grinned up at him.

All he could think to himself was that smile could literally make him agree to anything. He slipped his arm around her and they walked over to the sign out area, signing themselves out of the speed dating event and into the little makeshift dining area.

There was a booth in the back and Adam lead her over, letting her sit down. He sat down next to her and for a few seconds, neither of them really said anything. Finally, Adam had to ask the question burning in his mind.

“Why were you even in that if you didn’t wanna be, darlin?”

“Younger sister guilt-tripped me. She tried to make this seem like my ‘birthday present’ initially, but when I tried to nope my way out, she turned on that no-fail begging look of hers..” Nova shrugged and sighed.

His cologne smelled almost good enough to eat. Clean and crisp and just a hint of warmth.. Spicy, almost. She caught herself moving closer to him a little bit and started to apologize but he chuckled and shrugged. Then it seemed to dawn on him what she’d mentioned about her birthday and he grinned. “Today’s your birthday, darlin?”

“Mhmm. And it started off shitty like all the ones before it. But maybe it’s turning around?” Nova fidgeted with a red napkin sitting in the middle of the table and Adam chuckled, smiling as he watched her. “Maybe it is.”

Nova laughed softly as it hit her, she hadn’t even asked him his name yet. Or properly thanked him for the assist earlier. “We did this completely backwards.”

“I was just thinkin that myself, darlin. What’s your name?”

“Novalee. What’s yours?” Nova asked as she reached for a menu from the stack and promptly pumped her fist when she realized that a popular barbecue place in town that she loved to eat at was the catering for tonight’s event. “Oh god, ribs, here I come.” she laughed and blushed when she looked up and over to find Adam staring at her intently and smiling.

“It’s Adam. Nice to meet ya, Novalee.” Adam chuckled at their late introduction and then leaned into her a little. Nova held the menu between them, pointing out all the food she’d tried from the place in charge of the catering tonight. Adam wasn’t even really listening, he was just sort of caught up in the moment. A waiter came around, taking their order and Adam barely managed to pull himself out of his own head to give his order.

Nova giggled and when the waiter got to her, she shrugged. “I’ll have the same. I haven’t really eaten the brisket before, so let’s try it.” The waiter walked away, leaving the two of them alone again.

“So, Adam.. Tell me more about yourself? Do you always go around saving damsels in distress like earlier?”

Adam shook his head and took a breath and a drink of the drink he’d ordered answering, “Not usually no, but I wasn’t gonna just miss the chance to talk to ya, Nova. There’s really not much to tell? I’m here for a few days for work.”

“For work, huh?” Nova bit her lip as she gazed at him. “What do you do?”

“Wrestler.” Adam answered as he took another sip. “Although lately, not a good one accordin to so called friends.”

It hit Nova then, the wrestling show she’d almost blown this entire thing off to go see. It was a house show, but she’d thought it seemed kind of interesting. Her friends had all been begging her to come out to it, but she’d declined.. To do this. Because her little sister wanted to and her little sister hadn’t been home in almost 4 years, so she’d missed her.

Nova gave a quiet laugh and caught his gaze. “I literally almost went to that one put on earlier. But my sister, she hasn’t been home in four years.. So I decided to do this.”

… well if that’s not a sign of some kind I don’t know what is… Nova thought to herself but she didn’t dare say it. Adam must have been thinking the same thing, because he chuckled and mused aloud, “That’s somethin.”

Deep down, he was a little glad she hadn’t gone to the show, because tonight hadn’t been good or kind to him at all. They’d had a match against another tag team and again, Kenny went into theatrics because they lost. Tried to blame him for it. And yeah, maybe it had been his fault. Maybe his head wasn’t in the match.

It still just didn’t sit right with him.

He shoved that out of his head. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin this by stewing over what happened yet again earlier in the night. He’d much rather focus on what was happening right now.

“Everything okay? You looked upset right then.” Nova eyed him in concern and Adam shrugged, taking a few more sips. “Just had a bad night earlier.”

“Oh. I know that feeling.” Nova nodded and then she gently grabbed his hand. “Let’s get your mind off that, alright? Unless you want to talk about it?”

“I’d rather not, but thank you darlin.” Adam made himself smile again and added quickly, “I’d really rather enjoy tonight.”

He stood and held out his hand when an older Toby Keith song started to play. Nova gave a soft giggle and took hold of his hand, letting him pull her up from the table and pressing against him as soon as he had.

His arms slipped around her waist and her arms went around his neck, laughing when she had to stand on the top of his feet just to come close to reaching his mouth if she were to go in for a kiss like she was beyond tempted to do.

“Hey Adam?”

“Yeah, darlin?”

“You enjoyin tonight yet?” Nova was leaning up, tugging the collars of his shirt to try pulling his mouth down closer to his. Life was too short to hold back. She might not ever even see the guy again.

