Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 11 - Motorcycle

This chapter is in honor of Technoblade. I cannot express how much I've been crying this morning.

That man was a legend, and he will be missed greatly. He was kind and hilarious and deserved everything in the world.

I know I just uploaded yesterday but fuck my schedule, techno died and that's more important. Also, fuck cancer.

Only a legend would make merch about his death, I know he's the one that had to be behind that. I already bought a shirt, I hope my money can go to the family well.

Rest in peace, techno.

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The motorcycle was new. Jeff hadn't expected to see one of Jane's girlfriends wheel it in. Clockwork, to be specific. They found it at some dump, an old abandoned motorcycle left for dead once it stopped working. She had brought it back with a giddy expression, gesturing towards the pile of old junk like some found treasure.

"I can't believe someone just dumped a panhead motorcycle without even attempting to restore it!" Clockwork had ranted, wheeling it into Sans' garage. "Sure, I'll have to replace a lot of the parts, but she's a fucking beauty. A '47 sexy ass motorcycle."

It was clearly abandoned for awhile, blue paint having long since chipped off and rusted away. The front light broken, both of the wheels popped and drained of any hint of air, the seat crooked. And that was only the obvious stuff Jeff could tell. Clockwork had leaned in towards the several pounds of metal that made the thing work, tsking and prodding at it as she inspected what she needed.

"Do you want me to buy you the stuff?" Sans had asked.

"Ah, nah, I can just steal it all," Clockwork said, rubbing her shoulder as she straightened up from her crouched stance. "It'll be hard to trust the parts with just pictures, and I can't go in and grab them myself because of my eye, so I'll just go take the parts. I know a few places to steal from."

"Alright, have fun," Sans said, "Garage is yours. I'm not using it for anything."

That's how the music started. Every time Clockwork made her way into the garage, she'd turn on a radio and listen to music as she started to work on her motorcycle. The walls muffled her constant screaming music, but they weren't enough to stop the side glances they got from their neighbors. Clockwork seemed to be having the time of her life building that thing. Woke up early to get started, stayed up past the late hours to continue to build it. The muffled music became a common background noise. A few times she played songs that bopped so hard Jeff had to go down and ask what song it was so he could add it to his own playlist.

Things seemed to settle down into a nice schedule again. Sans and Laughing Jack were going on lots of dates now, and Sans went on a few with Jane. Bean was growing steadily, things were good.

The excited shout had caught Jeff off guard. From Laughing Jack, too. He was in the living room when he shouted out for Sans, holding Bean with such a happy expression. Jeff honestly thought Smile Dog finally reached enough of his bullshit and finally snapped. Instead he stumbled into the living room to find the clown eagerly pulling Sans into a sitting position.

"She started crawling!" He had said eagerly, quickly moving a few feet away and setting Bean down onto the floor.

The baby babbled incoherently as she was sat down, looking up at Laughing Jack with her big eye sockets.

"Come on sweetie, crawl over to Daddy," Sans said, scooting back and patting his lap.

Hearing Sans' voice, she turned and babbled once more, quickly outstretching an arm to try and reach him. Seeing he was too far, she turned onto her stomach, before stumbling her way towards him in a crawl. It was slow, definitely awkward, but she did crawl towards Sans.