CHAPTER 14
During the production of "Sammy's Self Portrait", Jacob got thinking. Thinking about all the people who got killed off for the sake of moving forward. Did he feel any remorse? A little, but don't expect a redemption arc anytime soon. Instead, he thought: "I could go for a couple new actors, but nobody's gonna work for a cowardly bigot! What to do..."
He got an idea. "I know!" He snapped his fingers, "I'll advertise!"
And advertise he did. He put up posters in the "Art based high school" and "Art focused college" areas of town, cleverly disguised in his Groucho glasses and trench coat, advertising his company as follows:
"LOOKING FOR ASPIRING ACTORS FOR CONTEMPORARY, EXPERIMENTAL AND COMEDIC SKITS"
Under the boldly printed letters listed their newly donned "HorseFolder Productions" company name, phone number and address. He also got the word around by newspaper, and even considered by business card, but with "Quitter's Inc." in mind, he wasn't sure if people would buy it that way.
Of course, with the varied, young and impressionable area he advertised in, he did manage to sucker in 4 new people to work for him: Briggs, Curt, Robin, and Shoesanne. If it wasn't clear already, the first three seemed to be part of their own clique, while Shoesanne was her own unit. All of them after their auditions of course got approved by Jacob, because he knew with his status this was the best he was gonna get, and he also told them he'd call them back later, though 'later' meant to Jacob the point he knew how to write them into whatever mediocre skit he would come up with next.
Despite these bright, new actors he had available to him, he still felt something was missing. He then came to a realization: "I don't have enough women working for me! People are gonna think I'm GAY!"
Jacob decided to call up the Wizard from Mugman, whom hadn't done a show in forever, so when the Wizard got a phone call with the company's number, he was more confused than ever.
"Hello?" The Wizard answered.
"Wizard! Hi, I called because I was just wondering," Jacob began, "If you could use a little bit of Necromancy the restore some people back to their former glory?"
The wizard was silent for a second. "Okay, that's not as stupid as Mugman's requests typically, but it's a unique request, so heck, why not. Who do ya need?"
"Necky and Plancy. I don't think they're buried, so it should be easy, right?"
"Oh, well, that's an odd thing to note, but that is convenient. Here's what I need you to do, Jacob: I'll send you a concoction in the mail, you retrieve their bodies and put them in one secret spot you can remember. Once you get the concoction, bandage them up so they don't start bleeding again, pour a little on them both, and bring them back to their normal surroundings."
"Sounds doable. Thanks pal!"
"You're weird, but you're welcome."
Jacob then buzzed Sammy into his office. He knew this was only a task that could be carried out by the initial person responsible, especially considering Sammy probably hadn't repressed the locations he killed those people at.
"Yessir?" Sammy was full of glee unaware of the task he was about to be presented with.
"Sammy! Glad you here," Jacob said to him ecstaticly, "Remember those people you killed?"
The way Jacob had worded this had left Sammy blank and unresponsive. This was certainly something he DIDN'T want to remember.
Jacob continued despite Sammy's silence, "I'm sure you do – I need you to put Necky and Plancy in a secret spot you can remember, because later I'm gonna have you go bandage them up and sparingly pour a concoction on them to restore them to former glory and bring them here! I need more of a female cast so people don't start thinking I'm gay or something."
Sammy snapped out of his traumatic recollections at that last statement of Jacob's. "How do you come up with this stuff?" He inquired.
"It pays off to be creative! I need it for my future creations, y'know!"
"Wait, How come you can't just reconstruct them like you did with Nerv?"
"Women are a thing of evil, Sammy, it's why I can't get with any!"
This was one opinion Sammy was certainly hesitant about, he it wasn't worth disagreeing with him about anything this far in. "Haha, yeah, women."
"Anyways, its best you go put them somewhere as soon as possible, I'll let you know when the stuff comes in the mail."
"Roger that!"
Sammy left very enthusiastically, but a sense of dread only grew on him as he neared these secluded areas. Back at Nerv & Necky's house, Necky still laid there close to decaying, so with a pair of cleaning gloves, Sammy picked up the body and threw it back in the trailer, and took off to the next location. "It'll be a miracle if this potion stuff actually works." He said to himself.
He stopped near his house, walked through the streams, into the forest and into the cave obscured in the forest nearby. Immediately he was hit with a sense of grief as he slowly approached his dead daughter, her flesh and mechanics withering away, and her dead friend withering away and accompanying the stench that filled the vast cave. This air didn't make Sammy flinch in the slightest. All the guilt he should have felt at the time he killed her had overwhelmed him as he stood there, her body laying at his feet, the dried blood staining the dirt beneath his feet. He was supposed to just get Plancy, but he had a different idea in mind. Technically this was only a place he knew, so he dropped Necky's body off here and took off back to the company. His plan was once he restored Necky and Plancy, he would bring Maggie back and force Jacob to fix her, and if this was something they disagreed on, Sammy was willing to die for her.
Sammy entered Jacob's office, visibly disturbed and tired. "I did it, sir." He managed to say.
"Great!" Jacob replied, "Baby steps until we can get more actors on board!"
Sammy only nodded, and exited the room.
As Sammy walked down the hall, a blue man angrily marched past him, but he didn't bat an eye, as he was too depressed to care. The familiar blue person burst into Jacob's office without a word.
Jacob was in shock, "You blue bastard! I thought you were killed!"
"I LIVED BITCH!" The blue being promptly took off without further notice.
Jacob at that point only slouched in his seat, and thought to himself "Gee, I hope I don't have to see that guy again."
