6teen Fan Fiction ❯ 7teen: The Mall Demons ❯ Jonesy's New Job ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Mykan

Jonesy' arives to tell the gang about his new job at a jwelery shop, and gives Nikki and expensive Necklace.

Elsewhere... something strange and mysterious is bound to happen.

Non Anime: 6teen Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Mystery / Horror | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.08.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed

CHAPTER ONE

So far nothing had changed, we all still looked pretty bored. Just then, Jonesy came rushing up to the table with a loads of excitement in his eyes. “Guys, guys… you are not going to believe what's just happened to me.”

“What else? You got a new job.” Wyatt said, half awake.

“Not just any new job…” replied Jonesy. He preached into his pocket, and pulled out a beautiful dark-jeweled necklace.

We all stared in awe. “Jonesy… where did you get that?” Jen asked.

“I found it…” Jonesy said. “It's all part of my new gig. You are looking at the new official manager of, “Treasure Trekers”

“Treasure Trekers? Dude!”

“Jude!”

They bopped fists.

“What's Treasure Trekers?” asked Nikki. “And just how, or why would they decide to make you, manager?”

Jonesy explained them that there was this old Sea Captain named, McAlister. He was retired from his life at sea, but still recovered treasure. He set up shop in the mall, but now for some reason he never came back to work.

While he did still own the place, he decided to make anyone who wished to work for him manager. “The guy seemed pretty glad to give the job as a matter of fact… and I'm not complaining.”

“Hmm… really interesting. Some old guy just walks up to you, and you tell him you want the job and he gives it you selling…” she paused as she couldn't stop staring at the necklace. “Selling… silly, yet very wicked jewelry.”

Jonesy could see what she was thinking. “I don't suppose… you want to try this on do you?” he asked, flatteringly.

Nikki tried to cover it up with her sarcasm, but Jonesy just clipped the necklace round her neck, and the black jewels gleamed in the sunlight. The rest of us awed in cuteness.

“Well… maybe I will hold on it for you… I mean… for a little while.” She said and she pecked him a big one on the cheek.

“Whoo-hoo… I'm d'man. You know it! OH YEAH!!!” and he began to strut off back to work.

“That thing really looks great on you, Nikki.” Caitlin said. “Awe… I wish I had one.”

Nikki lay back in her chair and relaxed warmly. “Mmm… looks like Jonesy's made my day.”

My head perked up, and my eyes twinkling behind my shades. “And mine too.” I said. “It's just given me a great idea for a new episodes of Stingray.”

“Nice.” cooed Jen

“Sweet.” added Jude.

“Got to run… while the idea's fresh.” I said as I headed off to Comic Cavern.

“I think I'm going to go back to Stick-it.” Jude said as he hopped on his board . “Later.”

“I'm out of here.” Wyatt said. “Maybe I'll go stop off at Jonesy's store and buy Serena a new bracelet.”

“I better go too.” Nikki said. “The Clones are going to freak when they see these things. See' ya Caitlin.”

“Bye.” and Caitlin was left alone, still feeling bored. “At least some people are having fun.” She said as she puffed at her long hair.

What she didn't notice was behind her in the dark corners along Nikki's path to the Khaki-Barn… someone, or something really ugly looking was following her, and even took the shortcut to the barn.

Meanwhile…

Jonesy and Wyatt were at “Treasure Trekers” and Wyatt actually brought a eye-magnifier as he looked at practically everything he touched. “What are you doing?” Jonesy asked.

“Looking these diamonds over to see if their made of glass.” Wyatt answered.

“Are you kidding?” Jonesy said. “Just look… would a fake diamond be able to do this…” and he rubbed the tip of an earring across a useless glass plate, cutting it perfectly.

“Whew. Okay, I'm convinced.” Wyatt said. “So how much for this one?” he asked holding up a bracelet.

Jonesy checked the price. “It's about $750.”

Wyatt dropped his wallet in shock. “Seven-hundred fifty dollars?! Only Mykan makes money like that.”

“Ah-ha… but you forget, bro… who's the manager? Who makes the rules?” Jonesy said as he gestured to himself. “For you… you can have it for just fifty bucks.”

Wyatt was speechless, as honest as he preferred to be, he really couldn't let it slide this time. He needed that bracelet for Serena, so he took it up. “Thanks bro… but won't you get fired for this.”

“Ah, wait… I know…”

“Who's the manager?” they both said at the same time and they shared a laugh. “Later, Jonesy.”

As Wyatt walked his way to “Burger McFlipsters” he didn't notice that he was being followed from behind by someone, or something nasty looking. It crept up slowly behind him and it looked as though it was ready to strike…

Wyatt suddenly had a chilly feeling, and turned round to look behind him… but nothing was there. “That's funny… I was sure there was some--” he just let it go and kept on walking.

Meanwhile, at the Khaki-Barn…

The Clones were folding up some frilly pink sweaters. “Think this sweater is so cute.” cried Krissy.

“I think it's cute too.” added Kristen.

“I think it's cute even more.” Cooed Kirsten.

“EEE!!” they all squealed.

Just then… someone weird looking entered the store.

(View from the eyes thing)

“Eww… what reeks?” cried Kristen as she held her nose. All three of them turned to see the weird shopper who was moaning and hissing wickedly.

“Eww… looks like someone needs a serious do-over.” said Kirsten.

The stranger kept on creeping towards them. “Uh… hey-hey… we didn't mean that literally. I mean you need a bath at least.” said Krissy. The stranger kept coming forward, and now the clones were starting to get a sick feeling.

“Uh, hey… now!”

“What are you doing?”

“No, no… stay back! Keep away from us… no, no, no!!”

“EEE-EEE-EEE!!!”

They're shrieks could be heard all over the mall, and when people rushed over to see what was wrong… what they saw shocked and terrified them.

The Clones, covered in blood, lying motionless on the floor with the look of cold murder on their faces.