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Jerald P took so long, that Craig had fallen asleep for about an hour. He didn’t dream of anything. How could he with everyone stressing out around him? He woke up, yawned, and stretched his arms and noticed that Jerald P was still out on his little scavenger hunt of sorts. “Oh, man. When is Jerald going to be back? I should probably go look for him.” He whispered as he stood up, pulled out his phone, and turned on the light. Jerald P did say to come look for him if he didn’t come back soon, and that’s exactly what Craig was going to do. 597Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb4fEWODF1X
And he was going to sing while he searched. “I’m sleeping away in this darkness, trying to find light. I don’t know who’s disappearing next, but I know it’s time to fight. All I’ve wanted to do here was sing, sing without an end. But now it’s time for me to fight back, to go and save my friends. So, wake me up when we’re done here, and when all our friends have reappeared. All this time we’ve been fighting to save them, and trying to stop this mayhem. So, wake me up when we’re done here, and when all our friends have reappeared. All this time we’ve been fighting to save them, and trying to stop this mayhem.”
Craig looked around while singing and walking until he ran into someone who was wearing a black coat, black pants, and black dress shoes. His long crazy black hair and his mask stood out as Craig and the person fell. Craig shined his phone light on the person as he and the person both stood up. “Who are you?!” Craig shouted. The person stared and pointed at him. “My name is Killer Jam!”
“Who are you, really?”
“Why, you should recognize me. We’ve known each other for a long time, haven’t we?”
“Jerald? No, it can’t be!” Craig turned and ran for his life with Killer Jam chasing him right on his tail. Craig ran to his mini-base, grabbed a frying pan, and swung it at Killer Jam, impacting his chest. He stumbled back slightly, but kept on his feet. Craig swung the pan again at Killer Jam’s face, but he ducked and dodged the flying pan. Craig threw another swing at Killer Jam, but this time, Killer Jam caught the pan in his hands. Craig struggled to gain control over the pan. Killer Jam put so much force into his grip that he swung his arms to the left while holding the pan, making it fly a few yards from himself and Craig. He grabbed Craig and held him against a nearby wall. Craig was surprised at how strong Killer Jam was. He thought that they must’ve been around the same age, or Killer Jam worked out quite a bit. Craig kicked Killer Jam backwards and ran down a hallway to his left and made his way to the back room. Thankfully, Killer Jam didn’t follow him this time.
He continued to sing his song, “Looking in every place in this camp, I didn’t think it would be this hard. If only I could find the people who took my friends, then I could catch them off guard. Maybe my friends could be hidden somewhere, somewhere out of plain sight. Knowing that they could be anywhere, it’s going to keep me up all night. So, wake me up when we’re done here, and when all our friends have reappeared. All this time we’ve been fighting to save them, and trying to stop this mayhem. So, wake me up when we’re done here, and when all our friends have reappeared. All this time we’ve been fighting to save them, and trying to stop this mayhem. We’ve been fighting to save them, we’ve been fighting to save them, we’ve been fighting to save them, for all this time.”
While Craig stayed in the back room, Stacy and Walter stayed close together since they just witnessed an attempted kidnapping. Stacy whispered something to Walter, but didn’t finish as she spotted Sadistic Synth and Blood Bass walking in their direction. Walter mouthed the words “wait here” and ran towards the two. 597Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrMqWtN0jEI
Sadistic Synth grabbed his hat off his head and threw it frisbee-style into Walter’s face while Blood Bass ran around Walter and towards Stacy. Stacy tried to crawl away, but Blood Bass grabbed her, and she passed out from the terror poisoning her blood. Walter grabbed Sadistic Synth’s hat off his face and threw it aside as he lunged towards the maniac. The psychopath sidestepped Walter, pulled out his handy-dandy spray and aimed it right at Walter’s face. Right when Walter turned around, Sadistic Synth pressed down on the top of the can, releasing its fumes right in Walter’s face. He coughed forcefully and fell onto his back, unconscious. Sadistic Synth, feeling happier than clams do most likely, then ran over to Blood Bass and an unconscious Stacy. He grabbed her arms and Blood Bass grabbed her legs as they carried the paperweight girl back down the hallway and into their lair.
Sadistic Synth was tempted to go back and grab Walter, but Killer Jam probably wouldn’t approve of his choice. Sadistic Synth always had a difficult time following orders since he was overtly independent. He’s been this way for a fairly short time in his life. Oddly enough, he’s the only one in the group that’s this independent. Blood Bass and Dead Drum are equally independent, and Killer Jam is in the gray area right in between Blood Bass and Dead Drum, and Sadistic Synth. Fortunately, they all still go out and have fun together like they want to, and they have their morals to keep them out of trouble, well, for the most part. If anyone was a troublemaker, it was Sadistic Synth. Thinking about all the fun he’s had with his friends helped Killer Jam sleep, because before he knew it, it was morning.
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