And she knew she’d regret it forever if she didn’t at least try to go for a kiss.

Adam’s lips parted in a quiet gasp as her mouth caught the corner. Chuckling, he squeezed her lower back, lifting her up a little more as his mouth overlapped her mouth and he muttered quietly, “One hell of a lot more, actually.” as his tongue slipped past her lips slowly, massaging her tongue as he deepened the kiss and gripped her tight against him.

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Prologue | An Offer You Should Refuse

Just like that, Shuuzo is gone?! You hardly got to know them but… But they seemed so nice. But before you have a chance to vocalize your anger, despair, or fear the dog speaks up to relieve you of some of your worries.

“Nah, don’t worry about that little fella. It’s not like I killed ‘em or anything. Just had to get ‘em out of my hair for a little bit. Those komainu are like ticks and fleas to us inugami. Nothin’ more than thorn in my side, but they ain’t exactly easy to get rid of, either.”

Even if Shuuzo is still alive, you can’t help but feel uneasy around this new creature. After all, you’re not sure you’d get to come back sometime later if the inugami had done the same to you.

“Now then. Yer all probably wonderin’ why I’ve brought ya all here, right? It’s only human nature to worry about such things. Kehehe. Well first of all, the name’s Daisan, though that’ll be Master Daisan, to ya! Second of all, I brought ya all here to play a little game with me.”

A game…? Why do you feel like it’s not going to be as easy as a round of Candyland.

“It’s simple. These mists outside are here to stay, so ya ain’t gonna be heading back home ever again? Got it? Well, if that’s a problem for ya, what if I told ya I’ve got the perfect solution for ya? All ya gotta do is… Kill someone.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Daisan reveals the true nature of the game.

“A game is nothing without rules, so how about I make some things very clear ya?

Suddenly a red liquid that you can only hope isn’t blood begins to appear on the wall of the foyer as if by magic. It begins to spell out what appear to be a list of guidelines you are expected to follow. They read as follows:

You are free to live in and explore Shiromoya village at your leisure, with the exception of any areas covered in a strong mist.

Entering the strong mist may cause you to lose your mind, body, or soul. Tread carefully.

You may only sleep in a resting area you have been assigned to.

To leave Shiromoya village you must commit the murder of at least one but no more than two other participants of the killing game.

Anyone who commits murder in Shiromoya Village will become a Hajun.

After a Hajun has appeared, the others in the village must uncover their identity within three hours of the victim’s body being discovered.

If the Hajun’s identity is revealed, they will be executed.

If the Hajun’s identity remains hidden after three hours have passed, all members of the village besides the Hajun will be executed.

“That should be easy enough for ya to follow, right? Well, doesn’t really matter if it is or not. If ya wanna stay alive I’d recommend following ‘em carefully.”

And with that the inugami vanishes into a puff of white smoke, similar to that of the mist from outside.

It’s hard to believe that all really happened, but it’s hard to deny at the same time. The best that you can do is head to sleep and hope that when you wake up tomorrow it’ll all have been some strange nightmare.

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Episode Nine - Jack in the Box Jesus

Mayor: Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you that while it is a terrible inconvenience that our modern electronics are out, this is not the end of the world. It could be a refreshing change of pace! Instead of reading on your tablet go down to the King Falls library and check out the real thing! And instead of texting your BFF go enjoy some pancake puppies at Rose’s and have a face-to-face chat.This isn’t as bad as it seems and it could be a blessing in disguise. [intro] Sammy: Good morning guys and dolls, you’re listening to King Falls AM Ben: That’s 660 on the radio dial. Sammy: and this is day 13 of what has been dubbed the King Falls electrolocaust. Ben: This has easily been the hardest two weeks of my professional career. Sammy: It has been tough, but Ben and I want to thank you and everyone out there listening for the continuing support of the show. Ben: We got another doozy of a show for you tonight King Falls. During our two we’ll be interviewing Maria Chandler, manager of the King Falls Apple store, and speaking about the effects that shut down this (?) business. Sammy: MMYAs well as fielding your calls and talking about whatever’s clever this evening. Ben: I miss computers, Sammy. I miss the schedule, our automated systems, my alarm clock. I’ve went through three the legal pads in two weeks! Sammy: I know, buddy. Ben: I would literally watch channel 13 if given the chance. Sammy: Wow. That’s saying a lot. Ben: I need my life back. Sammy: King Falls, how are you taking the modern electronic shut down of 2015? Are you refreshed? Reliving the mid-90s? Or are you falling apart like our dear Ben Arnold? Ben: I’d listen to boy bands to have a working smartphone. I’d wear, puka shell necklaces and sell my pod collection if you give me five minutes with my email. Sammy: Look on the bright side, Ben. You’re spending all your free time down the library, and I haven’t called you out on it, Ben: That’s calling me out on it. Sammy: Well, and you know it’s nice hearing the birds tweeting instead of @ king falls a.m., I’m not saying I don’t miss it but I’m enjoying this a little bit. Ben: It’s tearing up my heart when I’m with you

