1.)

(The ritual in Jack's apartment, candles around, Jack and Darren looked WTFish as the creature from inside Jack dances and sings. It is a purple thing with a white tuxedo shirt and gloves, black pants and shoes, bow tie, and top hat. Its face is purple with only shiny dark eyes and a cartoon smile for features. It is high kicking and waving a tiny hand overhead.)

IMP: ♪♫Oh ma jazz town laydee! Oh ma jazz town laydee! ♪♫

DARREN: Whaaaaat the shit.

2.)

(Thierry tries to make sense of the situation for Jack, but sense is resisted. In the background, Allison looks disturbed.)

THIERRY: Looks like a run of the mill dancing imp. Have you been compelled to break into song and dance?

JACK: I’m not the musical-loving kind of gay.

THIERRY: Missing any shoes?

3.)

(Allison bears the look of sudden revelation, a memory image of the imp burning above her head.)

IMP: ♪♫ Let me call ya baybee! Let me call ya baybee!♪♫

ALLISON: Wait-- I know that song. It haunted my dreams long ago.

4.)

  (We peer into her memories, looking upon an auld tyme website. The background is a hideous rainbow
gradient, a gaming themed webcomic is on display, and the imp stands in the corner looking too cheerful.)

ALLISON (VO): I was the computer tech in junior high. It was the ‘Function Friend,’ a spyware you got from visiting shitty websites.

FUNCTION FRIEND: Good morning Eli, Would you like me to sing you a song?

PAGE TEXT: COMIX AGGREG8 --
THE WAY TO READ COMIX ON THE “NET”

COMIC: THE KINGGAMER

Character 1: I got the new Monkey Adventure.

Character 2: Already?

Character 2: Good thing we have a lot of disposable income.

Character 1: Yeah but they totally jax0red the dark simian class.

Panel 3: (Off screen. Was there a punchline?)

5.)

(Middle school Allison has long hair and a pink hoody, and shakes her fist at a room full of infected singing computers.)

ALLISON (VO): Oh man I hated that thing!

6.)

(Middle school Allison has a face of fierce determination as Dr. Spyware works its powers.)

ALLISON (VO): It was pretty easy to get rid of, at least. I thought it’d be extinct by now. That’s pretty funny, in a weird way. How do you catch a friggin spyware?

7.)

(Jack looks at the thing in wonder, perhaps not noticing that it seems to be bleeding or cracking apart in the face..)

JACK: So this thing was possessing me? Is that why--

FUNCTION FRIEND ? : ♫♪Dontcha tell me may-bee! Dontcha tell me may-bee!♫♪

JACK: Is that how I hacked those ABMs?

8.)

(Allison and Jack discuss.)

ALLISON: Well you can do other weird stuff, right?

JACK: Yeah, but maybe that’s just the imp too.

ALLISON: Hey, turn that lamp on.

9.)

(The lamp is illuminated. Allison looks hopeful as she talks with Jack, and neither seem to notice in the foreground,
   the creatures head has fully transformed into a deep red version of the CatCat face with glowing yellow eyes.)

ALLISON: Um, yeah. You still got it.

JACK: But what is ‘it’?

FUNCTION FRIEND ? : Tell me, you’ll always be miii-iiiine!

10.)

 (The thing surprises Jack, leaping into his chest with a splash of arcane symbols and demonic lingo. Jack looks fairly horrified.
It has turned into something resembling a mummified cat with deflated black wings and a skinless red head with eyes of flame.)

FUNCTION FRIEND: ?

11.)

   (Allison and Darren hold dazed Jack. His eyes are rolled up and occult symbols hang in the air.
Allison and Darren have concerned expressions while Thierry has his arms folded in a casual pose.)

ALLISON: Damn that’s metal...

THIERRY: Huh. That was weird. So I have this laptop that won’t connect to wifi...

12.)

(A whistling shadow walks through a shadowy ruined building - the place Theo has taken up residence.)

SHADOW: ♫♪

13.)

(It is Minchin, and he exchanges friendly words with his chum Theodore.)

THEODORE: Clyde! Did it turn out?

MINCHIN: Fine as frog’s hair! Realistic, yet inspirational. A work of art, I tell ya.

14.)

(Theodore looks a bit concerned, but Clyde takes it in stride.)

THEODORE: It wasn’t as bloody as last time was it? You have to admit that was a tad over the top.

MINCHIN: No no, it was great! The kid and that little ragamuffin loved it! You'll see.

15.)

(Theo and Minchin do fistbumps of the damned.)

THEODORE: Good, well, thank you friend!

MINCHIN: My pleasure.