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"You make me feel like an old crock." A hearty voice laughed. "Here I've been, wasting away, and you're running around chasing skirts." What seemed to be nothing more then a frail old human with pale green hair stood up and grabbed his cane, making his way to the kitchen in the back of the bookstore. If one looked at his neck, which was covered by the turtle neck sweater he wore, you'd see the clipped off flowers that emitted a sweet and calming fragrance.

"Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Alcohol?" He asked.

"No, don't bother yourself into it." The sinister voice responded, which could only belong to the deceptive and sadistic Dusclops-Morph called Jacky Spooky. He seemed to be grinning widely at his old comrade, his detached hands rapping against the knotty table he sat at. "I don't need sustence." Jacky smiled at the words, his shoulders rolling, the gray long sleeved shirt shivering a bit. The sleeves were all thrashed and ripped up, with patches all of it. It was suitable for him, and he wore the most simple pair of jeans he could fish from his eccentric closet. Basically, he looked like some young hipster who should be frequenting concerts rather then ancient ghost.

The old man chuckled at Jacky's words. "You haven't really changed, have you? Still cruel." He went to the kitchen and shortly after returned with two cups of ice tea anyway. "So, how have you been? It's been about several decades. I thought you didn't make it out."

Jacky looked down at the tea, picking it up and staring at it. "I've found my Reasons of Existence." He said. "And I have changed... I've become... weaker." He looked down. "Weaker, and weaker. I worry about, when the time comes, how I'll protect my Reasons of Existence." He pulled out a picture from his jean pocket and showed it to the man. "Look Meghan." He whispered. "She's so lovely... my dear... I honestly can't bear to be away from her for so long anymore." He said, his words honest and true. Now that he was with someone male with a clear understanding of him, he felt no need to lie. "And then, sometimes I get thoughts of what I'd do to anyone who attempts to take her away from me..." A sick smirk appeared on his face. "I will kill them, anyone who tries to take my dear Ethel away... she belongs to me. And I belong to her."


Looking at the picture, the Meganium morph listened to Jacky's possessive rant. "She... looks like her. Jacky, she resembles her a little."

"NO SHE DOESN'T! SHE LOOKS LIKE ETHEL AND NO ONE ELSE!" He screamed, jumping to his feet and throwing the tea into Meghan's face. "That one... that one I killed, I made sure she was dead... she can't come back. She can't haunt me. Ethel looks NOTHING like her. Ethel looks like Ethel, no one else!"

Meghan laid on the ground, wiping the cold tea from his face. He had forgotten Jacky's little fits. But this was less destructive then his past ones. Meghan could recall back when, Jacky wouldn't calm down until he was bathed in fresh blood. Over all this time, he had thought Jacky would have gotten worse with his thrist of blood.

Jacky shivered, sitting back down and putting his head into his hands. He didn't want to think about it, ever again... no. "Sorry, lost my temper there, sorry Meghan." He said, as though nothing happened.

"It's okay, just don't scare me so much anymore." Meghan said, laughing it off as he pulled himself back into his seat. He leaned in close to Jacky. "Can you still do... 'that'?" He asked in a very low voice.

"That?" Jacky's eyes widened as he realized what Meghan was speaking about. "I don't know, and I fear trying." He whispered back to him, his eyes looking around to see if there was a chance someone was hiding around the bookshelves that surrounded the two. "If I did so, I might even lose Ethel... it's bad enough I look this human, it raises questions about my children's paternity."

"I bult a simulator under the bookstore, we can go practice if you want." Meghan mumbled, nodding.

"The others?"

"I don't know, the last one I saw was Tiffany. I lost contact with Tiffany thirty years ago, her body was degenerating and offered her body to some organization." Meghan's voice was becoming quicker.

"Degenerating? Well, it was expected... she was a baltoy morph." Jacky growled. "About this simulator... is it like the ones we got to use?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome."


In the two's conversation, they probably wouldn't have noticed if someone had entered the dusty bookstore, which hadn't had a customer in the past two weeks.