Jesse huffed and puffed as he finally reached his destination. Squeezing the breaks on the bike, Jesse's bike came to a stop. The dirt road always seemed to have dust to kick up literally every time of year- unless it was snowing. The bike was ditched in a grassy patch on the side of the road. Jess drew a shaking breath as he grabbed onto his backpack straps, and made his way down into a thicket.
Stumbling around in the dark never gave much reward, but he could care less. Jesse fell over a log, and out into the open. He grunted as he hit the ground, letting out a low groan as he felt the ground beneath him. He blinked as he stood, taking it in. Every star in the sky was twinkling, just above the miles and miles of forest that surrounded him.
Jesse gulped, starting to walk out into the middle. He reached into his bag, and pulled out something stolen. Though he promised to return it, Jesse couldn't help but wanting to sleep with it under his pillow. With the metal in his hand, he reached into his bag again, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. One was placed firmly between his lips, as a lighter was fished out of his pocket.
A small flash of sparks, and a flame was lit. He took a deep drag, looking down at the gun. Sure, he had a loose idea of what he was going to do when he came out here. But now he didn't know if he could. Was this the only way? Did Adam have the right idea? Could he ever be okay again? Jesus...
The sad little man broke down, before being reduced to a moment of repressed rage. With tears streaming down his face, he stood and fired every round in the standard magazine, into the ground in front of him. As the smoke cleared, Jesse actually felt... better? His eyebrows raised for a moment as he wiped his face, slowly putting the gun back in his bag. Quietly, Jesse made his way back through the brush.
He found the road after the patch of woods, got back on his bike, and rode back into town as if nothing happened.
Jesse lets out a sigh after parking his bike in the garage, making his way inside. He hangs the house keys next to the microwave, and begins to make his way to the living room- it's literally shark week.
Jesse clears his throat as he goes to turn on the lamp. He flips the switch a few times, but the power won't come on. But still, he stays persistent with the switch, thinking that it'll fix itself eventually... right?
The lights eventually come on, but they appear both blue and pink. A young lady, maybe around 20ish, is standing in front of Jesse. Lucille is wearing a short blue crop top with a smiley face on it, as well as black torn jeans with blue fishnets underneath. She's got on some sparkly blue lipstick, as well as eyeshadow. Black eyeliner. Her hair has more blue parts in it now, mostly at the ends of her hair.
She's wearing black combat boots as well, and appears to be slightly sweaty??
"Hi!" she says, in a chipper tone. Her voice, her general presence makes Jesse feel like he needs to cry. Something about her just feels so... wrong???
Jesse notices the presence in the room, simply based on the fact that he always has a reason for crying. He began to choke up, his eyes filling with tears. The world around him felt almost like a backdrop. Slowly, his head turned to the woman in his living-room. The droplets made their way to his cheek, slowly rolling down to his chin. What the fuck was this? who the fuck was she? What was wrong with the lights?>
"Wh...-" He tried to swallow but it was like he couldn't do anything but stare and weep. Jesse wanted to wipe his face of the wet, but all he could muster was a squeaky sentence. Why couldn't he run? He wanted to leave so bad. "Who... What do you... want...? Who are you..?" Jess stumbles lightly before catching himself. He needed to keep himself from crumbling into another puddle of tears.
Lucille smiles wider, almost inhumanly wide.
"My name is Lucille! I saw your situation. I've watched your channel. Do you want to be Saved?" She tilts her head. She appears to be holding a set of pamphlets, too. They weren't there before.
Jesse's lower lip quivered as he couldn't stop staring at the corners of her mouth. How was that... possible? The paralyzed, sobbing boy just stared through the cloudy glasses. Pamphlets...?! Was she a fucking mormon or something?
"Saved...? What... What does that.." He gasped for air as his voice hitched- just before Jesse broke into a full on weep while clinging to the baby blue walls of his livingroom. After 20 seconds of sniffling and a pained cry, He was finally able to speak again. "What does that even fucking mean?! If... If I say yes, will you just leave me the hell alone?!" His face was red, there was a deep rumbling in his ears, and he was hyperventilating... If he didn't pace his breathing, he was going to pass out.
Jesse's ears would begin to ring as church bells could be heard in the distance.
"I'm one of the leaders of a large group of people who are interested in taking those in who have experienced things like you have, so long as they do something for us." Lucille smiles wider, somehow. The walls begin to warp slightly, appearing as though they're covered in eyes. Jesse watches as the walls begin to have eyes- He jumps away from the wall, panicking. Black spots begin to form in his vision.
"...Can I like... get back to you on that...?" He had been able to gain somewhat of a level head, but was still facing a total black out once this was over.
"Of course!" If Jesse were to blink, he'd see that Lucille had vanished as quick as she came. The lights are off and the room is back to normal. Aside from a pamphlet with a website link on it. https://blueazalea.neocities.org/
Finally, after what felt like ages, Jesse could blink again. After an eye rub, his vision was back to normal. The dark room felt better, but there was still a crawling sensation on his shoulders- something akin to feeling something brush your arm when you're supposed to be alone, or having that sinking feeling that you're being watched. He wasn't alone. He grabbed the pamphlet, looked at it briefly, then dashed upstairs into his room.
Jesse collapses on the futon, the Church of The Raindrops pamphlet falls out of his hand and onto the floor. Sleepy time for a tired recluse.
Max appeared, setting his backpack down quietly. He looked around. Jesse had redecorated since the last time Max was there, kind of a cool setup. Max reached in his hoodie pocket, and pulled out a sock filled with edible peanuts. He crouched near Jesse's bed, and got really close to him, whispering into Jesse's ear-
"Padlocks wouldn't do shit-"
Jesse's eyes popped open, only registering words. "What th-"
Max begins beating him senseless with the sock filled with rock hard stale peanuts. Jesse was trying to speak, but would end up just yelping and screaming while Max whooped his ass.
Max did some kind of stupid taunt, but it was too dark for Jesse to see. Max grabbed his book bag, and quickly teleported out while leaving the peanuts behind.
Jesse got up and grabbed his camera from his nightstand, waving it around with the nightvision on.
"Max..- Max get your ass back here! Max! God damn it." He shuts off the recording, and sits awake with the 1911 he still had from earlier that night.