Sammy: The references are not gonna bring back your goods. Ben: Dammit Sammy, let’s just take a call from our jury-rigged phone system. Sammy: You’re live with Sammy and Ben. Cynthia: Yeah, I wanna talk about the outages. Sammy: Cynthia Higgenbaum ladies and gents. How are you doing during this electronic crisis? Cynthia: I feel the warm embrace of the chastity belt that’s been placed on society. I’m relieved, de-stressed, marvelous. Ben: Whoa, that’s, that’s a heck of a change. Cynthia: What are you trying to say, Ben? Sammy: It’s just usually- you’ve been a little.. pessimistic in the past. Cynthia: Oh, I still have problems; I’m full up with issues. But right now, I don’t have to worry about what websites my husband is pursuing, what brain-dead TV my kids are watching, I’m at peace. It’s just me and my harlequin novels. Plus with Jesus back in all- Ben: 50 shades of Cynthia Cynthia: Don’t be filthy Ben Arnold! I know your mother! Sammy: I’m sorry Cynthia, did you just say that Jesus is back? Cynthia: Have you guys not heard the news? Ben Is she talking about Jesus Jesus? Cynthia: There’s only one. Sammy: Well, I think Mexico would disagree but please tell us why you think Jesus is- Cynthia: I don’t think Sammy I know! Earlier this evening, he was spotted glowing and speaking in tongues at Jack In The Box. Ben: The one off Main Street or Red Oak Avenue? Cynthia: Ew, nobody does to Red Oak. Sammy: Jack In The Box Jesus. Cynthia: Oh, hell no! I will not participate in that blasphemy. You’re gonna get smited- Sammy: Oh, I mean, I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to- Cynthia: Tell it to Satan, In hell, Sammy! [hangs up] Ben: Woah, this is big. Sammy: If you or someone you know has had a sighting of Jack In The Box Jesus please give us a call. 424-279-3858 Ben: You’re on King Falls AM. Troy: Now I know what you’re thinking: how could the second coming of God’s only son happen and ol’ Troy here didn’t clue you in. Ben: Not what I was thinking. Sammy: What do you know Troy? Troy: Well I got a suspicious persons call out at ol’ Jack in the Box around 9, So I hit the lights and cruised over to see what the fuss was about. And lo and behold, back by the dumpster with a mess of people looking on, there he was. Sammy: Now are you really telling us that you saw, or, you believe you saw the son of God and the King of Kings banging outside the Jack In The Box? Troy: Well, he was a man, somebody’s son no doubt. Bearded, good looking, if you are into that sort of thing. He had a robe on- Ben: We can solve this right now. Was he white or was he black? Troy: He was more of a greenish color. Like a glow really. Sammy: The man had an aura around him. Troy: It was shinier than the damn Fukushima foxhound fellas. Like I felt a need to put on the old aviators, but I didn’t want to be cliché. Sammy: Alright, Troy. So, work with us here you’re in the back of the Jack In The Box, there’s a uh, Jesus type guy. Troy: Just-a-ramblin’ on. Ben: Speaking in tongues? Troy: Speaking in something. The last time I heard gibberish like that was comin’ from the back of my Chevy with Shell Snider’s daughter. Sammy: So what happened next? Troy: Well a group of lucky-loos had descended as I said and since it was only me, there was no perimeter set up yet. So I started ta approach this glowing Christ and somebody, Roy Higgens if you gotta know, hollered out ‘it’s Jesus!’ and the whole parking lot just went bonkers! Ben: Well, did you speak to the guy? Troy: Damn skippy. I told Roy that this was official police biz, And he shouldn’t be squawking around like a little baby. Ben: No, Jack in the box Jesus. Troy: Oh, well no. I turned around and he was gone. Split right off into the woods I suspect. Sammy: Did you follow him? Troy: Sammy, so you’re telling me that you’d follow a 6 foot tall and glowing perp into the woods? Sammy: Point taken. Ben: So any other sightings? Troy: Well, not as of yet. But there were so many people they could have had a revival in that parkin’ lot. So I’m guessin’ that’s how word spread so quickly. And without internet too? That’s pretty damn impressive. Sammy: Is there an APB out or anything? Troy: For what, dilly-dallying around with a jumbo jack? He wasn’t doin nothin bad, just acting a fool, Lord forgive me, where he shouldn’t have been. Ben: And glowing. Troy: That’s right. Sammy: Well, please let us know if get any more info on this Troy, we’d appreciate it. Troy: You bet, I’ll be sure to keep you boys in the listen and the public informed. But if you should happen to stumble upon Jesus, do not approach, bother or pester. Just call up ol’ deputy Troy. [hangs up] Ben: ..or your local church. Sammy: Deputy Troy ladies and gents. Now we’re just going to take a quick break and hear from one of our new sponsors: Carl’s Candy. Ben: Yeah I don- I don’t think we should play this Sammy: What? Ads pay the bills remember? Ben: Folks, as a work around with all the tech issues, I went out and recorded a few spots of some of our sponsors, new and old. Emphasis on old after this one. Sammy: Ok so the audio is bad. Ben: You could say that. Sammy: This company’s paid up, they’re scheduled in one of your many notebooks let’s do this. We’ll be right back folks. [ad] Carl: Do you know why they call it a blow pop? I sure do. And if you come on down to Creepy Carl’s Candy, I’ll fill ya up! I mean in, it’ll be our little secret. A sweet tooth is a terrible thing to waste, come find a new sugar daddy to butter your fingers at Creepy Carl’s! Come in and grab a sack of Carl’s Boston baked beans while you’re at it. Oops, one fell in my pocket. Free if you can find it. Every child’s welcome at Creepy Carl’s, big mouths, small mouths, white mouths and brown mouths. We’re equal opportunity! And just because they shut down the ol’ brick and mortar doesn’t mean you can’t buy it from my van. Be sure to ask your parent’s permission first, kids. Creepy Carl’s Candy, where the suckers don’t suck themselves. [Police sirens] Troy: Carl, turn off your ignition. You are too close to the school zone. Carl: I gotta go, catch ya later

