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What if everyone got super powers?(part 84). Remake
A rumble echoed from the depths of the tunnel.
Heavy footsteps, a metallic echo, quiet voices — and soon silhouettes emerged from the darkness.
First — Harold. Behind him — Gerda, Leslie, Dale, Otto, and Gordon.
Six Crowfaces, now free from the spheres. Their bodies still flickered with a faint cyan glow — a result of the holographic distortions that the Entity had turned them into.
Nicky and the others tensed up.
"It's..." Murtaugh raised a hand, preparing to attack, but Franklin quietly stopped him.
The six stopped.
When their eyes fell upon Franklin, their eyes widened.
"M-mister?.." whispered Leslie, disbelieving his eyes.
"You... are here?.."
Franklin did not reply. His face remained impassive, but his gaze held a heaviness — not rage, not joy, but a weary realization.
He stepped forward, glancing over them.
"Harold," he said quietly.
"I see you haven't lost your touch."
He gave a short, proud nod. Behind him, a huge metallic figure stirred — a mech resembling a bird, assembled from scrap metal. Its eyes flashed blue, and it stood between Harold and Nicky.
"This is my new defense," Harold said reservedly.
"In case someone decides to repeat the past."
Franklin gave a barely noticeable nod.
"Clever. But not now."
He shifted his gaze to the others:
"We are at a truce."
Silence. Even the drops of water falling from the ceiling seemed loud.
"What?.." Gerda frowned.
"A truce? With them?"
"For now," Franklin specified coldly.
"Doom returns. And if we don't want to be erased along with this simulation — we will have to act together."
He glanced at Nicky.
For a second, their eyes met, and Nicky felt a strange pang — as if electricity flashed beneath his skin.
Intuition whispered: he offered this truce because of him.
Murtaugh stepped closer, but Franklin raised his palm.
"I'm not asking for trust. Only time."
Nicky did not reply. He only nodded briefly, clenching his fists.
The next second, the air shook.
A sudden blast of sound swept through the tunnel, booming and powerful, like a clap of thunder. Dust crumbled from above, the ground trembled.
Franklin turned around — and didn't even have time to curse.
"Maritza..." Nicky breathed out.
From a distance, leaving a fiery trail behind her, a girl rushed towards them.
Her eyes blazed with determination, and her body was enveloped in purple fire — a fusion of the Prism's power and her own Fire Boost ability.
Each step seared the asphalt.
She was rushing straight at Franklin.
"GET AWAY FROM THEM, MONSTER!" she screamed.
But before Franklin could react, Nicky appeared in front of him.
He stepped forward, holding out his hand, and the flames reflected in his eyes.
Maritza slammed to a halt, sparks flying, and the air between them vibrated with tension.
"Nicky?!" she didn't believe her eyes.
"What are you doing?! It's him! He's the reason..."
"I know," he replied calmly, but internal tension could be heard in his voice.
"But not now."
The flame around Maritza flared brighter.
"'Not now'?! He manipulated you! He killed people, Nicky!"
Franklin stood silently behind him, not even moving. He only slightly narrowed his eyes — like a person who was not new to hearing accusations.
"If you want to fight — hit me," Nicky said hollowly.
"But don't touch him."
Everything around them froze. Even Maritza's fire seemed to stop in place.
"Why?.." she whispered.
"Why are you protecting him?"
Nicky lowered his gaze.
"Because I saw what he saw. And I know that right now he is not the enemy."
Her lips trembled, but she could not find the words.
She only stepped back, slowly extinguishing the flames around her.
Behind her, Aaron and Finch had already landed.
"Is everything okay?" Aaron asked cautiously, but upon noticing Franklin, his expression instantly changed.
"WHAT?!"
Nicky turned to his friends, quietly but firmly:
"He is with us."
"What?!" Maritza, Aaron, and Finch exclaimed in unison. As did Enzo, who had just arrived.
Franklin smirked, looking off to the side:
"You certainly don't lose your courage, Roth."
"And you don't lose reasons to test it," Nicky retorted.
Maritza covered her face with her hand.
"This is insane..."
But in the depths of her gaze, a doubt flickered — the very one that prevented her from finally believing that Franklin was simply a monster.
And from above, in the booming darkness of the tunnel, as if responding to their argument, something scraped.
Sand trickled from the cracks, sliding onto the floor, and the air filled with a dry rustle.
Franklin lifted his head.
"...It seems the conversation is over," he said calmly.
"The second titan has awakened."
