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TUESDAY AFTERNOON - 3:50pm 12/16/86 HQ
Jason looks at all the weapons in a moment of stunned silence. "I do have a bit of experience with guns. Not enough to be an expert by any stretch, but when we were younger, RJ would take Carl and me shooting sometimes. I was a decent shot. But it's been a while."
Thinking it over a bit, he nods slightly. "I think staying at a range may not be the worst thing. It seems like you guys are kind of set in the 'up close and personal' department."
At this point, the gravity of what is happening begins to kick in. These weapons are REAL. Those gunshots, the body. Those were REAL. People are saying I'm in danger, that things are watching me, possibly wanting to use me or hurt me. What is happening?
How do we fix it? Can we fix it?
Jason does a quick scan of the room, just checking out the general activity and trying to get a feel for the place. Apparently he belongs here now. So may as well get used to it. And speaking of belonging...
"So, you guys have all noticed that sometimes I kind of tune the world out for a minute or just stare off into space. And every time it's brought up, something interrupts me talking about it. So, let's try this again. It's dumb, and I don't think it's really relevant, but I guess you guys should know what's up if you're going to trust me."
"I..." he trails off for a second, trying to figure out how to begin. "I kind of have an imaginary friend. His name is Stanley. He was a big part of my life as a child when things were bad, he would be there to help cheer me up.
He went away for a few years, but when the devastation happened, he started to come back. Most of you may remember that I have always been a bit weird, kind of an outsider. Stanley was the friend I needed when no one else was around. He's kept me sane and helped me escape the pain at home. He's a sick and twisted man. And he's my best friend. But I don't think it's anything to be too concerned with."
Jason leans back, clasps his hands in his lap, and waits for the inevitable laughter to begin.