Daddy's a Serial Killer

Chapter 40 - Toby Figures It Out

yeah sorry my schedule has been all over the place I don't know if I'm behind or not so I'm just going to upload today

After this book is done I'm going on hiatus for a bit

A stranger was lying on the couch when Eyeless Jack got downstairs. Ben had been staring down at the man, arms crossed. Eyeless Jack hadn't really been scared when he saw a new stranger. They were sleeping, had no weapons on them, and Laughing Jack was two feet away. It was easy to not be scared when a tall, immortal clown was close. Laughing Jack loomed nearby, little Bean in his arms as he rocked her back and forth.

It was Ben who asked him. "Jack?"

Laughing Jack glanced over. A claw dangled above Bean for her to grasp. "Yeah?"

"Mind... explaining?" Ben asked. "Why the Bloody Painter is on our living room couch?"

Eyeless Jack took a closer look at the man. A CreepyPasta, then. With slick black hair and a pale face. There was a clear ruffle of his clothes, and his hair was lightly mattered with blood. Head trauma. He definitely had a concussion. Should he do something about it?

"I kidnapped him!" Laughing Jack said gleefully as if it were quite obvious. And, on a second look, it certainly was.

Ben blinked. "Why?"

Bean giggled when Laughing Jack gave her a skittle. Her hands flailed for another, but he only waved the milk bottle, making her tsk and growl. The message was clear, she had to finish her milk before she got any more. She complied but glared heavily at her Father as she ate.

"Because Sans was worried about him and Helen said no to coming here to help with his depression. So now Sans doesn't have to worry!" Laughing Jack said, grin wide.

Oh. So this was the guy who... Jack glanced back down. A normal-looking fellow. Though he was pale and a bit too skinny for his own good. Probably skipped a decent few meals. This man was not the center of good health.

"Did you knock him out to get him here?" Eyeless Jack asked.

"Yeah. Hit his head." Laughing Jack seemed disinterested, instead returning to making faces at Bean.

"Shit."

Eyeless Jack never really did think he would become the resident doctor in their house, yet there he was, quickly crouching next to the unconscious man to feel for a pulse. Still a pulse. That was good. His breathing was slightly labored.

"What's going on?" Ben asked, wearily glancing down at the man.

"How long has he been out?" Eyeless Jack asked.

"Eh..." Laughing Jack shrugged. "Over an hour now?"

He didn't know this man. Not in the slightest. But if he was going to stay here, he should help. So Eyeless Jack slung an arm and quickly pushed the man into a sitting position against his chest.

"This man is going to need medical attention right now," Jack said. "That's a sign of a brain injury."

"Oh." Ben looked towards Laughing Jack. "Jack, what the fuck?"

The living room was empty from everyone but them, as the night had long since consumed everyone else into a peaceful slumber. Eyeless Jack managed to tug the man against him, using his shoulder to support the unconscious one's weight. He was a bit scrawny, so it wasn't too difficult. Eyeless Jack built muscle when he was on the run, it was just part of the experience. He slung an arm over his shoulder to keep the man upright.

"We need to get him to a hospital where they have scanners," Jack said. "Now. Seriously, this could be internal bleeding or a major brain injury."

This wasn't something they could check in their home. Sans was good for getting Eyeless Jack some basic store-bought remedies for certain injuries. He did not, though, have thousands of dollars worth of machines to scan brains just laying around. They'd have to drive out somewhere to access them. And that would certainly be a drive.