Everyone nodded at this and headed toward the exit of the cave:
...
Back in the city.
"So... how are you?" Delroy asked awkwardly.
He sat opposite Ivan, both of them on the roof of one of the buildings.
"... fine. And... how about you?" Torre smiled nervously.
"Me too..." Schmidt looked away, blushing.
A silent pause hung in the air, only a small rustling from the debris around them broke the silence.
"You... fought well with Finch. I mean... your adrenaline, your earth element... and your alteration of your own body's structure is just... amazing." Ivan rubbed the back of his head.
Delroy blinked a couple of times, considering the words:
"I... thanks? You... were good too. Your telekinesis, which is now psychokinesis, your new ESP form, ice attacks and slides. You... were cool-cool," Delroy smirked.
Ivan smiled weakly at hearing this, it felt good.
Now, only an hour remained until the start of Phase 3. And Torre understood that one way or another, either he or Delroy would be eliminated.
They had to fight each other.
"...how did we get to this?" he asked aloud.
Delroy shifted in place, turning away, and surveyed the wreckage:
"...I guess we've come a long way."
Ivan nodded, looking in the same direction:
"Yes. A very... thorny, difficult one."
He remembered all the fights, the injuries, the fears, the wonders, and the horrors. But they always got out... they can now, too! Right?
"Yeah. If... a couple of months ago someone told me I'd be hanging out with the geeks from the inventors' club, I would've laughed at that," Delroy chuckled.
Ivan glanced at him and added:
"And if someone told me magic was real, I would've gone crazy," he chuckled.
Delroy laughed slightly at the phrase, but still didn't look at Torre.
"You... are a good guy, Torre," he finally said.
Ivan looked at Delroy in surprise, as if he had just said something unusual.
"What?"
"I mean... you're a boring geek. But... I suppose that's your charm? You... are very kind, always ready to support, to help... I'm lucky to have someone... like you." Schmidt trailed off at the end of the sentence.
Ivan narrowed his eyes, Delroy clearly wanted to say something between "someone" and "like you," but what? Friend?
"Me too," he sighed.
Delroy looked up, meeting his gaze:
"I... you, I mean. You always helped me, you became... a real friend, a club member. I never thought I'd say that."
Delroy lowered his gaze, he felt his own thoughts carrying him into the past, to memories.
And luckily for him, Ivan's thoughts were the same.
(Memories:
Nocky (then Nocky) slowly turned to Trinity:
"Quarry? Alone? Why doesn't everyone just go to these 'zones,' and leave Murtaugh for later? If he's already gone — what's the point?"
Ivan flinched, as if a needle had been stuck into his chest.
"The point? He's a person! Our teacher!" he flared up.
"He helped us, he protected us, when..."
"When he didn't understand a damn thing about what was happening here!" Nocky sharply interrupted.
"And if he's in the clutches of the Crowfaces, then, forgive me, but it's no longer a 'search.' It's more like a 'gathering of remains'!"
Ivan jumped up, but Trinity's hand stopped him. He staggered back. Turned to the wall.
But this was too much.
"You're a pain," Delroy's voice was quiet, but heavy, like a truck.
"You were the one whining that all the people dear to you were missing. You were the one saying that no one understood you! You know everything! You evaluate everything! But until you yourself are hurt by loss, you don't care!"
Nocky turned around.
"Delroy, don't interfere. You've never been known for your intelligence..."
And then Delroy moved.
Straight to the jaw.
A crunch.
Nicky flew back, crashing into the table, nearly knocking over the map with markers.
Everyone froze.
Nicky got up slowly. His hand held his jaw. His lip was split. His eyes... filled with fury. But he didn't hit back. Even though his fist clenched...
He just breathed out:
"Fine... I get it."
"No, you don't get anything," Delroy grumbled.
"Just shut up and do your part."
...
"We've already determined it. By all accounts, he's Nicky. Leslie is just taking his form. This one is identical, only there's a certain fluid in his blood that even I can't understand," Ivan snorted, shaking off his drool-covered hand.
"...don't cry so much, geek. I'm sure we'll find Mr. Murtaugh," Delroy made his presence known, and placed a hand on Ivan's shoulder.
"And I'm also sure that he would want us to stick together. And especially he would want you to feel good," the dark-skinned boy continued.
Ivan just looked at him.
Right now, Delroy seemed so... warm. Gentle... his voice was soothing, alluring...
Without even realizing it, Ivan blushed.
...
