Creepers

Chapter 8

"Ssoo uhm.. why did LJ or, Jack, or whatever his name is, bring me here?"
"It's some kind of family thing. you gotta fill some kind of place from the last person in your family or something"
"Family thing? Does it have to do with Isaac Grossman, o-or my great great great great grandfather?"
Frankie sighs. the sigh had a tone of annoyance in it.
"Look Will, I don't exactly know what LJ has up his sleeves, but He's an unpredictable killer clown, and you have no idea what he's got cooped up in his incredibly unstable head"
"Oh, uhm.. well, what do you know then?"
"well, I know he's not allowed to kill you, so you can rule out being murdered by him from your list of stuff to worry about"
Will munched on his hot-dog, feeling a bit more at ease with the fact that Jack won't kill him. Still, the ideas and questions, float around in Will's mind. "Who exactly is LJ, Frankie, and Isaac?" "Why isn't LJ allowed to kill me?" "What is LJ's main master plan?" "What does this have to do with me, a fat horror fan loser?". Will watched a little as Frankie took a bite of his half eaten hot-dog. The hate in Frankie's white and green eyes had toned down, but like the hate of grey clouds, rolling in on a soon-to-be-not-so-sunny day, an inner deep sadness seeped through his eyes.
"Are you ok, Frankie?"
"am, I, ok?! That's something you don't need to concern yourself with! There's more things on your plate to worry about than how I'm feeling!"
"I-i'm sorry, it's just you have a bit of sadness in your eyes"
"What?! has this situation you're in getting to your head?"
"Uhm... yeah I guess..."
Will silently debated on whether he was slowly going crazy, but was also wanting to crack this mysterious Frankenstein man. at least cracking this man would help prevent his mind from thinking about how all this has happened to him in one day, and one night.