Joining Forces, Part 3 We headed out into the cold night, Jeff surveying the area while I made sure I had everything I needed in my pockets. A pen, Jeffs dagger, thirty five dollars, and a little hankerchief for cleaning my mask. I was very particular about it.Joining Forces, Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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"So." Jeff started, "My old home is about three miles that way if we stick to the roads, but we'd have to move fast."
"Do we have any other options?" I didn't like that idea. Once the sun rose, people would be waking up, and seeing Jeff walking down your street while getting in the car to go to work really wouldn't go over well on too many different levels.
"Well, it's only a mile and a half if we cut through those woods, but if you're afraid I understand."
"You're kidding me. The woods is MY domain! Let's cut through."
After about fourty-five minutes, we were there. An old, run down looking house in the middle of a sleeping neighborhood.
"Come on!" Jeff said, excited. He ran to the house, me tagging along nervously after him. He
Joining Forces, Part 13 I was still angry at Jeff for what he had done to Jane when we walked into the dark college campus. The one where Jadusable lived. The story of BEN Drowned ends with Jadusable planning to burn the game cartridge and destroy his computer, then pretty much drop off the face of the Earth. He was planning to never come into contact with humans or machines again, which is why I was kind of dreading what was going to happen when he found Jeff the Killer knocking at his door.Joining Forces, Part 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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"Alright, lets just be civil about it," Jeff said, while we were hiding in a shrub outside Jadusables living space. "Just walk up, knock, and ask for the cartdrige."
"The story says he burned it." I said, not even knowing where to begin in the plans' flaw of 'walk up, knock, and ask for the cartdrige.'
"He didn't. If something like that were haunting you, you wouldn't burn it. You don't set fire to things that scare you. It's too slow of a way to kill. You want it done