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CHAPTER 8 - PAGE 15
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       Jack couldn't believe that Allison would really go for that skeevy kid, so he sent about a thousand text messages to her new phone before he gave up. Surely, she would call if she needed help, right? She was tough too, maybe tougher than he was, so he had no doubt she could handle herself. God, was she really already getting together with someone? What had it been, a week?
      Must be pretty easy to be straight... he thought bitterly, as he slid into his car. A drive sounded good, certainly better than going home and sobbing into his pillow or whatever pathetic thing the unwanted and single were supposed to do. He didn't even have a fuzzy cat and couldn't digest chocolate ice cream any more. Worse yet, running into Tristan. He couldn't deal with seeing him now, especially since he was so damn... chipper. --Like nothing was wrong. How dense could someone be?
      He took random turns and drove through the industrial district which was pleasantly vacated. Looming cranes looked like fossils of unknown, ancient creatures that still roamed the boxy landscape. He flipped through his playlists and found nothing but cheerful and dancy tracks that grated on his nerves. Silence was better. The smooth sounds of the expensive engine and the grinding of the poorly finished concrete. He tried to interrupt his gloomy thoughts with a note of optimism. Things were okay-ish, compared to a few weeks ago. Even right now wasn't that bad, maybe something interesting would happen tonight.

In which the comic gets "fun" again.

       Jack scrambled to get up, but his body felt detached and floating somehow, as though his limbs were too long and his head was a thousand miles in the air. It was too unreal, he couldn't believe it. Somehow he just knew it was a dream. A stupid, awful dream. It didn't make sense. How did that thing appear from nowhere? There was no scent of another being, nothing. Only the smell of burning rubber and cold, grimy asphalt. It couldn't be real, there was nothing there! Yet, the grinning figure moved closer.

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     July 18th, 2012
     By:  Kelly

Oh. No. :) I've been waiting for this page for a while, I think you can probably tell.

             TRANSCRIPT:  This is the text of the comic, for purposes such as translation and internet searches.

1.)

(Jack's car rolls down a very lonely one-way road.)

2.)

(Jack drives, looking disconsolate.)

3.)

(Jack looks a bit angry, view from the passenger seat. Background outside is a turquoise blur.)

JACK: (Thinks) Well looks like everyone’s got something going on except for me. Just like before. Ugh...

4.)

(Close view of Jack and view of his memories: himself, alive in an Autumnal costume, having fun with Danielle and Mark. Jack's costume is a skeleton body suit, hers a toga, and Mark's a patriotic Glennish figure.)

JACK: (Thinks) God, Autumnal already came and went, and I didn’t do anything special. No candy, no costumes... I wonder what Mark and Danielle did this year. --Without me. Are they over it, now? My death... Man. I don’t know whether I’d rather they weren’t sad, or that they were.

5.)

(Jack rubs his head in a forlorn gesture. Are those lights behind him?)

JACK: (Thinks) Ugh. Depressing.

6.)

(Exterior overhead view of his car on an empty street.)

7.)

(Jack drives and a dark shape barely peeks into the panel.)

8.)

(Jack is startled by the sensation of a black balloon hitting him in the head.)

9.)

(Jack surprised to see just what hit him, batting it away as he glances back.)

10.)

(Horror dawns on Jack's face.)

11.)

(Jack looks shocked, unbelieving, now looking at something before him.)

12.)

(Jack can see in the rear-view mirror a silhouetted figure with glowing eyes and the balloon.)

13.)

(In a closer view of the mirror, we see what must be Clyde Minchin himself, in full clown makeup, with sparkling dark eyes and gloved hands.)

MINCHIN: Knock-Knock...

14.)

(Jack's car loudly screeches to halt, smoke coming off the tires.)

15.)

(Jack tumbles out of the car in a panic.)

16.)

(With Jack sprawled on the ground, Minchin begins to step out of the car.)

MINCHIN: You’re never home any more. I’ve been waiting...

17.)

(With Minchin looming above, Jack recoils in wide-eyed terror.)

MINCHIN: What’s wrong, kid? Don’t appreciate a simple joke? Don’t you like fun?

 
 
 
 
 
 
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