Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 33 - Toby And Sally Unite (Briefly)

Toby wasn't particularly fond of guns. He was more of a close-range, silent brutal type. A swift, harsh swipe of a hatchet and all was done. Easy to clean and quiet enough to not draw attention. Begrudgingly, though, as he was packing a light bag, he decided to slip a gun into the side of his small duffle bag and zip it closed. Just in case.

A jerk of his shoulder rolled through his body as Toby straightened, quietly staring down at the contents he had gathered. A key from the motorcycle Clockwork had been fixing despite his lacking knowledge of how to drive one. A gun and a hatchet along with a backup knife. A few snacks and a water bottle. This trip might take a bit. There was a reason why Toby kept himself distant from a certain town.

The petal wouldn't come from Offender. Well, it did, but he doubted Offender actually came here. Slenderman was the type of person to use a hostage, but there was no way he would ever collaborate with his brother. It was too conflicting of a situation for either of them to be involved. No one in this house understood those two brothers more than Toby, and this situation was something that they would never do. It had to come from someone who had access to Offender's roses but also use a hostage at the same time.

And Toby had an idea of who did. Not a lot of people tended to collaborate with the creepy perverted brother of his former boss. But an old friend of his made connections in weird places. He liked knowing he always had options.

Sans was... complicated. Anyone who accepted serial killers like tenets would be. Toby barely understood Sans more than he understood his feelings toward that skeleton. He was eternally grateful that Sans not only accepted Clockwork into his home but that he accepted Toby and took time to clear the air despite not even having a hand in the drama surrounding his situation. Either way, Toby knew if he was right about his assumption, this may be partially his fault.

"You know where Sans is."

Sally stepped in as Toby jolted, turning towards her. Her hair was messy, and without Sans' usual care for her bandages, blood now dripped down her forehead and nose onto the carpet in slow, continuous trails. Her face was firm but worn down.

"I have an i... idea," Toby said, shaking his head as he turned back around. "That's why I'm going alone. It's just - feck- just a guess. I could be very wrong and just piss off someone I once knew."

"But what if you're right?"

"Then I'll know how to handle them myself. And I know the layout. I'll be in and out."

A sharp tug on his hand brought his attention back to Sally, who was now standing beside him and firmly holding onto his wrist.

"I don't like you," Sally said, sharp and firm.

"I know."

"But -" She tugged on him again. "I don't know where he could be. But you do. So take me with you."

Toby blinked twice. Once intentionally. The other not. "Why?"

"The last time I sat around waiting for adults to do something I was killed."

Right.

It had been three days of Sans missing without any progress. Everyone did a sweep of the neighborhood to find it lacking results. Laughing Jack was still missing. Ben and Smile Dog still couldn't get through to Slenderman's mansion. Even a few of the local CreepyPasta they managed to question gave quiet, confused stares. At this point, all leads were dry. This guess was all any of them had left. And it was such a stretch that Toby didn't dare share in case he got their hopes up.

"I don't like you either," Toby said, "But, Sans... Sans cares about you. And you know your way around with a knife. I think you can... can handle yourself. Just be quiet, alright? The person we're fighting knows his way with strings."