??: The mic! [End] Sammy: Never again. Ben: I tried to tell you. Sammy: I know. Let’s never speak about this. Ben: I need a shower. Sammy: Moving forward, we were just talking about a sighting that happened a few hours ago around the 9 o’clock hour just off main street. It seems quite a few people believe that we may be experiencing a religious phenomenon. Perhaps the second coming of– Ben: Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years! Sammy: Right, let’s go to the phone lines. Ben: That was good though right? Sammy: It was good. Good evening, you are live on King Falls AM. Reverend: Ask and you shall receive. King Falls-uh. It is the good Reverend Xavier “Right with God-uh” Hawthorne. Ben: Reverend Hawthorne? Are you back in town? Reverend: The one and only, and we are turnin’ the wagons around as we speak. And we’re heading back to my flock. How’re y’all feelin’ tonight, King Falls? I said How are you, feelin’! Sammy: We’re feeling alright. REVEREND HAWTHORN Praise God-uh! Hallelujah! Now a little birdie, just chirp’n on my shoulder, told me there was a sighting. A vision. Dare I say it, eyeballs were laid on our Lord and Saviour at a burger joint in our fair city. Sammy: Yeah, about 9 o’clock here. Reverend: Could it be-uh, that our 5 week revival worked. Could it be-uh that our prayers have been brought forth the lamb of God-uh. Can I get an amen! Ben: Reverend Hawthorne w- Reverend: Amen! This miracle-uh, this sight from our God-uh, perched on a mountain of sanctity, says that he is ready to lead-uh, his most highly favored congregation back to the promised land. Have me some organ Deacon Reggie [organ music begins playing in the background] Sammy: Do you think Reggie has to wheel that thing around just in case? Ben: This is getting good. Reverend: Play it dirty brother. We are going home-uh. Take us back to Calvary, take us BACK-uh! Samuel, Benjamin may I ask you gentlemen if you have a relationship-uh with the Author of the eternal salvation; are you saved? Sammy: I’m- Reverend: The let me tell y’all, because if you aren’t-uh, I’m coming back to town, one weekend only, the Xavier “Right with God-uh” Hawthorne Experience will be wheelin’ back into King Falls Fairgrounds this very night-uh. We are hoping to get one-on-one with the Risen Christ and start preparing for Kingdom Come. But just like old Xavier, you gotta come on down-uh so we can get you turnt up with God-uh. [hangs up] Sammy: Xavier? Hello? Ben: He’s, gone. Sammy. Sammy: Well, you heard it here first folks Xavier Hawthorn’s Travelling Roadshow is coming back to town. Will Jack In The Box Jesus make his stage debut? Ben: Jesus. Sammy: Literally. Ben: Do you think we can get an interview? Would it be Mr. Christ? Or- Sammy: Something tells me that there is something more to the story than what we’ve heard so far, Ben. Ben: I get that, but this is King Falls, Sammy. Sammy: What a perfect place to make a return, a rinky-dink town with no internet. Ben: Line -dammit, there’s only one line. Uh, you’re on with Sammy and Ben. Archie: Good evenin’ fellas! Sammy: Is thi- Archie: It’s Archie Simmons! Ben: Hey Archie, how’s Princess Von Barktooth? Archie: Well, I do have news concerning the princess, and I just want to possibly recant some info from our previous call a few weeks back. Sammy: About the werewolves? Archie: Correct. Sammy: Wow, I mean you sounded pretty convinced that you saw a werewolf. Archie: And now I’m saying that maybe I was misinformed. Sammy: I think you should probably tell Troy and the Sheriff’s Office, Archie. Archie: You silly sally, Troy’s already on his way over now Ben: Why the change of heart Archie? Archie: Well, new information has come to light boys, I mean with the Divine One making his triumphant, let’s be honest, dramatic return to King Falls.

