This chapter involves a silly cross over of @crystalgastles (Alex) character Jeff Abel.
You can read his back story here: https://www.tumblr.com/crystalgastles/764026003670630400/ptolemaea
You can read how Jeff Abel and Jeff Woods know each other here: https://www.tumblr.com/crystalgastles/764912977321263104/cain-and-able
You took a deep breath, glancing at Toby, who was already watching you, his face had a sliver of concern, he had seen what you seen.
"How much longer on that dryer?" you whispered, noticing the clown had turned its gaze directly on you both.
"It c-can be done n-now," Toby muttered, standing abruptly.
He walked over to the dryer, ending the cycle with a sharp twist and yanking the door open. He crammed your half-dried clothes into his backpack.
Wrinkles didn't matter now.
Toby cast a quick glance over his shoulder. The clown was standing right behind you. You felt his breath on your neck but stayed silent.
Not real, it's not real, he's not real.
You shot Toby a frantic look, urging him to hurry the fuck up.
Suddenly, a loud honk erupted from the clown's horn, inches from your ear. The sound jolted through you, almost buckling your knees.
The clown cackled while your legs turned to jelly.Toby shoved you toward the door, and you both bolted, well, he bolted, you followed like a baby deer.
You barely scrambled into the cold night air, leaving that...
Mr. Aurand..behind.
"J-juh-jesus Christ," Toby gasped, shaking his head, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
You exhaled, not realising you'd been holding your breath the whole time. The road stretched ahead of you, eerily empty.
But something gleamed in the distance.
"F-fuck yeah, a gas s-station!" Toby exclaimed, picking up the pace, practically breaking into a full sprint.
You sighed and strayed behind, your legs were still wobbly and you didn't feel like running. You felt safe enough, the clown hadn't followed and you didn't feel an impending doom.
"Y/N..."
Not again.
That voice, that same voice of that little girl from the motel, whispering to you again.
Why now? Nothing bad is going to happen.
You shook your head, trying to brush it off as you reached the gas station. Toby stood by the door, holding it open, urging you to hurry inside.
You stepped inside and were immediately hit by a warm, metallic smell..just like at the motel.
"Do you smell that?" you asked him, your voice low. Toby was scanning the store for employees.
"That..death smell," you continued, your pulse quickening. Toby was too busy shoving chips and random items into his bag to notice.
"Nuh uh," he said absently, not paying attention.
A pit formed in your stomach, twisting uncomfortably.
Toby wandered over to the fridges while you drifted aimlessly through the aisles, picking up items and putting them back down.
The smell lingered. Maybe you were just imagining things.
"Y/N..." the voice called again, she sounded worried.
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DEATH STAINED LEAVES (Creepypasta AU)
Misteri / ThrillerWith a heavy heart, you returned to your hometown of Durham, Maine as a journalist, with hopes of uncovering the mysteries behind the brutal murders and mysterious disappearances that have plagued the area. Knowing that any sane person would never s...
