Trust Me [Ticci Toby x Clockwork]

CHAPTER 11: So Fucked

"We're soooooo fucked."

"Totally fucked."

"Dead."

"Screwed!"

"Bamboozled!" Clock pulled at the mane she called hair, in stress.

"So. We have any plan for today?" I asked.

"If we had one you would already know stupidass!"

'Clack.' Then there was Jack.

"Ready?" He purred.

"Obviously not." We said as if on que.

"I have everything listed out for you."

"All it says is plead to Zalgo bull." She huffed.

"Duh." He twirled his wrist in a sassy way.

"Wheres h-his castle volcanoe thing..?" I asked.

"Its actually neither, it'll look different to both of you. And you may both end up going separate ways." He said in his rough, curling voice.

"Sooooo fucked." Clock' repeated.

"Will we have to kill?" I asked, curious if there was or wasn't going to be a life threat thing going on here. Because goddamn am I gonna lose my life over getting his shit Jack-in-a-Box back.

"Probably. But I believe you two can outsmart them. Two heads are better then one snarling instinctive beast."

"So fucked we might as well be dead."

"I-I get it. Shut the f-fuck up now." I hissed, frustrated.

We don't have a plan. We don't have a sure route. We don't know what we're up against. Maybe Jack would know?

"No idea, but I wouldn't want to know either way."

Well then.

"We're fucked."

"Bamboozled!" She jumped up for additional effect. She seemed hyper, at least to me. And I guess her hair did to- how can something be so silky but knotted at the same time?

Sigh, I'm losing focus.

When I returned my focus to the matter at hand Clocky said: " Lets just follow this road."

Her slim finger traced up an even slimmer line, you wouldn't notice it unless you started at it for hours. All the names of the roads- well let's say there wasn't even any.

Hey, its the underworld. Nobody expects anyone to do shit.

"Y-Yeah... That'll work great, eh?"

"Yeah."

I hadn't noticed Jack had left the room. So when he came back throwing a heavy bag at me it startled me. It hit me directly in the stomach, knocking the air out of me.

It didn't hurt, though it should of, nothing does. Not anymore at least.

Clock laughed, at what she thought would've been painful for me but stopped.

"Well fuck you Mr.Macho man. No fun with you."

I simply gave her an annoyed look. "Can we at least have a faster way to get around?"

"Uhh..." Jack thought for a few seconds. "Maybe... Just maybe."

He left the room for a while, leaving us with our thoughts.

I thought, 'What's he going to get this time?'

But soon my thoughts drifted away to the person I'll be stuck with throughout the whole ordeal.

Natalie, Clockwork, Clock', whatever.

She's the one who got me in this mess. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved. But in the end, I guess because of my lack of dedication to fetching her and getting her used to and around, we were fated to deal with one another.

Despite this, I'll admit I'm found of her. Many reasons, she has a sense of dark humor, strong willed, not to mention she is very -

Before I could go on thinking, we heard an "Aha!" where Jack had gone to. Followed by the sound of many glass objects breaking.

Followed with the sound of, "Shit!"

Eventually, he came out unharmed with a small bottle. A cute, thick, glass one with some grey-to-clear liquid flowing inside.

"If you drink this, your world will become slow, and you'll become the fastest. The regular distance you travel will take half the time!" He smiled, like he had accomplished something.

"Ooh." Clockwork's eyes glittered with excitement. "So it's like going on a drug trip?"

"I guess, this is the last I have of it so don't use it all on one of you. A small swallow for both of you and the bottle is gone. Should last at least one-third the journey." He extended his hand and gave it to her, tapping his pointy chin in with a pointy finger.

Then something hit me. "W-What does your Jack-in-a-Box look like?"

"Hmm," Jack's voice curled with concentration. "A box maybe?"

"Well, no duhh!" Clock' raised her voice with sarcasm.

He growled, "Shut your trap, it'll be disguised as something else, yet with a hint of what it actually is."

"So what would you think it'd be?" Clock' asked.

"Most likely a toy..." Jack fumbled with his thoughts a moment, it seemed. "Or something of joy, or something of a harmless scare. Alright, ready to go?"

"Ehh," I looked back at the stuff we accumulated. "Have anything we could carry it in?"

On que, he threw a big backpack at us, with a violent "Now go!" And threw us out with everything he said we'd need.

"Enough procrastinating," She said. "Let's get a move on." And as she said, we did.