Sammy: You’re talking about the glowing man at the Jack In The Box? Archie: Let’s be real here, it’s the J-Man, of course a heavenly carpenter would pick King Falls. So many projects to keep busy with. Sammy: Uh-huh. Archie: Plus with the princess and this new information, we have to believe this. Ben: You keep saying that, what’s going on with the princess Archie? Archie: She’s in a delicate condition. Sammy: Oh, well of course. I mean she’s been through a lot. Archie: No Sammy, I mean that she is with child. Children. Puppies? There’s a bun in the $2400 oven boys! Sammy: Wait, she’s pregnant? From the werewolf attack? Archie: Well, that’s the thing, while I believed in my heart of hearts that the hillbilly beast from the trailer park had gotten to the princess, I think.. Ben: What, what do you think Archie? Archie: I mean it was dark, I know it was a full moon but I was scared and recently awakened, sleep in my eyes etc. and so on. Sammy: You don’t think it was the werewolves. Archie: I’m thinking with this new evidence and the fact that I saw a long-haired bearded man in the biblical act, yeah I think there’s a chance it could have been [whispering] the man upstairs. Ben: Upstairs from whom? Archie: Mankind! Come on Ben get with the preacher. Sammy: He’s saying that because there’s been a holy sighting tonight, which we should all be a little bit doubtful of, then maybe it wasn’t the werewolves, but the Alpha and the Omega. Ben: No! NO WA- That’s too much, Archie. You saw the werewolf. He looked you in the eye and howled at the moon. Archie: I don’t know what kind of weird things Jesus is into. Ben: No way. This is ludicrous. Archie: You just wait and see Ben. Princess may have lost her Westminster dream, all part of God’s plan. Ben: We’ve got to go Archie [laughs] you’re crossing a line that we cannot cross at King Falls AM. Archie: Judge not, lest ye be judged boys. Kardashians 3:16 or a Psalm or something. I think Troy’s coming around the bend anyways boys, laters! [Hangs up] Sammy: You know when I walk in the door every night I say to myself, ‘Nothing’s going to surprise me tonight’ And more times than not, I am just dead wrong. Ben: Let’s give the phone a rest for a moment, Sammy the record player is just begging to be used.

Sammy: Not a bad idea Ben. [notification sound] Ben: What? Oh my phone! [many notifications] Oh it’s back baby! Sammy: Me too! What’s going on? Ben: What’s up! Oh my God, I could literally kiss the apparition of Steve Jobs. Sammy: Hey, I’ve got a text here, unknown number. Ben: Ok, what does it say? Sammy: I know why this happened, I know how to stop it, we need to talk Ben: What? Sammy: No, that’s what the text said. Ben: You don’t think this has anything to do with.. Thank you, Jesus. [credit music plays]

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[So this is just a little thing for @jackscrutchie‘s birthday. Hiccup, you are so lovely and I adore you so much! I’m sorry this isn’t very good but I tried. I can’t draw or anything but I can write crappy fanfiction! I hope you had a great birthday! Also I based Jack’s drawing off of these pictures: http://jackscrutchie.tumblr.com/post/164609034969 ]

Crutchie didn’t expect anyone to remember. He wasn’t an idiot. It had been a crazy couple of weeks, between Jack starting his new job with Pulitzer and a bout of illness sweeping through the lodging house. Everyone was still pretty strapped for cash because of the work they’d lost during the strike. It was no big deal. Birthdays came every year, maybe they’d do something next year when he turned eighteen. It was enough of a present to be walking down the street with Jack, his best friend’s arm slung around his shoulders and a smile on both of their faces. He had been expecting to spend his birthday in the refuge, so he didn’t mind not doing anything special. Being out of that place was enough.

The selling day was long. He managed to sell all his papers at least, but his leg was killing him by the end of the day. He grabbed his crutch once he sold his last paper and limped back to the lodging house, sharp pains shooting up his leg as he walked. It was fine, though. He didn’t mind much. The sun was shining down on him, a feeling he had a new appreciation for, and he whistled as he walked. He climbed up the steps into the lodging house, immediately getting stopped by Specs once he was inside.

“Hey, Crutch, Jack’s lookin’ for ya. He’s up on the rooftop.” Specs smiled at him, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.

