Jack: Well, looks like I've got a fan of my writing.

Sugary: You mean MY writing? I wrote the story, you're just narrating it.

Jack: Don't mess with me, Sugary. Do you WANT to eat another worm?

Suagry: No, no, that's okay. I've had enough of worms to last me a lifetime, thank you.

Jack: Anyway, we'd like to thank Flight815Surviver for being such a loyal fan. Her support spurs us on to write these chapters up more quickly!

Sugary: Plus it's fun to watch Jack flip out when she declares her fangirlism to him. evil smirk

Jack: gives Sugary an annoyed glance Here she is with some other comments.

Flight815surviver:

Jack: Thank you for your reveiw, Lizzie.

Sugary: I have a cousin named Lizzie!

Jack: rolls eyes And it's perfectly okay that you didn't review last chapter. I just don't like it when I don't get any reviews.

Sugary: You mean when I don't get any reviews.

Jack: looks annoyed And yes, Sugary started it.

Sugary: I DID NOT!

Jack: sighs, then waves hand and Sugary is now gagged Hostages. Why do they have to be so hard to keep quiet? reads rest of message, looks stunned Uh, well, um... thank you?

Sugary: Tries to stifle laughter Mmmhmmmhhhmmmmmm.

Jack: She says that she loves snakes, thats why she pulled that little stunt last chapter. In reply to your other message, I'm glad that you are so fond of this stoy, now can you please stop hugging me and go back to the real world where you belong? Fangirls...

Sugary: again tries to stifle laughter, but fails

Jack: rolls eyes again

Jack: Okay, I'm going to skip. Again. To next week Wednesday in the story. If you don't like it, well, too bad. Here's the thing: It's the date of the meeting, and rhe entire town is there. I, however, the TOPIC of this announcement, am backstage. Why? I don't know, I just am, okay? You'll see in the story!

- Flashback -

Next Week Wednesday

This is stupid, Jack thought as he watched the audience from behind the curtain. I want to be out there, not back here! I've already passed my training; why wouldn't I be allowed to go out there yet? THEY probably wanted to make sure he didn't get too nervous. THEY probably also thought that he would do a better job demonstrating his abilities if he appeared suddenly than if he were on stage. He had to admit, though, the latter was a good idea.

THEY were more than just Emily. THEY were the council in charge of leadership affairs, which meant that they helped the new leader train for their upcoming job, as well as prepare and work out their acts every year. Jack had met with some of them a few times, save for one. And they continuously hovered over him, making sure that he did his work correctly, and tutoring him if he didn't. Oh well, at least he'd be on stage soon enough.

"Excuse me, are you supposed to be back here?"

Jack spun around, wondering who was talking to him.

- Pause Story -

Jack: Sugary, should I go whit what you've written as my dialouge here, or should I discribe Sally to the readers?

Sugary: thinks No, they all know what she looks like, and it would distract from the story.

Jack: But isn't THIS disrupting the story?

Sugary: Oh yeah... Forget it then. Let's just hope that the Sally fans out there don't come and kill us. Well, me, anyway.

- Unpause Story -

"Oh, hello," Jack said. "And, yes, I was sent back here to wait for my cue. Are you a backstage worker?"

"Yes," The girl replied with a modest smile. "Well, for now anyway. I'm Sally."

"I'm Jack. It's noce to meet you."

A sudden cheer erupted from the audience, a clear indicator that it was time for Jack to go on stage.

"Come on, you're on in five!" Sally said hurredly. She grabbed Jack's hand and lead him quickly down a small corridor. At the end stood what appeared to be some sort of dumbwaiter.

"This will take you on stage," she explained. "Since you're the guest of honor, you'll ride this and end up looking like you've risen through the floor. I don't quite know how it works, but it'll get you to where you need to go." Jack stepped onto the platform.

"Okay, this switch will start the platform moving," Sally continued. "Remember - making a good entrance is key. Use any tactics that you can - bats, fog, the whole nine yards. Knock 'em dead."

"Thanks," Jack replied, pulling the lever and beginning the platform's decent.

The crowd watched in anxious anticipation as the lights dimmed and fog spread over the floor. Seemingly rising out of the fog that engulfed the stage's floor was someone they had never seen before - a smartly-dressed skeleton, his arms crossed as if rising from the grave.

The platform stopped, and the audience waited in suspense for something to happen.

Suddenly, in one fluid motion like a cobra striking, the preson on stage opened his eyes, whipped his arms out, and roared - literally. Of course, this scared the crap out of the audience members, but Jack wasn't done yet. He summoned ghosts and flew them towards the audience. He levitated items above him and threw them without ever even laying a hand on them. He did everything that he could before running out of ideas.

The audience watched him, beginning to calm down a little. Jack had to do something to make them scream, which they had yet to do.

Wait. I've got an idea.

Jack thunk it over. It might just work.

He walked over to one of the torches on the wall, then did something seemingly crazy: he stuck his hand into it, lighting it on fire. Again, the audience flipped out, but this was still not the reaction Jack had hoped for. he then stuck his hand in his mouth, somehow transferring the flames into his head, which made his entire skull look like it was ablaze. Again, the audience freaked out.

But Jack wasn't finished with them yet. He needed to end this with a bang and seal the act. Without thinking, Jack took his head off and threw it at some poor unsuspecting audience member, who flipped out and threw it at someone else, who lobbed it someone else, and so on, and so on in a wild game of hot potato.

It ended a bit later when Jack caught his head in mid-flight and put it back on, sealing the act with a maniacal laugh. the performance caused the entire audience to cheer madly.

It was clear to all. A new king had risen.

- End Flashback -

Jack: Liking the story so far?

Sugary: Yes, but I'd like it even more if you'd untie me!

Jack: I'll make a deal with you - if more than one person reviews this story, I'll untie you. If not, you stay tied up.

Sugary: Fine. All you people out there had better get off your butts and come here and REVIEW, or else Jack will be paying you a little visit on Halloween this year.

Jack: Sweet... evil grin