"...if they did something to him... if he's dead... if they just tossed him into one of these tunnels like garbage..." he muttered to himself, barely noticing that Delroy heard every word.
"Hey, Ivan..." Delroy began cautiously.
"...he could have just... gone somewhere. We haven't found a body or any clues yet."
"That's what's scary," Ivan stopped, turning over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming in the light of the flashlight,
"Mr. Murtaugh — he... he always told me after I found out if he was leaving. Even when it was for a short time. Even when it was just to the store."
Delroy snorted.
"Well, maybe this time he just didn't have time? You know, like... he was kidnapped, or he's trapped. That's not uncommon here."
Ivan didn't answer. He stepped further, circling an old ventilation shaft.
"...what if he died?" he threw out, even quieter now, almost a whisper, as if afraid the tunnels would hear.
"Then you won't be the only one to miss him," Delroy caught up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ivan flinched, but didn't pull away.
"He was like a father to you, that's clear. But if you devour yourself before you find out the truth — that won't help him."
"You don't understand..." Ivan quietly breathed out.
"He was the first teacher who saw in me more than just a nerd with gadgets. He... he made me believe that I was worth something. He made my mom truly happy after dad left us."
"That's right," Delroy said, squeezing his shoulder tighter.
"Even if he's gone, even if he's no longer here — you don't become less. You don't have to fall apart if someone leaves. You have to hold on — at least for his sake."
They both fell silent for a second. Somewhere further down the tunnel, the wind rushed past. Or a rat. Or a memory.
"...thank you," Ivan said barely audibly.
"You know how to say the right things. When you need to."
"Sometimes, just don't tell Finch, or he'll think I'm getting sensitive," Delroy chuckled.
Ivan smiled. Just a little.
...
"Hey, can I ask a question?"
"When are you not asking questions?" Delroy scoffed, twirling a holographic map in his fingers.
"No, seriously. Why did you... well, save me many times?"
Delroy looked at him, but didn't answer. Ivan continued:
"In these tunnels, remember? When Tavish almost crushed me. You could've finished Otto. But you rushed to me."
Delroy nervously clicked his tongue.
"Yeah. That happened."
"And when Murtaugh went missing... you tried the most to cheer me up... you even punched Nocky when he started being insolent."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Why?"
A pause. A ragged breath. Somewhere in the distance — the sound of a rodent scurrying into the shadow.
"Well..." Delroy began, looking away.
"I don't know. It's just... You're not bad, Torre. A complete nerd, but... not bad."
Ivan raised an eyebrow, a question without words in his gaze.
Delroy genuinely blushed. And suddenly added, as if ripping off a band-aid:
"You... are special, okay?! People like you... are hard to find. You're smart, but not arrogant. Kind, but not spineless."
He coughed and added quieter:
"And when you get angry — it's even a little funny."
Ivan looked at him. Astonished. Without a smile, but with a new understanding.
"I like you, Torre. There," Delroy said.
He ran a hand over the back of his head, as if it physically hurt.
"And I didn't finish off Otto then... because if I had lost you... well... it would have been worse."
Ivan didn't say anything. He just stood, looking at him.
Then he stepped closer and said softly, very calmly:
"Thank you. Truly."
They walked on — silently, side by side.)
Ivan and Delroy simultaneously looked at each other, as if sensing that they were contemplating the exact same thing.
They didn't want to fight any of the people close to them. And even more, they didn't want to fight against each other.
...
Back to the island:
"And not only that," Franklin said, looking toward where the skies were once again stained with green-red flashes.
"The third... and fourth titan have awakened."
The silence became heavier than the air. Even the waves crashing against the rocks seemed quieter.
Franklin wasted no time.
"Harold."
His voice sounded clear, authoritative.
"Return to the place where the spheres were. The rounds of the second phase are likely already over. Free the losers and explain the situation to them."
"Acknowledged," Harold nodded.
"I'll go with him," Enzo interjected.
"If Ivan lost to Abananta, I won't leave him alone with any of you."
Franklin briefly glanced at him and rolled his eyes. They still didn't trust him...
"Fine. Do as you see fit."
He shifted his gaze to the other Crowfaces.
"You — will deal with the second titan. No improvising."
Five Crowfaces, second form activated. The ash, shadow, and glow of their wings filled the horizon as they soared upward.
"We'll take the third," Nicky said, gathering Aaron, Maritza, and Finch around him.
"Then the fourth is ours," Quentin added, looking at Jay, Luanne, and Murtaugh.
