A/N: This chapter was turning out to be way too long so I decided to split it into a few parts. This part alone is 6,271 words and the rest is 5,000+ and counting. God help me.
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Two and A Half Weeks After Chapter 9...
Asher: Welp...
*Slam*
[Asher slams the hood of the truck closed.]
Asher: I think that just about does it!
[Asher is standing in front of the truck in Jerry's workshop. Everything looks the way it normally does, except there seem to be a bunch more tools and parts near the truck. The table is full of papers, empty booze bottles, and tools. It looks like Asher's been working on the truck for a while now, made obvious by the number of tools in the area and the fact that the truck is on a car jack. It looks better than it did before, the inside is clean, some of the dents in it have been hammered out, and the engine looks like it's in good condition. Even the welding machine next to the table has seen some use. For whatever reason... Jerry is kneeling down next to the truck's back left tire. He stands up and looks at Asher.]
Jerry: Isn't that the exact same thing you said two days ago?
[Asher dusts off his shirt. Asher points at Jerry with a smile.]
Asher: Correct! But two days ago I was drunk when I said it!
Jerry: Aren't you drunk right now?
Asher: Yes, no, maybe. Who cares?
[Asher walks over to the truck's driver's door and opens it.]
Asher: Now let's get this girl going.
Jerry: (Sarcastically) Fingers crossed.
[Asher climbs up into the truck and closes the door. He places both hands on the steering wheel and takes a deep breath.]
Asher: *Deep Breath* Alright...
[He reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a small keyring with a singular key on it. He holds the key and places it into the ignition.]
Asher: Don't fail me now...
[Asher turns the keys. The truck sputters for a second. Then it goes silent.]
*Sputter*
Asher: Come on...
[Jerry walks over to the driver's side door. He bends down a bit so he can see Asher in the driver's seat. Asher turns the key once again. The truck sputters a bit more.]
*Sputter*
[Then... The engine turns on. The truck purrs to life. A smile grows on Asher's face. He then starts laughing in joy.]
Asher: He-he-he! *Joyful Laughter* WOO-HOO!!! We fucking did it!!!
*Bang*
[A loud bang comes from the engine of the truck. The truck quickly goes silent. Asher's smile disappears. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He exhales and grips the steering wheel tightly. He then glares at the steering wheel in anger.]
Asher: (Quietly) God damn it.
Jerry: Well we tried...
Asher: Fuck!
*Slam*
[Asher angrily slams the dashboard of the truck getting Jerry's attention. As he slams the dashboard, for some unknown reason, the Trucks Radio turns on. It starts playing a laugh track from some radio station.]
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