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Cracker Jack box 7 - [Accidental Video]

[The blackberry turns on accidentally as Jack drops it in a mad scramble to shut and lock the door to his room.]

J.D.! Open the FUCKING DOOR!

[There's a man banging angrily on the door, the wood practically shaking. Jack had recognized him immediately. He was giant, easily over nine feet, plenty big enough to still tower over Jack just like he had when he was little. Jack starts visibly as another loud bang comes from his door.]

You little shit! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, JACK.

[Jack drops to his hands and knees, and in a practical panic crawls his way over to the desk in his room like a little kid. If he wasn't so terrified, he'd have probably been embarrassed. He gets under the desk, scrunched up so his knees are almost against his chest, hands over his ears as if to block out the noise.]

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[THIS ONE LOOKS TO BE IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE. Heather's been in survival mode for days.]

Jack, you in your room?

[Yeah sorry, he doesn't hear you over the sound of the man trying to bang down the door and his own panicked heartbeat in his ears.]

[Right.

Hold on, Jack. A few more harrowing minutes will pass and then there's a very loud CLANG outside. Then there's Heather's voice.]

Hey, Jack, open up! I don't know how long he'll stay out, he's a real beast...

[Jack looks up, staring at the door. It might be a trick. He might be making her say that. Like he'd do to his mother. Make her talk to him so he'd come out of hiding.]

Jack! C'mon, please! Don't make me bust down the door!

[Slowly, he climbs out from under the desk, going over to the door. He'd always fallen for it as a kid too. He hesitates a moment, and unlocks the door with a shaky hand, opening it slowly, terrified and feeling like he was going to throw up. He wished Bobby was here.]

[Well, she's no Bobby, but she's no shrinking violet, either. Jack's massive dad is laid out on the floor and Heather is gripping Mr. Pipey tightly in one hand. She seizes Jack's wrist with the other.]

Let's go.

[He wasn't going to argue. He lets her drag him away, unable to even look at the man on the floor.]

C'mon... we have to get to a safe...ish... place. I've been stockpiling food and crap... this plot is retarded...

Where? [Is all he can really get out.]

My room. C'mon. [Tugs on his arm, eyes peeled for more monster.]

[He doesn't resist, looking over his shoulder to make sure his dad isn't following.]

[She gets them back into her room and offers him a candy bar. He looks like he needs it.]

...thanks. [He takes it but just stares at it though.]

Sorry, I grabbed chocolate but not booze. Poor planning.

S'all right.

Why is she fucking with us like this?

[He's starting to wonder if maybe he's not in purgatory. Maybe he's in hell.]

Maybe she doesn't think the story's good enough.

I'm going to kick her ass when I find her.

Sounds like a good idea to me.

[There's commotion in the hall again as Jack's monster dad comes to.]

J.D.! You worthless piece of SHIT! WHERE DID YOU GO? Come out here right NOW. You think this is fucking funny?!

[Jack pales, and looks about two seconds from trying to hide under Heather's bed. Fortunately the noise continues down the hall, away from her room.]

[Heather freezes too, hand going for Mr. Pipey again, but she relax when the voice fades.]

Nice guy, whoever he is. [She hasn't quite made the connection.]

He knows my room now.

[He couldn't go back there. No way.]

Best to stay here with me, then. I could use some company. I haven't found any of my other friends yet. [She seems to be a monster magnet herself, whenever she ventures out. No surprise there...]

...all right. Thanks.

So.

[Awkward pause.] Who is that guy?

[He looks down at the floor and gives a small shrug.]

My dad.

... Oh.

Yikes.

Was he always nine feet tall?

Uh, I don't think so. I ain't seen him since I was little.

Oh. Gotcha. [Nods.]

Guess I should warn you about mine, if she finds us. She, um... kinda looks like me. But a lot more burny. And she doesn't... talk. She just tries to kill you...

[She sounds rather apologetic about all this.]

That sounds. Pretty terrible.

It's not as bad the second time around, trust me.

...Or maybe it's technically like the fifth... [How many times DID she kill Alessa, at first...?]

You're kinda a badass, you know that?

I — huh?

[Congrats, Jack, you've made her blush, just a bit.]

Um, thanks. I mean, I don't really think so. I just like surviving, you know? Once you set your mind to that... you just don't think about the rest of it.

I guess. I like surviving too, but I dunno if I'd be that badass.

I dunno. I think you could do it if you really wanted to.

Maybe.

[Not against him though. He acted like a scared little kid just from seeing him.]

[She takes a deep breath; she's aware of that. She's not sure how she would react against her own batshit parent. A batshit childhood friend she barely remembered was bad enough, but she has some definite memories of Dahlia left intact now.]

Uh. Make yourself at home, I guess.

Thanks.

[He sits at the end of her bed.]

So we just gonna hideout in here till it's over?

That was my plan. She seems to get sick of one plot after so long and switches it up. Not terribly heroic, but what'cha gonna do, right?

Hey, I ain't got a problem with hiding for a while. I did that for most of last week. Till I got caught.

Caught? [Eyes widen.] What do you mean?

Uh. A little biter.

[Uses his hand to indicate that this biter was, apparently, only about as tall as the edge of her bed. That's what it seemed like to Jack anyway.]

[Heather watches him, completely confused by the explanation.]

You mean like... a Yorkshire terrier or something?

Nah. A kid. A bitey kid.

Jeez, really? Which one? We got a lot of those now.

I dunno his name. He had an eyepatch.

Huh. I don't think I've seen a kid around here with an eye patch. Was he... pretending to be a pirate?

Dunno. Didn't stop to ask him, I was more worried about the fangs.

Fair enough. Did he hurt you bad?

[Shrugs.]

Bit my arm. I kicked him though, so, guess it's even.

What a little shit! You can't just go around biting people! Even if you do have fangs!

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