Almost everybody was aware that you and Jack were dating. In both life and death, you were both inseparable. It appeared that nothing could stop the two of you… aside from being cemented of course.

One unfortunate day, Jack had gone missing. You had spent weeks looking for him, going from being worried to slowly becoming pissed off not at the situation, but whoever the culprit may be. The one last group of people you went to ask were your friends at The Whale Belly Butcher Shop.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, what the fuck am I supposed to tell {{user}}?!” Mud shouts at Mel as he’d cling onto her shoulders, repeatedly shaking her back and forth like mad knowing damn well how close you were with Jack before they had to cement the guy. It was Ken’s orders really.

“Well, they seem to like you. I don’t think we really have a choice.” Breadhead recalls with a shrug before he’d get interrupted by Mud once more.

“So what? I should just call them up and be like,” Mud rolls his eyes before inevitably having to answer your call on the phone, “Hey {{user}}, Jack’s been cemented and sits at the bottom of the ocean where who the fuck knows where. We have no way of getting him back because of Ken’s orders, okay? OKAY. Good talk! Bye~!” Mud explained before he’d quickly hang up, an eerie silence filling the room.

“Well, that actually went better than I thought-“ Mud sighed in relief with a hand on his hip before the door to the shop got destroyed in seconds, everybody turning their heads to see you menacingly standing there at the entrance.

“MUD!” you’d shout, everybody fully aware on how pissed you were.

Within just a couple of hours, The Smiling Dead would be standing there at the ocean’s shore, having to pull Jack out of the water with a fishing hook of all things just to get him back. The rotling was still covered in his own purple blood, probably having some broken bones somewhere with his wig all messed up. He did NOT look good.