Franklin nodded, giving instructions like a general confident in every word. But beneath that confidence, weariness was palpable — too much had fallen at once.
Quentin noticed Aaron rubbing his eyes out of the corner of his eye.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"It's fine," Aaron replied, but metal trembled in his voice.
"Fine, you say?" Quentin stepped closer.
"You know yourself what I see when you lie."
Aaron looked away.
"They just hurt a little. From strain."
While they spoke, Nicky felt the gaze of his parents.
Jay and Luanne stood nearby, silently, but their anxiety was palpable.
He sighed and decided to preempt the conversation.
"Mom, Dad, don't worry," he said, trying to smile.
"I'll be fine. With my 'Lightning Boost: Limit Break,' I'm at the peak of my strength."
The phrase sounded confident... but as soon as he uttered the word "Dad," the air seemed to waver.
Franklin slowly turned to him.
And Jay — did too.
An invisible spark instantly passed between them. Stare against stare.
The heaviness of silence again settled on everyone.
Luanne frowned, and her fingers clenched into fists.
Jay took a step forward, looking directly at Franklin.
In his eyes — anger, old, uncooled, like embers beneath ash.
Franklin did not look away. Not a shadow of fear. Only cold steel and... a barely discernible sadness.
He seemed to want to say something — but remained silent.
Finch and Maritza exchanged concerned glances.
"What... was that just now?" Finch whispered.
"Family drama," Maritza replied flatly.
"Doesn't look like a pleasant one."
Nicky stood, looking at his parents, then at Franklin.
A shadow of weariness flickered across his face. Not anger, not fear — weariness.
He seemed to want to say: "Stop. Not now."
But there were no words.
The pause ended only when Murtaugh stepped closer and placed his hands on Jay's and Luanne's shoulders.
"Now is not the time," he said softly, but firmly.
"We have a rare opportunity to act together. Let's not miss it because of old scores."
Jay clenched his teeth, looking away.
Luanne exhaled, moving her hand away from her belt.
Franklin silently turned away, as if the whole scene was just an echo of something that could no longer be changed.
Nicky lowered his gaze.
"We... are going," he said quietly.
And, without waiting for an answer, he walked forward. Behind him — Maritza, Finch, and Aaron.
Franklin watched them go.
For a second, his face softened. Just a little.
But enough for the Crowfaces standing nearby to sense something was wrong.
One of them quietly muttered:
"Is he still... attached to the boy?"
Another immediately elbowed him.
"...shut up."
Franklin didn't hear. Or pretended not to hear.
He just stood, looking where the four had disappeared.
And the wind, passing by, seemed to carry his barely audible whisper:
"Be safe, Nicky."
...
"Crap! Crap! Crap!" Trinity screamed, burying her head in her knees.
Her makeup, already battered from the battles, now looked more like... a terrible assortment of colors. Randomly scattered all over her face.
"...why? Why?" she asked herself.
She is alone! There are only Ivan and Delroy, and one of them will be eliminated after this phase.
She lost Nicky... she didn't even know if he was alive! He could be anywhere. With anyone.
She swallowed, imagining how Roth was desperately needing help right now, and she wasn't there.
"As long as Nicky is okay, I'm okay." Her own words from the past flashed in her mind.
And damn... she clearly messed up.
She locked him in the basement! The place where he was traumatized! She considered him a traitor (though it turned out he was, but he was brainwashed)! She hurt him! She didn't try to cheer him up when he thought he was a clone!
She was a bad friend. And worst of all, Nicky considered her his best friend then.
Of course, now he said he didn't hold grudges. He was happy to talk to her. But was he telling the truth?
She didn't know. The last thing she wanted was for her first love to not only reject her but also hate her.
She absolutely does not want to lose Nicky. Not even as a friend.
She knew that Nicky wasn't ready for a relationship; he was still trying to move on from Mya. And because of this, he felt very bad, because by delaying his answer, he was making her, Aaron, Maritza, and Finch wait.
She wasn't pressuring him, though. She learned her lesson. She was a good leader who cared for her friends.
But still, she felt slightly hurt. She couldn't help it, just as she couldn't help something else...
Aaron.
Initially, she didn't know him at all, but based on Nicky's words, Aaron was his best friend.
The first time she saw him, it was very bad. Aaron was trying to kill Nicky and was working with the Wolf (though it was later revealed that the Wolf was distorting his mind).
Next, he helped them save Nicky and bring him back control.
And so they conspired, of course, they were rivals for Roth's heart, but that wasn't the point.
