Chapter 12

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Jack had led Will to the big top, where the fleshy chair remains and a different chair, one you would find normally in someone's living room. Of course, Jack took the normal chair, while Will was stuck, sitting in the chair of stitched up human remains.
"Soooo Will, tell me a little about yourself"
" uhm I like horror movies, I-i work at a store in a mall... Uuuhhhmmm"
"You don't have much to your life, do you?"
"Y-Yeah...."
"You're a very boring individual"
"Uhm.... yeah.... I uhh.... i guess...."
Will slumped in the chair, thinking about about his life, what he does for the living, how his life went down to how, and who he is to be now. He was really boring. He was the incredibly Average Joe of both earth, and already, the underworld. He sits around at home watching movies until it's time to go to work, and he barely does anything, but cleans, and sits the cashier at work, until the end of the day. Will sighed to himself in disappointment.
"Hhhmm well what did you think about Frankie?"
"Uhm... he was alright.. i think..."
Will became more saddened by his thoughts. Here he was with nothing to talk about, but his sad boring life. What has happened to him? He used to be such a lively, pretty looking young guy, and look what's happened to him. He's now slouching in a fleshy human chair, with a psychotic clown, who might actually kill him at any time, and any day. Will could see Jack concern on his face. Will could also see Jack had wheels turning in his head trying to think of something to say.

"Hhhmm... sooooo what kind of horror movies do you like?"
"I mostly like slashers, except the extremely silly ones"
"Hehehe.. I can get a few chuckles out of those"
"I don't like them when it's dumbed down to sex jokes most of the time"
"Oh yeah, those are really stupid. I know a guy who loves those kinds of movies"
"Really?!"
"Yeah!!!"
Will and Jack went on talking about horror movies. Their favorites, their least favorites, people they know that likes those bad movies. Laughing, snickering, and enjoying themselves.

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