Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 16

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I do not own Devil's Lullaby by Lordi, so all credit to them where it's due

Also, thank youuuuuu @qwertuno for gettin' me such neat ideas, and also for recommending that song to be used! 

Thanks again for reading, it truly means a lot to me <3

Everyone in the room turned to face me. I wanted to cry. Luke looked like he was going to be sick.

"Well, Vic, that's an interesting proposition, wasn't expecting that from you, to be honest," Jerry replied. I watched him slowly approach me. Hopefully, this would buy Deputy Evan some time to call the SWAT team. "Get out of here, all of you," He shouted. The cultists, including Luke, left the room. My heart began to pound, and not in a good way. I stood up, dusting my thighs off. I didn't dare look at the carnage behind me.

"Uhm-" I started to say.

"Now, what do you want to talk about?" Jerry asked, coming uncomfortably close to me.

"I-"

Jerry put a finger to my mouth. I could smell the blood on it. I moved my hand slowly along my thigh, using the other one to place on Jerry's back. I had to move quickly before this escalated. I kept my eyes locked on Jerry's, hoping he wasn't noticing me pulling the lanyard from my pocket.

"Now, is this 'cause I'm using Willy's body? Or have I always been there?" Jerry asked coyly. My gut wretched, knowing very well Willy was watching me lie my way through this. All you need to do is incapacitate him. That's it. Then make him give you the spell. I slid my hand slowly into my pocket, fiddling with the key lanyard. I had finally found a use for the pointy charm. Once I found the stabbing tool, I used my free hand to grasp the overall strap on Jerry's right side.

"So tell me," I started, "What did Luke do to bring you back?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Jerry growled. I tugged on the strap slowly. I had watched Willy long enough to know where each and every one of his pockets were. One in the front, two in the back. Staring has it's perks, doesn't it. 

"It's not like I had anything to do with it,"

"You have a point. You see, the art of dark magic is something I've grown familiar with over the years. And there's a specific series of words that I made him use," Jerry explained. Reel it in, Vic.

"What kind of words," I whispered, bringing my head close to Jerry. I'm so sorry Willy.

"Don't you know anything about dark magic?" Jerry asked. I traced my hand down to the first back pocket.

"A little bit," I replied. That was a complete lie.

"Ah, moving fast, are we Vic?" Jerry asked as I moved my hand to the other back pocket. It was a waste of time, as nothing was in either back pockets, and I was making myself look like an idiot.

"Too fast for you?" I asked, moving my hand to the front pocket. My heart leapt as my hand came across a piece of paper. Clutching it between my two fingers, I went to remove my hand. My hazy eyes stayed locked on Jerry's, hoping they'd distract him from what I was doing.

"They say the eyes are the key to the soul," Jerry started, grabbing my wrist tightly. I had almost gotten the paper out. "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to get me to tell you,"

"What," I breathed, as his grip tightened on my wrist.

"Honestly, for a few seconds you had me thinking I could have you,"