Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 17 - Toby Meets a Baby and a Crazy

There was a hint of annoyance on Sally's face when she looked at Toby. Her eyes squinted, wiping away the constant blood that always dribbled down her forehead. She seemed more upset at Toby over the blood as if it was now nothing but a minor inconvenience.

"No."

The word was simple. Clear. But he really didn't understand why it was spoken. All he asked for was for her to move her stuffed animal out of the seat so he could sit down.

"Oh, uh, ok... okay," Toby said, "I'll just eat while standing up."

Sally gave him a firm look as Toby walked past, the kind of look only a CreepyPasta could carry. She definitely wanted to kill him.

The same look was held by Jeff when he slammed the fridge door shut on Toby's face. He gave a low snarl, more comparable to an attack dog over a teenage boy.

"I'm sorry, if you're not a CreepyPasta then you can certainly go out and buy your own food," Jeff said, hand firmly pressing against the fridge door.

Toby took a moment to look at him. He could force open the fridge door, he had a good few years of age on Jeff, and he also had much more training. But he was trying to make some sort of bond with these people, and forcing open the protected fridge wouldn't exactly shout friendliness.

There weren't a lot of options in the house to befriend. Sally and Jeff already were clearly stating their stances, Zero and Jane already didn't like him, Ben was... something, Smile Dog was a dog, and Laughing Jack was a terrifying man Toby wanted to avoid at all costs. Not a lot of great options.

Well, there was that one guy who was locked inside of his room, but he didn't seem very keen on meeting anyone.

Maybe he should just stay in the garage for a bit until the cops believed he was dead. Then he would leave. As much as he wanted to reassure Clockwork he was alive, he wasn't sure if this was a great alternative. They both saw how mingling with other CreepyPasta went before. Valentines Day always would resemble that now. He could never look at that day in the same light again.

Toby, realizing his arm had snaked up, quickly lowered it. Jeff didn't seem to care about the tic, only waiting for Toby to leave the fridge.

"Come on, I'm... I'm not trying to do anything to you guys," Toby said.

"Doesn't matter. Your existence bothers me." Jeff only growled at him. "Disowning the CreepyPasta name? Bullshit."

Toby didn't have a response to that. How could he? This boy had the right to be pissed off. What Toby did would insult a lot of CreepyPasta. Publicly denouncing the name after working for the man who practically owned the name. Much less the man that everyone considered the "big boss". It sure as hell looked like some sort of power, even a narcissistic trip.

Ben, who walked into the kitchen, awkwardly stared at them for a moment before he shot out finger guns and started to retreat back into the living room from where he came. "Cool."

Their awkward stare continued. Toby, hoping that maybe Jeff would allow him access to the fridge, and Jeff, who seemed keen on preventing Toby from eating anything that day.

Then, there were footsteps.

And man, did the guy look rough.

Brown hair that was greasy and ruffled, empty eyes with a lot of black liquid dripping from them, creating a small trail down the hallway underneath him. Sweat clung to his gray skin, and a thick blanket covered in dark stains, presumably from his eyes, was wrapped around his shoulders.

"... What the fuck, Jack?" Jeff asked, being the first to speak up.

"Had a rough few days," Jack muttered.