Stalker's Tango

29: Hunted

【ωαяиιиg】: Excessive Swearing, Excessive use of the word "Fuck(ing)", Sexual Assault, Toby is a dick about it, Animal Death

MAJOR DISCLAIMER

I already made a disclaimer in the beginning of the story how there'd be the occasional fucked up topic, so I'm allowing myself to write what I want. If what I write disturbs you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of yourself and click off the story.

I write this disclaimer AGAIN because I have fears that media literacy is dead or that there will be someone who feels entitled to complain about something I write about knowing damn well I already gave multiple warnings ahead of time.

Again, if the topic (SA, Animal Death) disturbs you or makes you uncomfortable, please click off now, or just skip the chapter. I will provide a TLDR next chapter for this one if you choose to do so. When the next chapter will be, I cannot say.

I think this might be the final major warning I include in my story (not including the small warnings I add in the beginning of the notes already), so please spare me the comments.

Reader's discretion is advised.

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

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"Hey," Jeff says right after Ben had left, "if you're still going out, can you buy me some chips?"

"Jeff, we have chips..." You say wobbly. "You told me to take all the chips from the apartment..."

"All we have are Sun Chips! I want Hot Cheetos!"

Toby rolls his eyes and leaves, "Come on, [Y/n]. Let's just go already."

"Hm? Okay."

"Oh, come onnn!"

You get up and follow after Toby. You pocket Ben's phone in your back pocket not thinking much about it. Toby swiftly snatches his mask from his bunk bed but leaves his goggles behind. If he's going to walk around out in the open, he needs to look, you know, normal.

Jack is sitting at the little table, he looks deeply engrossed in the first book already. He leaned back in the seat with the book held above him. He doesn't control the strange tar that leaks from his eyes, so this is how he has to read. The book is held very close to his face, though.

Tim is snoring quietly still on the couch, his mouth slightly open and drooling. You smile softly, walking over to him. You bend over and wipe the drool, cringing a bit at the feeling.

At your touch, his mouth closes and a small, little smile colors his lips.

Aight, you'll admit, that was a lil' cute.

...Is someone staring at your ass?

You quickly stand up and turn around. Jack flinches and quickly turns his head back at the book, whistling like a moron.

"Ahem, your father's writing is engaging. I um, it's enjoyable," Jack stumbles quietly over his words, holding the book so it blocks his face from you, "You're mentioned in here, you know. As a minor character, but it's obviously supposed to be a reference to you."

You smirk, "I know. So, is my ass a good view?"

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