Chapter 3: Jeff Andonuts (Cicero)

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Ness's body shot through the snow of Winters. When he slowed to a halt and fell over, he got a taste of the below-zero temperature. The worst thing was he was in his T-shirt and shorts, so he's definitely getting a cold. However, he wasn't far from Jeff. In fact, he was right outside the gates of the boarding school.

"Brr... Why did I f-forget that Winters is so c-cold?! It's in the n-name!! P-PK Fire!"

Two large, red-orange flames ignited from Ness' palms as if they were lighters. He then rubbed it up and down his forearms. 

While it did burn off his arm hair (the last remnant of Ness's manhood), it made him warmer. Now, all he had to do was use telepathy to let Jeff know he was here. He put his middle and index finger on his temple and focused.

'Hey, Jeff! It's me, Ness! I dunno if you can hear this, but, uh... Paula and I are planning a picnic in the forest between Onett and Twoson with the gang back together again. Do you wanna come with? I know your room is right at the front of the boarding school on the top floor, correct? If you can hear me, open your window and gimme a big ol' wave!'

A tired-looking Jeff opened the window.

"Ness?! What in the King's Lovely Delights are you doing here? It's..."

He checked his non-existent watch.

"Night-time! I swear to Marmite, if Miss Snidely hears about me escaping again, I'm dead meat!"

"It can't be that bad..."

"It's awful. She couldn't let me out of my room for a full YEAR!"

"What?! Wait... oh yeah, that's why I couldn't talk to you for so long..." Ness remarked.

Suddenly...

BAM!!

The bustage (if that's even a word) of a door was heard and a ferociously mean voice shrieked.

"JEEEEEEEEEEEFFFF!!!"

"Uh oh..." Ness replied from outside.

Uh oh, indeed! This woman was none other than Ms. Snidely.

"Jeff, what's going on??" another voice from the room spoke, worried.

"Tony, do not worry about it! I am the one in trouble!" Jeff reassured, more calm than expected.

"Dammit! I need to save him somehow... Oh, I know exactly how!"

He readied himself and rubbed his hands together.

"PK... CONTROL! To Jeff!"

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