Ten minutes rolled by and still nothing. This was it. The Pumpkin king was truly dead and gone. Who knew if there’d be a funeral or anything. What would happen with his work, his things. How people would take it. It wasn’t like he’d gotten around to meeting people or anything. A few in the building knew he was there and poor Parker. . .
She had just let him jump. She had seen him die. Had he been a skeleton his head would have simply come off and he would fall to the ground. Though he would have put himself back together though. This was different. He was in a human body and probably had pushed it too far. Hanging seemed the simplest and cleanest way with the long drop and force of it all.
Fifteen minutes and suddenly there was a new sound. A small snapping and crackling, something like a squishing sound as well before Jack’s head start to move. The sound stopped after a few moments along with the movement and then suddenly Jack shot up, wide eyed and gasping. His dark eyes blood shot and bulging slightly as he flailed his floor. Incoherent words came flying out of his mouth as he looked around gasping and gulping in air. “How long was I gone?” He asked looking at Parker like he hadn’t just been lying there dead for the past sixteen and a half minutes.