Stalker's Tango

22: Out of the Creepypasta Strainer, Into the Pot

【ωαяиιиg】: Excessive Swearing, Excessive use of the word "Fuck(ing)", [Y/n] is going through it, the Author calls Ticci Toby specifically "Ticci Toby" for storytelling reasons please trust the (long) process, the LORE-

A/N: I drew the Dad™ cause as I was reading through my notes for this story, I realized it will actually be important to do so. Gonna need you all to trust me on this one let me cook

sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ.

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You're doing as you're told, trying to calm down so you can better handle this situation without being overly emotional.

...

It's not going so well.

Waking up Jeff early (it's 10 am now) was a bad move since he isn't afraid to call you slurs. To top it off, Ticci Toby knows all the perfect ways to piss the black-haired man off even more. You wonder if this is another of his attempts to get you killed.

You hate to admit it, but you respect the hustle.

Jack will be over with Tim soon much to your relief. After all, you made sure to tell Ticci Toby to tell Jack that they have until evening to come by before you are forced to decide without them. In the meantime, you should start explaining the situation to the other two. You don't mind having to repeat yourself when Jack and Tim drop by.

You sit on the bed while holding the water bottle to Jeff, "Awake enough yet?"

Jeff has no cheeks, no lips, no money, no bitches, no friends, no happiness, no rizz-

He has no cheeks or lips, so he can't really drink out of regular cups either. A while ago you got him a reusable, rubber body that allows him to just squeeze it and let the contents squirt in his mouth to make it easier.

You made a lot of obvious jokes about it.

"Guess so," He grumbles, clearing his throat, "I heard you yelling earlier, it was so annoying."

"I'd say sorry, but fuck you, ya know?"

Jeff gives you the forbidden finger.

You give it back.

Ticci Toby finds this meaningful and profound. He jumps on the bed and disturbs the other killer's peace, making him hiss in pain. Jeff glares at the "younger" one and shoves him aside to get his space back.

You cross your arms, "You guys make me feel like a third wheel."

"Ugh, don't be gross."

"Shut up, Jeff. I'm too good for you, anyway."

"Oh, sure you are! Just like how-"

"-Let's move on," You interrupt them with a steady tone, "There really isn't an easy way to explain this, so I'll just get straight to the point. In a few days, I have to move away for a while, possibly forever."

"..."

"..."

Jeff wants to squint his eyes at you, but he is unable to can for obvious reasons. "What? What are you-Huh?"

"Is that what you were talking to your dad about?" Ticci Toby asks with mirth in his voice, "What, can't defy daddy's orders?"

Your expression twists in disgust, "Don't be weird, man. It's complicated, okay?"