Lemon and Lime

【Chapter 8: Helen】

[Warning! Description of murder/minor(?) gore]

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"He'll be next." The faceless creature said, "While Toby is unconscious, please go watch Helen."

"Sir," The feminine masked guy, who's name was Masky said, "Are you sure? They're friends from highschool. Wouldn't that be a distraction to their work?"

"Perhaps so, perhaps not." The faceless creature said, "I've done something like this at least once before, and there wasn't a problem. If there was, I'd have them both removed immediately."

A female wearing a light grey hoodie just entered, "Sorry I was late, what do you mean by removing both?"

"If there ever comes a distraction of two creepypastas who used to be friends or become friends, I would have them both removed." The creature explained, "If I keep one of them, it would make the other depressed, which will make the situation worse."

"How exactly would you remove them?" She asked, "I have an idea of how you would remove them, knowing you, but I'm just curious in case."

"Of course," The faceless creature said, "I'd have to kill them. But if they're good creepypastas... Then I'll just have to wipe their memories. It's as simple as that."

"Sorry for questioning your actions." She said, bowing down.

"No need to bow down, Kate." The creature said. "Now, I need you, Masky, and Hoodie to watch Helen Otis and keep an eye on him. If he snaps, we'll get him. If he dies in any way before that, then we'll move on."

"Yes sir." The three proxies agreed, leaving.

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Helen's POV:

I didn't know why or how it happened, but the last time I saw Toby was at the hospital. Later, the following week, the news showed that Toby's neighborhood caught on fire and everyone died, including Toby.

That night, I locked myself in my room, trying to focus on drawing out my feelings, but I couldn't. Tears rushed out of my eyes, I couldn't stop crying. I just got up and threw myself on my bed, sobbing on my pillow.

My best friend is dead.

Of course, I only knew Toby for about a month, but I still loved and cherished him. He was my only friend in Highschool.

I cried for days and nights. The bullying got worse. Everyone is relieved that Toby was gone. I was the only one who cared. The only one in school who cared was ME. Those stupid jerks don't know what it's like to lose a friend. How would they feel if people talked shit about their dead friend? Miserable, am I right?

I would hear people talk shit about me and Toby. They would say stuff like these every day:

"Did you hear?! Ticci Toby's dead!"

"Ugh, finally he's gone."

"Shh, don't say that to his 'boyfriend.' He'll be upset!"