A/N: Now I've gone missing a few more weeks. I had all the time in the world and the story was already finished, but I ultimately decided not to post it until much, much later. Today I finally decided to stop procrastinating and post it. The original story of Papa Grande was actually from the perspective of multiple characters, which was extremely distracting and unnecessary. So, I decided to stick to Jasper, change the names of a few characters, and have his story end differently and go about it in a way that makes sense. I have more plans for Grande, and you will see more of him in the future.
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The clock ticked loudly above me. It was late morning, and I remember falling asleep on my bed watching mindless, late-night cartoons and leaving the TV on. The loud sounds from the early morning shows stirred me awake with sounds of explosions and crazy hijinks.
I suddenly found myself looking at the clock. It was nine in the morning, and I already knew my parents weren't home. My mom was working, and my dad was helping a friend move. My dad didn't even ask me to help, which was surprising, but it worked for me.
Tired from last night's channel surfing, I was hoping for at least one good scary movie or TV show to pop up, but all I found were bland, boring infomercials. I sat in bed for a few minutes allowing myself to wake up fully before starting a new day. The grating noise of the clock was the only sound that lofted in my room.
I gazed around my room until my eyes landed on the bookcase filled with chilling stories I read many times and now grew bored of. Slowly, I got out of bed, walked toward the bookcase, and pulled out one of the books.
My eyes glazed down at it as I opened it, flipping through the pages. I sighed and put the book back, knowing what happened in the story. A monster goes nuts, and two girls escape by defeating the ghoul by exorcising it. Same cliché story, same cliché ending.
All the books or movies I watched either have the hero or heroine escape and have their happy ending. In all honesty, it is always predictable and quite sad. It is one of the reasons why I strive to find new ways to get a good scare. A new horrifying twist would be most pleasing to experience. But nowadays, people repeat the same formula, never taking a chance to go beyond that endless cycle of horror. I broke out from my ponderings and then proceeded towards the door to depart from my room.
"I guess I can make some Mac and Cheese," I thought, craving food after a long night. I made my way into the kitchen. While looking for the box, I opened a cabinet filled with canned fruit and other foods in boxes like spaghetti, noodles, and so on. I slowly leaned in, digging through them.
That's when I saw a hand reaching and grabbing a box right next to me. I mentally slapped myself and looked to my left to see my little sister, Rose. She shook the box in my face.
"You're as blind as a bat sometimes, Jasper."
I huffed, grabbing the box from her hands and sitting it on the counter.
"When did you come downstairs?" I asked as she watched me.
"I've been in the living room."
"Watching television?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "SpongeBob was on."
"Alright, since you're here--" I started, but my phone's ringtone cut me off. I sighed, looking over at the macaroni again and toward my phone.
"One second. Can you stir the macaroni for me, please?"
"Is it Mollie?"
"Most likely." I nodded, going towards my phone. I looked at the caller ID. "Yep, it's her."
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