⚠️small bit of Violence⚠️
-A few hours later-
I was sitting at me desk, working on future mission plans for the rest of the mansion. Jack was sitting on my bed, messing with a box full out fidget toys. I had given him them so that he could have something to do well I was working.
I heard a knock at my door, getting me to get up and answer it. Tim was standing on the other side of the door. Arms crossed and all.
"Where is it." He asked, glaring at me.
"He's in here with me, why?" I glared right back at him.
"You know why.. It's meant to be locked up it'll Master knows what is to be done.." He snarled at me.
I heard Jack starting to growl from inside my room. Tim looked over me, seeing Jack sitting on my bed.
"I don't think he likes that idea-" I said in a teasing way.
"I don't give a flying fuck about what it wants!" He was starting to raise his voice at me. Which in return, made me get defensive.
"And I don't give a hell what you want! He's not hurting anyone!" I yelled back at him.
I known I fucked up by the way he looked at me. I slowly started to back up, it soon turned into me frantically apologizing.
Tim slowly followed me his hands balling into fists, as he did. He throw his first punch, hitting me in the side of my head. Getting me to fall to the door.
He kicked my side, then went to throw another punch, but was stopped by someone. Tim soon being picked up by the back of his jacket.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? LET ME GO YOU DIP SHIT!!" Tim yelled at Jack, who which. Now had him up in the air.
Jack was snarling at him. I don't know if it was the fake my vision was a little blurry. But Jack looked more inhuman. His face looked more demonic like, along with the snarling he was letting out.
I watched as he grabbed onto Tim throat, not starting to choke him. Tim started kicking his feet, trying to get Jack to let go of him. Which Jack didn't.
He throw Tim at the wall outside of my room, giving him one last snarl as he slammed and locked the door.
I heard him take a few breathes before he turned around to me, rushing over to my side. I felt him put his hands on my shoulders.
"Toby..? Are you okay.?" He asked, helping me sit up.
"Mhm." I hummed at him, holding my now spinning head. "Not like I can feel it.. Tim has just always had gnarly punches that he aims for the head with.." I remarked not thinking much about it.
"You mean you didn't feel anything..?" Jack asked, a little worried.
I nodded. "No, I never have." I said, now holding my forehead.
Jack hummed, still sounding worried. He had a hold on one of my shoulders, his other hand was pressed on my neck. I'm guessing checking my pulse or something..
He sighed, slowly standing up, taking me along with him. Now holding me like a baby or something.
"The fuck are you doing.!?" I asked him, pushing at him a little.
He hissed at me. "I'm just moving you to your bed, calm your ass down." He said, laying me down as he did.
I huffed at him, going back to rubbing my forehead.. I feel like I'm going to have a bump on the side of my head now, especially with this blurry vision shit that is going on.
Jack sat down on the bed next to me, moving my hand away and replacing it with his own. Gently rubbing it with his thumb.
I let out a sigh, closing my eyes as I did. I wouldn't mind sleeping-.. Sleeping sounds really good right now..
