PART 3, CHAPTER 9

Sammy was drained. He would have never imagined he'd be driven to do something as heinous as such. Hell, heinous was an understatement, what he did was wicked, brutal, every horrible word in the book. He and The beige cat still had blood splattered on them from when the harpoon shot through Nerv almost maybe 15 minutes ago.

"I think we shoulda wore ponchos." Said Sammy, breaking the silence. He chuckled, but it was a rather awkward, disturbed chuckle than a gleeful one.

"NAH, I THINK THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMIES MAKES ME LOOK COOLER!" The beige cat took in and handled the situation a lot better than Sammy, as that was just the nature of him as a character. Sammy wasn't built for this work mentally, and though his rage had brought him to do so, after it left his mind, the only thing filling that void of a gap in his brain was a constant recollection of his actions boggling around his mind, like the dice in the middle of a game of Trouble, being pressed over and over and over and over and…

Despite the fact Sammy was driving, it had seemed like a blur between the time he left the forest and the time he arrived at the studio. He'd been suddenly parked in the parking lot where no other vehicles had been except Jacob's. Ever since the crash of the company's reputation, Jacob had treated the studio like his second home, as there was no way he'd be able to bring himself out in the open casually before the rebrand.

After removing the slimy, bloody harpoon, Sammy and the beige cat used a garbage bag and duct tape to contain Nerv's carcass and bring it to Jacob. With the sun setting early that day, it'd almost been like the devil had been on their side that evening as they lugged his body through the back door unnoticed.

The two arrived in Jacob's office. "HEY JAKEY! WE GOT YOU SOME FRESH MMMEAT!" The beige cat was excited to exclaim before they dropped the bag on the floor. Jacob was ecstatic. He got out an envelope opener, walked over to the body and cut open the bag, and just as he thought, it was the real deal.

"How wonderful!" Jacob said to them satisfied, "I was starting to think you'd bring me a pig's heart and disappoint me. You can go now, cat, I want Sammy to stick around so I can have a special word with him."

"GOT IT BOSS!" The beige cat exclaimed before shuffling his way out door, leaving the two once again in privacy.

Sammy watched the cat leave, then looked back at Jacob, who had been looking at Sammy already for a few seconds unbeknownst to him.

"You never cease to impress me, Sammy." Jacob gazed at him intentively, "For all your hard work, I have one final task for you to accomplish.."

Jacob then proceeded to pull back the chair he sat in, grabbed something at his feet beneath his desk and placed it on top of his desk.

Sammy gasped, "Is that Rodney's GUN?! How'd you get a hold of that?"

"It wasn't easy Sammy, and the task I need you to accomplish isn't going to be any easier."

Sammy had been frustratingly confused, "Okay okay, before you tell me whatever you want from me, first off, actually tell me HOW you got a hold of that. Rodney's a tough guy."

"Actually, he wasn't as tough as you might've imagined him to be. I'll get to that in a second, but basically, when Maggie watched Nerv walk away from your house, she saw him take the gun out of his back pocket and identified it as the same model of gun Rodney owns, and upon telling people what happened to you, she also happened to mention the type of gun he used, and of course I certainly picked up on this, so I kept it in mind so that when you went to pick up the harpoon gun, I could go to Rodney and get it."

"Well wh- why couldn't I have got it then?"

"That's what I'm about to mention! See, I managed to sneak into his home, get it from his cabinet and hold him at gunpoint with his own gun, and I saw this as an enlightening opportunity to have him confess any sins he'd been keeping hidden away, and boy did he have a few! Did you know he wanted to have sex with you for some time?"

Sammy was flabbergasted. "I uh..No, actually. Guess that makes sense when I think about it."

"Mhm! I told him to confess at least 10 personal sins of his or I'd turn his skull into swiss cheese, and did he ever deliver, so for these acts I had to manually punish him back into being a straight man."

"Wait, did you, did you beat him?"

"Yeppers! No longer will you see him making innuendos at you, dear Sammy!"

Sammy was almost speechless. He remembered the moment he and Jacob had the other day. "Uh.. Are you sure what you did isn't hypocritical in the slightest?"

Jacob's grin turned to an open mouth frown. He closed it, smacked his lips and sighed, "We are two very, very different entities from the rest of them, Sammy. Comparing ourselves to the rest of them just wouldn't make sense. What we have is far more special than anybody can or should comprehend. Let's get back to the gun..."

The two stared at the gun on the desk. Jacob looked at Sammy, "I need you to eliminate anybody possible except Rodney, Dez, Derby, Pike, and Frilligan. It's all part of the rebrand." Jacob picked up the gun and handed it to Sammy, and as Sammy held the gun, he realized something. "Wait, does that include...m...m-mag..."

"Yes, that includes Maggie. She simply isn't needed for the direction I plan on having the company go in."

Sammy's eyes began to well up with tears and he began to cry. "This isn't me!" He cried, "I can't do this! I already killed Nerv because he tried to kill me, I can't destroy the innocent!"

"Listen to me Sammy," Jacob leaned in and spoke to him quietly, "You'd be helping me a dear lot if you did this for me, the company you've acted for for so long will evolve before your very eyes and blossom into something absolutely special, something new. Besides, there's just so many characters to keep track of, and how many of them care about you personally anymore? Who doesn't hate you? Who doesn't fear you? I don't hate you. I don't fear you. I understand you. We understand each other, and we've established this. The others mean nothing. The ones I mentioned to spare either know nothing or can't let go. By taking these people out, not only will you see this company grow, you'll relieve a large burden in your life you didn't realize was on your shoulders until you pushed it off."

Sammy, still holding the gun, was once again speechless, now in contemplation more than anything. Suddenly, Jacob tapped the side of the Newton's cradle on his desk and watched Sammy as he became mesmerized by the repetitive clacking and swinging motion. He'd been under Jacob's trance, and Jacob wanted to be sure he got into Sammy's head before sending him off. "They HATE you Sammy. They mean NOTHING. Improve your life, improve the company, one motherfucker at a time, they only want to HURT you." Jacob continued to spew words into Sammy's head as the Newton's cradle moved, and Sammy took in every single word. Once Jacob made it come to a halt, he wrote down the list of people to spare and handed it to Sammy, and said "Wish you luck, sweetie!", and without a word, Sammy put the paper in his pocket and made his way out of there, dark outside, on his way to murder the other characters in the name of Jacob Lenard and the soon to be HorseFolder productions.