YB Game Small AU! [Will be in process SOON (Currently a W.I.P.)]

Chapter 7. Behold, The Toothpick!

Might be kinda suggestive(?) and some readers might find this chapter to be kinda scary, so if you're not comfortable, please don't read! Thank you!

You watched as Peter towered over you, furious. "Oh Darling... You have to be punished!~" Peter said, sticking out his long tongue. You ran and jumped off the edge of the couch. You landed perfectly and ran underneath it. Peter's big, grey hands reached towards you but weren't long enough to reach you. "If you come out now, you're punishment won't be as bad!~" You turned on the flashlight on your phone. "Yes!" You yelled, it finally working. You were met with Peter's blue eyes, looking at you. He had looked under the couch for you. You screamed turned the flashlight off. He finally moved away. Thinking he was gone you moved to area where he was at before. You peeked out. He was on the other side. You sprinted to the kitchen, which wasn't too far. You quickly climbed up to the kitchen counter, hoping to get there before he gets up.

You finally made it to the top and hid behind the jars of flour and sugar. They were still full and very hard to see through. You peeked out only to see Peter still struggling, it was pathetic, really. "Darling... Please come out!" Peter said, a bit dark. You sprinted over to his little kitchen accessory area. It had... A knife holder which are too big for you to carry... Little zip-log bags which would only backfire... And toothpicks. The toothpicks caught your attention. 'Behold, the toothpick!' you thought, a bit happy. You grabbed as much you carry. You scurried pass the oven only to fall, knocking every toothpick out your hand. Peter jumped up from the noise, knowing it was you. "There you are!" Peter smiled, showing his teeth. His tongue slowly escaped his mouth. You picked up 2 toothpicks. Peter reached his out towards you. You waited until hand was closer to stab. 3....2....1! His hand was about an inch away from you and you had thrown the toothpick at his hand, full force. It dug in his hand, blood coming out at a quick pace. Peter growled. "You'll pay for that!" With that being that, you grabbed some more toothpicks. His other hand reached towards you. Nowhere to run, you paused. The crack between the oven and counter looked perfect. You threw another toothpick, hitting Peter's hand again, and you ran towards the crack. You dropped the toothpicks then jumped down. You dropped until you felt the ground. Everything went black.

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Hope you enjoyed! Well, love ya! ❤️

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