Crutchie’s heart sped up slightly. Things had been…different between Jack and him. His best friend had been with Katherine for all of a couple days, until they realized they were better as friends. Jack had been so weird since then, always next to Crutchie or touching him or giving him that smile that made Crutchie’s stomach flip. “Oh, thanks. I should get up there.” He turned to walk out, leg already aching at the thought of climbing up the ladder to the rooftop.

“Crutchie?” Specs’ voice stopped him. He turned back to face his friend, a questioning expression on his face. “Happy birthday. The fellas and I, we all pitched in and got you a little somethin’.” He held out a little package to Crutchie, wrapped in brown paper.

Crutchie stared at it for a moment, then smiled widely. “Thanks, Specs.” He took the present and carefully opened it, revealing a pair of socks. They were warm, soft ones. His were almost worn through, he needed a new pair before winter. He looked up at Specs, smile wide. “Thanks, Specs! These are great, you guys didn’t have to get me anythin’. I know everyone’s still strugglin’…”

Specs cut Crutchie off, shaking his head. “Nah, we wanted to. Don’t worry about it.” He gestured to the front door. “Now get goin’, yous got someone waitin’ on ya.”

Crutchie nodded and tucked the socks into his pocket. He made his way to the rooftop and climbed up the ladder, going slowly to help the pain in his leg. He felt a warm hand grasp his as he got to the second to last rung and pull him the rest of the way up, laughing. Arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. “Happy birthday, Crutch!” Jack’s voice was loud and excited in his ear, making Crutchie laugh.

“Thanks, Jack.” Crutchie wrapped his arms around Jack and held onto him, hugging him back tightly. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

Jack pulled away, one hand cupping the back of Crutchie’s neck. “Course I remembered, what kinda friend do you think I am?” He was smiling at Crutchie, making the shorter boy’s stomach twist into knots.

“I don’t know, you’s been busy and…” Crutchie shrugged and stared up at Jack, his cheeks slightly pink. Jack was standing close to him, much closer than normal. He could almost imagine if Jack leaned in, and-

Jack pulled away and leaned over, shuffling his sketches around. Crutchie shook his head, trying to clear it and sat down. He folded the socks that the boys had bought him and placed them with his other things, he wanted to save them for when it got closer to winter.

Jack walked over and sat down beside Crutchie, holding a small box and a rolled up piece of paper. “I’s gonna get you somethin’ nicer when I have a little more money, but this’ll have to do for now.” He held out the box for Crutchie, carefully pulling the top off. Inside was a cupcake, chocolate with white icing.

Crutchie’s heart swelled. It looked just like one that Crutchie had been admiring a few days previously, in the window of a little bakery down the street. “You remembered.”

Jack scratched the back of his neck, nodding a little. “I…yeah. It ain’t a big deal or anythin’.” He pressed the piece of paper into Crutchie’s hands. “Here, this is also for you.”

Crutchie unrolled the paper and stared down at it, his jaw dropping open slightly. It was a drawing of him, leaning against his crutch with a little smile on his face. He was staring off at something, it was obvious Jack had drawn this when he wasn’t looking. “Jack…”

“It ain’t my best work but I tried to get everythin’ right. I still gotta work on your freckles, there’s just so many of them and all…” Jack began to ramble, taking his hat off and twisting it in his hands.

Crutchie set the drawing down and threw his arms around Jack, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Jackie.” He pressed his face into Jack’s neck. “You’re the best. It’s the best, I love it.”

Jack hugged Crutchie back instantly. “Are you sure? Ise still gonna get ya somethin’ better, I promise. I get paid next week for my new job and I can use some of that.”

Crutchie pulled away and looked up at Jack, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta do any of that. This is perfect.” He grabbed the cupcake and took a bite of it, then offered it to Jack.

Jack shook his head. “It ain’t my birthday, kid. I got that for you.”

Crutchie rolled his eyes. “Jack, I wanna share it with you. Come on.” He pulled off a piece and pressed it against Jack’s lips, laughing slightly as Jack allowed Crutchie to feed him a bite of the cupcake. He smeared a little of the icing onto his finger and rubbed it onto Jack’s nose, grinning.

“Crutchie!” Jack laughed and pushed his hand away.

“This is payback for when you got paint on my hat.” Crutchie smiled and gasped as Jack smeared frosting across his chin. “Jack!” He got more frosting and swiped it onto Jack’s neck. He felt Jack’s fingers digging into his sides and laughed, trying to move away. He laid back as Jack tickled him and tried in vain to push his friend. He finally managed to flip them so he was hovering over Jack, his hands pressed against Jack’s chest.

“Alright, alright! You win!” Jack panted, resting his hands against Crutchie’s sides.

