Jameson Jackson's Jolly Jaunts - Blog Posts

I was thinking about how JJ's jolly jaunts would probably be abandoned after all that happened, but thAT'S SAD SO HERE'S THE EGOS HANGING OUT WITH JJ AND HAVING A LOVELY TIME GODDAMIT

“Step right up little boys and girls, become a member of Jameson Jackson’s live audience!”

Dear god nooooooo! This is horrible but awesome!

Hey, you.

Don’t imagine Jameson stuck in that box for days, maybe weeks, or months–ever since Anti first stole him. Don’t imagine him clinging to his toys because he has nothing else in the world. Don’t even imagine him putting on the shows for an invisible audience because no one cares and no one sees. No friends, no creator, no brothers in the world–that he knows of.

Don’t imagine Anti telling him that today, today he will finally have an audience to watch him play, and don’t imagine Jameson getting so excited to share his stories with real people! A real audience!! He practices and practices to make it perfect because he’s a performer at heart and just wants to make people smile, and then with the red light of the camera flashing, he begins his show. It’s so much more fun knowing people are watching, after all.

Don’t imagine Anti watching, waiting for just the right moment. Don’t imagine him slipping those strings around Jameson’s wrists, knowing it would drive us crazy. Don’t imagine him practically salivating at the thought of the chaos this would cause. Or the way he could see Jameson start to sweat even if he never let his face show how scared he really was.

Oh, and don’t imagine JJ, who just wanted to share his story with his new friends, realizing that the glitch is trying to control him again, trying to use him again, trying to make him do bad, bad things again. Don’t imagine the strings getting tighter, his head getting fuzzier, his arms and legs getting all wobbly and weak and limp. Don’t imagine him panicking and fighting and crying out for help because he KNOWS people are watching. He knows someone could help him. They know. They see. They have to help!

But no one came.

Don’t imagine Anti putting on Jameson like a suit and making him kill again just because he knows Jameson hates the smell of blood and hates the stains it leaves and hates himself for what he’s done. Don’t imagine Jameson waking up in his box again, knowing he hurt someone else. Knowing he’s still trapped.

Knowing we just sat there and watched.