My Worst nightmare, or, How I stopped worrying and learned to love The Shape

WE FADE IN

and see Jack surfing through The fanfic site in his room.

JACK: Boy oh boy, Dusty in H6, Sid in H4, Matt Erickson in, uh.. something, and JH in H5! What's the next kooky story that someone will think up? Me in Halloween 1? Ha! Like that'll ever happen.. HA!

Irony slaps Jack in the face as a swirl of fire blasts through his room, explosions rock his house, as amidst all the wreckage and destruction, Joe Chappelle appears.

JACK: (horrified) My beige carpets!! NO!!!

JOE: Hello Jack! MWAHAHAHHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!

JACK: (annoyed) Whatddaya want, Joe??

JOE: Dont take that tone of voice to me! I AM JOE CHAPPELLE! AND YOU.. WILL BE TRAPPED IN THE MOST HORRIFYING STUPID HALLOWEEN YET.. HALLOWEEN ONE!!! AHAHAHA!!

Dramatic music plays, then stops as Jack realizes Joe's stupidity.

JACK: Are you a dumbass, or something? That was the best one!

JOE: Like it or lump it, you ass, cuz ur stuck in it forever.. just like all your internet friends!! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

JACK: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

There's a large portal forming on the floor, and Jack falls into it, screaming. CUT TO Jack landing on the second floor of Lindsey Wallaces house on Halloween. His arm is cut, and he appears to have fallen down the stairs. The Shape is hurrying after him trudging down the stairwell.

JACK: Oh cripes..

BLACKOUT!

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