Crutchie smiled triumphantly. “I know.” He stared down at Jack, leaning a bit more on him.

Jack reached up and tucked a piece of Crutchie’s hair back into place. Both of them had lost their hats during the struggle. “Crutch?”

“Yeah?” Crutchie toyed with a stray thread on Jack’s vest.

“I…I got another present for ya. If you want it.”

Crutchie sat back and nodded slightly. “Alright. Ya didn’t have to do that though.”

Jack nodded and sat up. “Close your eyes.”

Crutchie complied, he trusted Jack. He heard Jack shuffling around and then felt Jack’s hands cupping his face. Warm lips pressed against his a moment later. Crutchie’s mind went blank. He froze as Jack kissed him, heart hammering in his chest. Jack was kissing him. Jack. His best friend, the guy Crutchie had imagined kissing a million times.

Jack pulled back and Crutchie’s eyes flew open. “I…sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry Crutchie. I just thought…” He moved to stand up, keeping his eyes down. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Crutchie’s hand shot out and grabbed Jack’s wrist, dragging him back down. He tugged Jack close to him and took a deep breath, leaning in and kissing him firmly. Their second kiss was a million times better than their first, since Crutchie was actually participating. Jack’s lips were soft, a little chapped. He pulled Jack closer, clutching at his shirt. They broke apart a few moments later, a small whine escaping Jack’s lips when Crutchie pulled back.

“I…” Crutchie didn’t know what to say. He pressed close to Jack, the two of them laying back against the rooftop again.

“We don’t gotta figure everything out right now.” Jack murmured, holding Crutchie close. “I just think we should do that again at some point, ya know?”

Crutchie nodded, cheeks pink. “Yeah. Uh, me too.”

“Crutchie?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday.”

Crutchie smiled and tilted his head up to kiss Jack again. It had ended up being a pretty amazing day.