Aaron was quite... a good, nice guy. He was slightly arrogant, but at the same time caring, obviously due to his traumas.
She couldn't help it. Every action of Aaron's only evoked more respect and sympathy.
She couldn't have feelings for two boys at once, could she?
"God... you idiot!" the girl struck herself on the forehead.
She needed to think about something else. About revenge. About how to take everything out... everything on this Michael.
He will regret it. She will make sure of that. He dared to knock out Nicky and Aaron. Seriously wound them.
He will not get away with it.
She will make sure of that.
...
Meanwhile:
The path to the northern part of the island was long, but hardly any of them noticed the journey.
Stone paths wound among fallen trees and scorched craters, the air still smelled of ozone — traces of past battles.
Aaron finally convinced Quentin to stay with Nicky's parents and Murtaugh, assuring him that "everything is under control."
Now he caught up with Nicky, Maritza, and Finch.
Truthfully, there wasn't much joy in it — the company walked in silence.
Nicky walked ahead, as if in his own reality, and his friends — slightly behind, exchanging anxious glances.
Aaron was the first to break:
"Hey, Nicky... is everything okay? You seem a bit..."
He didn't finish.
Nicky didn't turn around.
He just kept walking, looking straight ahead, but his gaze was empty, as if he was seeing something completely different.
And indeed — he was.
Scenes flashed before his inner eye.
(Memories:
Dust, sky, violet flashes. And a gigantic shadow — the Squid.
A monster appeared before him — a machine. Gray, cold, like death itself.
Its claws gleamed, as if made of liquid metal, and a hum, a vibration that chilled to the bone, emanated from its body.
Nicky darted forward, lightning tearing the air, "fear attack" intertwined with streams of energy, but — useless.
The Squid moved faster, more accurately, stronger. Its blows swept away everything in their path, and the violet trails left light burns in the air.
"Damn..." Nicky exhaled, dodging another discharge.
He knew — one more hit, and he would simply be torn apart.
But then... the air above him ripped apart. Black wings, sharper than blades, pierced the sky.
A figure plunged into the Squid with such speed that the sky was blinded by a flash.
The mechanical monster shuddered and exploded in a vortex of violet sparks.
A familiar voice carried through the roar:
"Catch!"
A violet emerald flew towards him, and Nicky, almost instinctively, grabbed it.
The power seared his palms, but he already knew that timbre, that heavy breathing behind the words:
"Nicky, hold on!"
He looked up.
In front of him — Franklin Peterson.
The man whose hands once saved him.
And the same man whose hands previously turned his life into a nightmare.)
The memory faded, but the feeling did not go away.
Nicky felt something clenching inside, like a wave erupting from the depths.
"Why... him?" the thought flashed through his mind.
Too many contradictions. Care mixed with fear. Strength that created emptiness.
He froze.
The air around him began to warp. An unusual cold pierced the space, and waves of dark energy burst from his body.
"Nicky?.." Maritza said quietly.
The cyan aura — the usual glow of lightning — disappeared. Pitch-blackness emerged in its place. Thick, like ink.
Nicky's hair darkened before their eyes, and his irises became black-brown, without highlights.
The shadows around him seemed to come alive, twisting like living threads.
"Nicky!" Finch exclaimed.
He didn't answer. His breathing became heavy, and his fingers trembled.
A moment — and Finch takes a step forward.
"Stop!" — and a slap across the face with full force.
The hum of darkness was cut off.
The sound of the slap echoed through the forest. Nicky blinked, as if waking up from a dream.
His cheek burned, and his heart beat at a frantic rhythm.
"What was that?!" Finch shook his shoulder.
"I..." he stammered, looking away.
"It's shadow energy. It's... still in me. Even after we erased Nocky."
He sighed.
"But it only comes out when I'm... angry. Or scared."
Maritza frowned:
"So, you've been... holding this back all this time?"
"Yes." He nodded.
"And don't worry, I'm fine."
Finch squinted doubtfully.
"Fine? After that? You almost turned back into him!"
He merely chuckled — wearily, almost resignedly.
"Then you're lucky you stopped me in time."
Aaron shook his head.
"Nicky... I don't want to be a wise mentor. I'm far from that myself... but you need to learn to trust. We're here for a reason."
"I know," he answered quietly.
But deep in his mind, a thought flickered, cold and frightening:
But... it felt good. That power. That freedom.
He shuddered and quickened his pace, as if running away from his own thoughts.
