"Jackie. No." He says holding their collective brain cell firm in his minds eye, "This is not a Coke situation."
The elevator jostles and then begins to descend.
Tom lets her shepherd him away. Without complaint. Which was beyond weird and wrong. Jackie shoves him into the rickety elevator, whruich is thankfully not clown themed and they ascend. Tom slumps against the far wall. He rubs his hand over his face, and has scrubbed at his eyes enough to look...
"Jackie," He says. And he says it as serious as she has ever heard him say anything, "Please." He was keenly aware of the dripping snesation which had asumed was blood and wich he now did not want to think about. He hurt. They were at a clown bar. She had murdered him trying to escape a ghost...
"Don't fucking throw me out of a window and murder me if you don't want to deal with me being dead," He hisses. He drops her hands and sit himself at the bar. The Bar tender standing infront of the clown themed bar mouths what the fuck to the waitress on the other side of the room.
A few hours later in the parking lot of a themed bar and motel Tom struggles to find the emergency release. His phone is dead. His head hurts so bad he can taste it- like a whole glass of raw egg and piss. The crick in his neck. Un-fucking-speakable. The post mortem bruises were turning a...
"You murdered me, and you're gonna be MAD at ME!?" He demanded, "Non no no not the trunk not the trunk C'moooon. JAckiie. Jackie. Baby please don't do me like this. Gurl! GURL!"
He tuts with his hands on his hips as she slams the trunk shut and gets into the gremlin. she is clearly having a...
"Okay, sad Ohio parkinglot ghost," Tom says. He takes a step back, even though he's not physical, as the Moose forces its antlered head through the wall of the small round window. "Jackie, get up. Jesus fuck. Run." he's not quiet dead yet, so he tries- he reaches out his hand towards the...
"That's Daddy," Says Tom not missing a beat. He turns and looks at the spirit that has decided that now is a great fucking moment to strike up a conversation and wonders what kind of dead beat line backer haunts the parking lot of a meaphysics shop in ohio.
Tom looks down where Jackie had used his body as a fucking crash landing pad and puts his hands on hips. "Shit. Not a again." He'd only had an out of body experience like this once or twice- Most times the dying moment was a hot fast blur and he woke up with something worse than a hang over. He...
"No no no n-nooOOOOOooAaahaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" Crunch.
Tom goes sailing out the window, flailing and screaming and hits the ground at a wrong angle and stays still.
"YEssS?" He hisses in alarm, already thinking about how many time he could hypothetically be ripped apart by a moose without dying, wich for the record is a lot of time depending on how thorough and persistent the moose in question wants to be.
Tom has got some long legs and uses them, half dragging Jackie past shelves of boxed magical rocks and towards the stairs. He kicks open the door at the top, revealing a small office and kitchenette. He slams the door behind them and leans against it. Below, is the screams of a ungulate who has...
"JACKIEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeEEeeEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," her name dies into one high pitched sound of terror as the car and the mouse move crash around like pinballs. And he's still making a high nasal whine as he struggles with his...
He can't stop the feeling that she is no longer on their side. That what the witch has done has set her against him- and against her own salvation. He let her hold him in place because he didn't have a plan, the steps were too much in the face of defeat. He could live with Ash without a heart...