The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket

Chapter 13: Soul Binders and Goodbyes

Papa and Billy Acachalla had been hitchhiking across the state, getting kicked out of the cars they had gotten rides from. Whether it was out of annoyance or fear, neither of them could tell.
At the moment, they had no time to think about their creator's troubles. "Papa," Billy complained, "I'm bored."

"Then make yourself unbored." Papa told his son. 

"How am I supposed to do that?" he whined.

"I don't know!" the Kentucky man snapped, "Maybe there's something inside the menu you can entertain yourself with. Maybe a mod or somthin'. Just quit botherin' me." 

With Annabelle in hand, Papa and Billy continued on their way. As Billy scrolled through some of the mods, "Sonic screwdriver, nah. Waffle gun? That would be more fun if Sally was with us..." 

"Thank Venturiantale she isn't." Papa mumbled to himself.

Even though his very 'interesting' son was keeping his mind occupied, he was worried about Sally and Gertrude. All he could do is hope that is wife and daughter were doing alright. Maybe they already found Venturian and the others. The thought of the creators made him worry as well. He hoped that they were doing okay too- "Hey!" Billy cried, "Johnny Toast put in The Bird Wings Mod!" Papa's heart fell to the floor. What was he- what was she thinking? "Hold me, Papa!" Billy leapt into his father's arms and ragdolled in his arms, shoving Papa's shotgun to the ground.

Papa Acachalla let out a huff of air, "Well, this can only end badly." 

After about a minute of awkward standing around, Billy popped back to life with large white wings on his back, "KA-KAW!" Papa dropped his son on the ground and ran for Annabelle, "Come on, Papa! Let's fly."

"No, Billy. Let's not fly."

"KA-KAW!" he screeched, retrieving a physics gun from the menu. 

"Billy! Stop this right now! You're acting like a-" Billy activated the gun on his father, forcing him to shut up. 

"I can't stop, Papa! I'm a bird! And I don't care. Cause I'm a-" He thrusted the gun up into the air, causing Papa Acachalla to lose connection with the thin line that held him to it, "Whoops." Billy darted into the air and caught up to his dad. He re-established a connection between the gun and Papa, "I got you!" 

"I swear," he shook his head, "You are the dumbest kid in the whole freaking universe." 

"I know." Billy grinned. The physics gun couldn't hold Papa's weight and they began to fall out of the sky. Below them was a dense forest, fortunately. Unfortunately, Papa snapped most of the twigs from out under them, causing them to land on the, hard, rocky dirt. When they looked up, there was a complete clearing for the sun to go through the forest. Billy whistled, "You're heavy, Papa."

"I'm not heavy!" Papa snapped, "I'm thick. There's a difference." 

"Not really." 

The Kentucky man was ready to shoot his son in the head when they heard a shrill, high-pitched laughter. It sent chills down each of their spines. Papa and Billy looked each other in the eye. Only one person they knew had a laugh like that. They snuck over to the noise and saw a small clearing to a worn-down building.  

They hid behind a few bushes to see what was going on. They saw that Jimmy Casket had a gun aimed at HomelessGoomba and Bethany Frye, who was in Isaac's arms, while Johnny Ghost and Toast were placing something one the ground. It was the bracelets. What on earth were they thinking? 

Gertrude and Sally were on the ground. Papa couldn't tell if they couldn't get up or were told not to by the idiotic psychopath. Gertrude was looking around, probably for a way for all of them to escape. When she spotted her husband, she was both elated and horrified. She didn't want her husband to get involved in this too.