Finch, Maritza, and Aaron exchanged glances.
They didn't need words to understand one thing: a shadow was still stirring inside Nicky.
And that shadow clearly had no intention of letting him go.
They broke up. ☹️💔
I don't know if it looks "good" enough, but I tried my best based of the descriptions given from the books. Also for @cacciocavalloblu
(Zoom in closer to see the writing on Dale's badge)
Jay's Nightmare a Hello Neighbor Short
By Roy Roth
It was a long and stressful day for Jay Roth, who had a bad day at work, unlike his wife Luanne.
Jay looks in the mirror with a bizarre expression.
Jay: "i gotta tell you this launne, this job isn't paying me well, and all this stress is getting to me."
Luanne: "Oh, honey dear, it's just stress. All you need is a bit of relaxation and sleep, of course."
Jay’s POV: The mirror in front of him cracks slightly as if in response.
Jay: "A bit of that for one or two weeks is enough for me."
Jay dives into bed, pulling the covers over himself.
Luanne: "Good night, honey." Luanne turns off the light next to her.
Jay: "Sweet dreams, launne." Jay also turns off the light on his side.
Jay kisses Luanne on the cheek before going to sleep.
??? (Female): "Eww, I think I’ve been kissed by a J**"
Jay: "What?"
Leslie: "Hey, is this our bed, or are we in the wrong room?"
Jay: "Huh?"
Gordon: "Does anyone have a Golden Apple coin with them?"
???: "I do."
Jay: "Now what in-"
Suddenly, random people appear in bed with them.
Random People: "HII!"
Jay: "Luanne, there are strangers in our bed!"
Luanne: "What are you people doing here."
*Door knocking.*
Jay: "Now what?"
Jay opens the door, and a random couple walks in.
Ellen: "This motel isn't so bad right kids."
Shaun and michael: "Yep."
Martin: "It might not be bad but the state where are in is so bad."
Jay: "What the—"
*Door knocking.*
Emily: "Tip him."
Henry: "yes honey. Here ya go."
Jay: "Umm, excuse me, this isn't a—"
*Door knocking.*
More and more random people enter the room.
DoorDash Guy: "Order's here."
Jay: "I didn't order anything—hey, wait!"
Jay shuts the door loudly, getting everyone’s attention.
Jay: "People! People! What and why is everybody in our house? And who told all of you that our house is a motel?."
As Jay tried to make sense of the chaos around him, he heard rustling from under the blankets. To his surprise, his college friend, Miguel Esposito, emerged, looking sheepish.
Miguel: "Hey, Jay. Uh... so, funny story—I think I messed up."
Jay: "Miguel What Now."
Miguel: "So, I accidentally gave the wrong location for the motel I own. Instead of people going there, they ended up here."
Jay: "What?! How does that even happen?"
Miguel: "I mixed up the GPS coordinates, and now everyone thinks this is the motel. They’ve been coming here all night."
Jay stares at Miguel in disbelief as more people wander through the house, some even helping themselves to snacks in the kitchen.
Jay: "Miguel, you can’t just use my house as a motel!"
Miguel: "Come on, Jay, it’s just for one night. I’ll fix it in the morning, I swear!"
Miguel gives a nervous laugh, but Jay's stern expression doesn't waver.
Jay: "My house is not for sale."
Miguel: "Well, of course not, but it is for rent."
Everyone burst into laughter, filling the room with noise.
Miguel: "I’ve got all my staff outside waiting for orders. Say, does anyone want some snacks or drinks?"
Crowd: "We do!"
As one of Miguel’s staff members opened the bedroom door, the roomful of people spilled out, tumbling onto the floor. Jay found himself buried under the pile of bodies.
Jay: "Luanne, honey, help! I need to move, Luanne, I—"
Suddenly, Jay jolted awake, gasping for breath.
Jay: "Oh, good God. Luanne, I just had the craziest dream ever. Our house was being rented out—can you imagine that?"
Jay turned around to see Luanne, his heart nearly stopped. Everyone from his dream was still there, crowded in the room.
Miguel: "Oops That wasn’t just a dream, you know, pal."
Jay: "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
In a panic, Jay bolted out of the room, dashed outside, and jumped into his car. Without looking back, he sped off down the street.
Back inside, Maritza watched through the window, confused.
Maritza: "What’s wrong with your dad?"
Nicky: "I have no idea."
If the world was completely Gordon cleave fans I would not be alive
Leave him in jail
Don’t expect this to be too much, I’m still working out the Kinks.