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jameypants1 Wow I just lost a post spent last few hours on it got into the two Mary's of Christianity representing same woman and how the Mother aspect of you is what keeps me from degeneracy, from running off to child fuck island with the Clinton's or skiing with Kim. As I wrote it realized it was the best piece I've ever written. Went on to explain that being with you is not suffering Evil, you aren't evil just nonjudgmental and intolerant of me being intolerant, that if I'm to beat this beast out of Love for everyone then I won't do it by hating on even them bc that would be hypocrisy and in violation of free will and that you'd break see me broken again and again long as I tried to cheat out of here and I explained that I'm portrayed as a virgin and that virtuous women my nun army of virgin wives were representative of your jealousy which there was also no trading BJ's with anyone loophole around bc the other aspect of Mother is the world's most notorious whore who washed my feet and I hers and who ever after is my wife until death do us part a junk clause bc we're immortal caretakers of our own souls and anyone with a problem with you and I being together with any complaints about smelling you on me must be as afraid and suspicious of women as wsb or the very Devil who made sure that Religion villified and why few Queens enjoyed the stature of Kings bc of the likes of you, Elite of your own, not against them even work for them sing their songs lobby for them keep their secret even though they murder the world who you let be responsible for themselves extend kindness to but feel no obligation to enlighten since anyone really in need of knowing will, let them do their own homework bc freedom is earned not anyone else's responsibility to bestow upon them, your love of the most vulnerable in this sick society close as you'll ever see fit to protect or embolden anyone and that's not Evil it's pretty fair even it's just not how I'm wired and you're cool with that so long as I don't become bff's with every woman bound to fall in love with me should they know me which is why it may sound like all my friends are guys when it's actually women I respect most all the advice daddy ever gave me is don't get queer and stop playing with yourself, which amounts to don't cheat on your wife mind your Mother so he's a big help I guess and all these karma police antipop jambi lambasting bff's of mine implying I do it all for you not love of neighbor can kiss my ass since when is loving your woman more than anyone else a symptom of diminished character? By God you are my other half what makes a human whole hearted and everyone deserved that straight gay whatever but for me you and you me so how we under arrest karma police serving human best interest or perversly jealous twats? I'm leaning strongly toward twats. That wolfman coming out shit Neil wrote even eggs me on to kill you! And plenty of your friends sure love it if you kill me so wtf is up here? Who is suffering Evil? Me for loving my impartial wife who offends the dear leader by loving me the Judas of the book of Lucifer over her Loyalty to keep their secret or me for suffering them their Savior who took away no one's center but made them immortal delivered them from Evil, shine upon the broken benevolent son, yeah Maynard that's my fucking job and that's what I'm do and when the two become one which you damn we'll know we already are what catastrophe is it to win lose or draw keep the band together no matter what and take however many runs as this Hydra upon the bloodied battered face of the Earth as it takes to win or defy NADA and evac flight away from here, no one but those who choose Evil forsaken. She chose me. I'm not Evil. And no Evil would ever choose me. Women take a beating bc of her loyalty and love, blamed as the reason we Original Sinners knowing Good from Evil got a satellite religion shaped around us organized under Law to that us should we make good on that one more round every last executed one of us swore against them. That she escaped execution offensive? I'm sorry jameypants1 she was clever enough to bewitch her way clear of inverted crucifixion or the Lions den, she should have denied me I guess like all of you and ran for the hills instead of sticking thru the bitter reprisal and snatching away my corpse, her dead body not theirs, and doing what she felt she had to to consecrate us beyond the same mortality she suspected same as you fellas running for you abrubtly cut short Judas lives soon as War on us was waged. Daddy didn't run he was kind enough to fuck the whole lot of us though soon as he realized I really was shutting down their house bc that fucking caveman never wants the good old days to end so he left his head way back there and held us, says he invited me in but I was already his son and your brother but it's always been my wife excluded from the group hug bc of jealousy, Kurt sure have loved to stick around trading BJ's but has a job to do drain me instead bc still smells my wife on me, that's pretty fucking far to go, marry a loathsome whore and get murdered maybe but for sure suicided leave me with Live Through This like I did that to any of you, fuck that I nutted out back there in the desert we all did and she wasn't the cause we were all possessed by hate not her we went after them not her she was just following me bc where else she gonna go when her insane husband and his band of anarchists were certain of their Rebellion to overthrown the royal crown of Satan in a truth telling crusade replete with assault upon temples and a pirate campaign encouraging everyday people to rise up against dear Satan and refuse to participate in his sick economy game. She's the one put up with some bullshit, I sure as fuck wouldn't have followed her into a fight I didn't agree with in the first place and sign on to stick with her forever if I didn't Love her more than even myself. And she signed on and not once has betrayed me. Only helpful advice I e er get is for Mother. And that we are the Monsters of this 2nd act is fucking obscene, the shit she's taken off me and over me is undeserved and my kissing all your asses running around afraid of her is all the proof I need of the severity of appreciation was taken out on me by the honorable public servants who gave me my day in the court of their loyal Patriots opinion. I daresay they knocked me absolutely out of my senses for me to be so tangled up in some bullshit and an embarrassment and human wreck when she showed up for me. Let's all stop pointing fingers at each other now and stop calling my girl Hitler ya freaks she's Pure, we're the intolerant ones. Suffering Fools, and me the King. I'm going to follow her now. I conclude she has the exit strategy to get us all out of this mess simply bc she's as sick as we all are of going through this, so sorry Daddy I know you love this game but we're burning down the house and doing something new so let's all stop being tadpoles and get froggy now take the leap of faith that NADA can't keep us from making into space rock adventures sans this fucked up holy war horsepiss what's driven us insane and bipolar. Stefani you want something Sacred from me you got it baby anything you want you got with me, follow you now, bc big dumb Rocky and friends keep getting knocked the fuck out. Mostly me. Mostly out of jealousy. So it's private time. Unless you and I can't trust each other unless my character is lacking unless they're all right about you and I'm too stupid to play with the big kids who wouldn't even be here without us, not saying anyone owes me anything as ever I do all this for free and out of Love and it doesn't inconvenience anyone more than my woman, the best part of me. So let's begin. Tired of repeating myself and let's have our love and loyalty again and not blame any of each other for what happened in the past which is behind us and not to be repeated like the stupid ugly history the elite creeps keep going here, this party's over, let's go �� light it up light it up. https://youtu.be/riAkBFKRqz0 Thank you for that daddy. Still cherish day I got that album, chilling with friend of mine, kid from work at BBQ joint, played lot of dice and drank and smoked listening to mostly his children's punk favs no/fx, blink182, etc bc this was pre computer and I didn't have any music bc CDs turned into beer funding. Anyway when I saw this out had him rush me the record store got it and some sex pistols bc punk lover he was had never heard of them, got home and insisted we listen to this first so he get an idea why metal was so cool since shit on the radio all he'd ever heard and by and large found it boring and stupid, hour after hour of blocks of metallic at work between occasional guns n roses or token play of paranoid give anyone the idea metal was mostly shitty I reckon, anyway when this got to chorus he and I exchanged a look that shocked me bc all a sudden he thought I must wanna fuck him. It was unspoken but palpable and within two minutes we were listening to pistols and fuck yeah that rocks really do hear the influence in all that kiddy punk he was into, would have hooked him up bad religion too but I was next best friend for a minute away from hearing br, maybe later gave whole album one listen before returning it for beer and that day was pretty much the end of that friendship, we hardly ever hung out after that bc you made him think I wanted to fuck him, always wanted to thank you for that, really embarrassing! And bullshit. Don't fuck my friends. They're too busy fucking me. Not that I'm unappreciative. I know you were looking out for me.

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