Partners In Crime (Ticciwork fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 32: Night Demons

The next day, Toby came downstairs and went right outside without eating any breakfast. He didn't even look at Clockwork.

She sighed, but she had other things to worry about. She'd deal with Slenderman's stubborn nature later, but for now...

She found Jeff staring into space, subconsciously twirling his knife around on the table, and she slammed her hands down in front of him, making him jump and almost cut his fingers off. "What were you doing in my room last night!?" She demanded. He leaned away from her and held up his hands in surrender.

"There's a Night Demon stalking around somewhere in the house." He said innocently, not breaking her stern gaze. "I thought it might've gone into your room because you don't have any windows." He looked diagonally to the right. "I also thought you were asleep, so..."

"What the heck is a Night Demon?!"

His eyes flicked back over to her and he lowered his hands, twirling the knife again. "They're the things that hide in your closet or under your bed."

"Monsters under your bed don't exist..." She said slowly. Jeff looked amused.

"Oh? And who proves they don't?" He challenged.

Clockwork opened her mouth to say something but didn't have any way to prove him wrong. She scowled at him. He shrugged.

"So there's a monster with green fur and bright yellow eyes running around our house?" She cocked her eyebrow at the slow shaking of Jeff's head.

"No, no, Night Demons look nothing like that." He sighed, picked up his knife and stood up. "There's way too much for me to explain to you, get Masky if you want a full run-down."

Clockwork scoffed. "You can't just leave it at that!"

"Actually," Jeff went around the table and poked Clockwork in the nose as he walked past, making her blink. "I can."

"Jeff!!"

"G'day, miss." He called, closing the front door behind him. Clockwork stamped her foot with frustration.

"I just wanted to know why you were stalking my room in the middle of the night, that's all..." She muttered to herself. "Is that too much to ask!?"

She shoved her hands into her pockets angrily, but she felt something papery, and her eyes widened.

Laughing Jack's note!

How did she forget!? Clockwork ripped the jet black paper from her pocket and flipped it over, but it said nothing.

It won't say anything unless you're completely alone. The memory of Jack's voice reminded her. She looked up and saw Eyeless Jack pacing in the living room. He had tear near the shoulder of his hoodie that looked scorched around the edges.

Clockwork's gaze flattened. He can't even read the stupid thing! Why is a piece of paper so picky?

She rolled her eyes and left the kitchen, going into the hallway, eyes glued to the paper. She wondered what a piece of paper would consider completely alone. Maybe she had to leave the house all together.

She turned right halfway down the hallway, into the bathroom, and locked the door. She looked back at the paper but it still didn't say anything. She started to feel frustrated.

"Why won't it -" She flipped the paper over and suddenly a scrawled silver text appeared on the page. "Oh." She flushed slightly. "Haha, I knew that..."

It was written in perfect cursive, sparkly silver, and it only said two words:

Brace yourself.