Hatchetfield.

Matthews in Black.

Paul Matthews was a normal man. He worked an office job, which was decent, drank his fair share of black coffee everyday, and had a simply okay life. He actually really liked his simply okay life, it wasn't stressful at all, (except the days he forgot his weekly statistic reports, it felt like he was a child in Sycamore again). Everyone who spoke about him would use normal description words 'okay', 'kind', 'fine'. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a wonderful girlfriend. Paul was basic.

Paul Matthews was also convincing the Bastard of Time and Space not to kill his co-worker at 9 in the morning. He wasn't actually sure when the Lords in Black had started to pry into his life, he just knew he hated it. Why was it him they had to bother? Why not someone far more interesting? Why the basic white man? All the lords were way too much for him. Bright, colourful and loud, his own personal sensory overload. It was worse that they met with him so much, they seemed convinced he would join the cult. It didn't even make sense! It had been made apparent to him by them that he wasn't that type of guy.

Paul sighed and rubbed his temples, T'noy Karaxis' official title fit. He was a real fucking bastard.
"Paulie! Come on! It'll be so so so fucking fun! Imagine it! Teddy Bear trapped in my Box... I'll get to play with him forever!" The teenage boy donned in full yellow giggled manically. Honestly, Paul didnt know why the lord decided to don his teen human form. (He did, but he didnt want to think about it. T'noy Karaxis had been begging to be summoned, and just happened to wear a class clowns skin. He hated thinking about the other timelines, he hated thinking about Richie dying, his friends being played with. He was forced to listen to every timeline possible. Everytime they conquered a new world they came to him. 'Didnt we do great paul!' 'Isnt this amazing Paulie!' 'Now lookie lookie here Paulie Waulie!' 'Dont you want to join us, Matthews. He subconsciously started to fiddle with his fingers, slightly starting to sweat. The amount of manic and evil love they gave him was awful. It was frightening. And frankly made it seem like he was evil himself.)
"Haven't you got enough Spankoffskis?"
"NO! Never! Never never never! Fucking dumbass!" Paul winced at the sudden hatred directed towards him, it felt like his child was arguing with him.

His-

His what?

Did he just relate... T'noy Karaxis... to being his child? Now he was really panicking. He nervously started to hit his fists together in a desperate way, eyes open wide, sweating hard. This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all. Hell, why was he even having this conversation!? Acting like it was normal!? He didn't like Ted but no one deserved torture for eternity! He couldn't even look at the Homeless Man anymore! So why was he indulging in this fucking conversation!?

"Tinky just dont!" ... Fuck.
"Paulie! You just called me Tinky. You never call us brothers by our nicknames! Does this mean im the favourite?" Tink- T'noy Karaxis laughed and laughed and laughed, "Amazing! Im going to go tell my brothers! How fucking jealous they'll be hehehe!"

Paul was in for it.

Oh Bastard. Leave Me Alone.