I Can't Fix You (Discontinued!)

Night two

They showed up to their shift on time, but it was still late enough that it was after most workers' shifts. The sky was overcast and the moon illuminated the clouds from behind, it made for an eerie sight if the boys were to look up. But the two were fixated on the beams of their flashlights and the asphalt path as they walked slowly towards their station.

“Hey Tommy,” Tubbo was the first to break into the silence, the two didn’t slow their pace, but they did look at each other.

“What's up, big man?” Tommy questioned, looking down on his companion. “How many nights do we have to do this for? I’m pretty sick of almost fucking dying.” He sighed, looking forward.

“I uh, don’t know...maybe like a week? That's my guess.” Tommy responded.

“If only we had cash to pay off the park, then we wouldn’t have to be here.” Tubbo groaned.

“If you didn’t run straight into a fuckin’ robot we would’ve been fine!” Tommy shot back.

“Well, you were the one who wanted to visit this damn place in the first place! We didn’t even get good enough footage for anything you know.” Tubbo stopped and swung his flashlight around. Tommy followed suit and stopped as well. “What’s up? What's with the holdup?”

Tubbo frowned. “I...don’t know, I just have a bad feeling about something.” He aimed his flashlight towards an information booth and began slowly walking towards it, Tommy panicked and rushed forward. He grabbed Tubbo by the shoulder and shook him a bit.

“What on earth are you doing man!”

“I think there's someone there! I could’ve sworn I saw something!” Tubbo responded, flickering the flashlight at the booth.

“So your first fuckin’ thought was to go OVER there?” Tommy exclaimed, keeping a firm grip on Tubbo’s shoulder.

The two stayed in silence for a moment, but nothing seemed to happen with the booth.

Tommy let out a sigh and grabbed Tubbo’s upper arm and started to drag him down the bath again. “What did it look like anyway?” He huffed.

“Supertall, like, ridiculously tall...taller than you!” Tubbo wrenched his arm free and walked beside Tommy, casting a glance back at the Info booth before they left.

“So you saw like, slender-bitch or something, whatever, wouldn’t it be the first creepy asshole we’ve found here,” Tommy grumbled.

“Maybe he was slender man! He seemed sorta, like, black and white as well.” Tubbo shrugged and didn’t catch Tommy's confused glance.

“‘He’? I doubt these things are people, big man. Like...an ‘it’ if anything. They are robots!” Tommy frowned.

“True...maybe THEY weren’t a robot though!” He shot back, Tommy yelped as Tubbo elbowed him in the arm for emphasis. But no further words were spoken between the two on the path.

And soon enough the pair reached the guard station.

As the two got closer they could hear shouting coming from inside, how familiar. At Least something always stayed the same here.

“I think the goons are in here.” Tommy snickered as he pushed open the door and the two stepped into the concrete building.