Chapter Eleven, Part Two: The Hero With a Thousand FacebooksMature

Grey points to a storage drawer in the lower right corner. 

“…All right. Haven’t checked that one yet, so I’ll take a look, okay? Maybe there’s a live one in there.” 

Jack goes to the drawer and pulls. 

 A pile of plastic falls out on top of him, knocking him to the ground. 

The drawer slips all the way open and stays there, sticking with a rusty squeak. 


Jack pulls himself out from the pile of white plastic as it begins to self-inflate, growing a horn and a tail… and… odd little hooves that stick out at the four corners. 

“Oh my god, that is just… what the hell? A unicorn kiddy boat?” 

“Jack! The drawers?” 

Behind them, a high metallic rattle obscures a deeper sound, quite suddenly- a low, humming rumble that feels like it’s coming closer. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang… 







Jack makes an ‘o’ with his mouth and stares at Grey. Grey stares back at Jack and then down at the inflatable kiddy boat.  

Their eyes claw backward to the drawers, however, as the thickening drip starts hitting the floor behind them with a little more alacrity.  

“That smells like… pie filling? Mm, cherry!” Jack says, grinning as he grabs his brother firmly and jumps into the boat, just as the storage drawers fling open and let loose a monstrous wave of shiny, tart red roux.

The End

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