Player file 1 : BEN

Spill Your Gut

( Author note: Hey guys, this is a bit of a late Halloween chapter, Please enjoy! It took so long to update this since I'm working on a few other books on here. Between two jobs and writing four. five? Different things my schedules been swamped- oof. so sorry to anyone's messages I haven't responded to, I feel like an awful author, aahhh. Happy late Halloween, guys! 

~Tully)

The older man pulled away from the god- their hug having lasted a bit longer than both men had expected- both were in search of a self serving love. 

"Y/n.. You said you had something more to do for Ms. P?"

Tim's voice was the first to break the silence, and you fumbled with the note in your pocket- one last thing on your list.. The items name made your breath shutter. 

"I do, but.." your eyes glanced around the room- taking in all the faces around you. "I needed someone to come with me, and none of you look well enough to travel" 

"We're all sitting ducks if we don't" Tim said honestly, his eyes flicking to the god on the bed as you helped him pull his hoodie on over his sore body- hissing in pain as he raised his arms above his head. 

"Any ideas, hot head?" 

"We can take my car-" Ben began, you cut him off. 

"When did you get a car?" 

 He flashes you a grin. "I never said my possessions were legal" 

You stared at him, a little shocked as you registered his words. "You bastard" you breathed as you put two and two together. 

"If you didn't just have surgery I'd slap you" 

Ben laughed a little at your words, cooing about how your pout was cute before Tim quickly brought the two of you back to reality- only to instantly regret it- he could hear Brian's voice in his head. 

"Let em be kids, Tim." 

He swallowed dryly. 'Not now, Brian' he thought to himself. 

His eyes went back to yours, he went to say something but Toby spoke up instead. 

"Can.. C-can I say something?" he asked slowly, meekly. 

You all turned to look at the boy on the floor, one who had taken to hugging his knees. 

"I need.. " He paused, twitching, trying to collect himself as he sparked up a joint suddenly- trying to calm his nerves down enough to talk. "I need to confess-fuck- confess something" he said, pushing back his stutters and tics. He wanted to be heard- loud and clear with no mistakes 

"Toby" Tim warned, frowning at what the boy was going to say. He knew all too well. 

Toby looked up at the older man, the fatherly figure who was there more than his own before he butchered him. 

"B-Ben already knows the half of it" he took a deep hit off his joint, making him cough- he didn't let it stop him though, he couldn't feel the pain from the burn, but it did leave him a bit breathless and dry in the mouth- it felt as if he were chewing on cotton. 

Tim's shoulders fell, a look crossed his face for a moment before he shook his head- turning away from the group and placing his mask on, choosing to dissociate and allow his alter- Masky to take over for the first time since you met him. A thing he did to protect himself, as the man had developed DID at a rather early age- or something like that. Smile, who had been hiding in the corner whimpering slowly walked up to the twitching boy on the ground- laying his head in his lap. Allowing him to stroke his head and fur.