Chapter 4. Answers

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     Welcome to chapter 4. I'm gonna write all of these in Marcelline's pov
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     I awoke to the sound of my mother shouting "Hey, breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes" I licked my lips as I thought of the delicious food, she is the best cook. I replied "Can I get a shower first?" She said yes. As I go to grab a shirt, I notice my wrists. The scars were still there, meaning last night wasn't a dream. Swiftly grabbing my clothing, I continued to go to my restroom.

     After about a ten minute long shower I put on my long sleeved shirt to hide the scars and went into the kitchen

     "Hey mum, what'cha cookin'"
I exclaimed, stomach filled with nothing but hunger. "Bacon and pancakes love, the classic breakfast." She replied with a large smile. I gave my mother a quick hug and said "that's the best!" Before going to watch television.

     Once breakfast was finished my mum yelled "Its ready!" I raced my way from the living room to the dining room to eat while James ran down the stairs.
Once finished with breakfast, I exclaimed to my mother "that was delicious as always, thank you mum!" And went upstairs to my room.

     When I got up the stairs, I opened the purple door to my bedroom. Only to be confronted by the attacker from last night. He stood up and held up his hands as if surrendering. Being the curious girl I am, instead of turning and running, or even screaming for that matter, I just simply stood there. "L-look, I am n-not going to hurt y-y-you." He quietly said. When I didn't answer he continued "if you w-want answers f-for your wr-rists and everything else, c-come with me." And I did.

     Locking the door behind me, I slowly approached him. He sat down on my bed and motioned for me to sit down beside him. I complied, except I sat about two feet away from him.

     "D-don't be scared. I d-dont   w-wanna hurt you any m-more." So I scooted about a foot closer, still having a foot in between us. "Tell me what these scars are." I demanded, motioning to my wrists.

     "L-look, come with m-me." He said. I replied with my most confident voice "and why do I have to listen to you?" He started to look angry "you d-don't. B-but you do if y-you want answers."

     I sighed in defeat, I really wanted answers. "Fine, I'll go. But you won't hurt me right? At least that?" I said hoping for the things that I wanted. He just nodded in response.
 
     "We'll l-leave in a few
m-minutes, you might wanna
b-bring a bag with some snacks. And if y-you have it, p-peanut butter." He said, leaving me with a confused look "why peanut butter?" I asked. "B-because its one of my f-favorite foods." He said, rubbing the back of his neck while staring at the floor. I couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, even if this mad tried to kill me.

     After about five minutes I had my backpack filled with some food, including his peanut butter. "Are y-you ready y-yet?" He said,I answered with a nod of my head. We left out of my window.

     We walked about ten minutes to the forest. "We have to go in there?" I said, motioning my hand to the forest. "Y-yes" he replied, and we started walking.

     "D-do you have the p-p b?" He asked, I laughed again and handed him it after getting it out of my bag. He opened the jar and dug some out with his fingers and ate it, I laughed at his childish behavior.

     "Hey." He said, making me turn my attention to him. "I-i'm sorry, for attacking y-you." Guilt clearly in his eyes. "Why did you attack me?" I asked, only to be answered with "its k-kind of l-like an addiction. Its n-not personal. But I'd l-like to be friends n-now." I smiled and said "I'd like that, if you don't try to kill me."

     The next few minutes were quiet until we in front of a large mansion. "We're here!" He said walking to the door with his hand out. "Wait!" I said, making him stop "I never got your name, mines Marcelline." He answered with a simple "T-Toby"

     We walked in, Toby ahead of me. I heard a deep male voice ask "Did you bring me the proxy?"   "Y-yes sir!" Toby replied as he pulled me into a room that seemed like a living room, the room had some men in it and a little girl. But the person that stood out the most was the faceless man in the tuxedo who seemed about eight foot tall. I stared at him, fear rising inside of me as all eyes were on me. "I can sense your fear. Don't worry we wont hurt you." The tall man said to me as if he just read my mind before leaning down and holding out his hand. I hesitantly shook it becoming less nervous as I realized that they haven't attacked me yet. "You'll be staying the night in Toby's room." He said, I looked over at Toby and he had the same shocked face as I did "But my family, they'll worry!" I said "no they won't. Besides, being in these woods isn't safe at night." He said "Toby, bring her to your room." "Y-yes s-sir." Toby said before dragging me to what I assumed was his room by my hand.

     Toby opened the door to his room and led me in. It was fairly neat. He sat down on the bed and mumbled " how are we g-gonna do this?" I replied with "we can just lay normally maybe? Its a decent sized bed. I'll face one way you face the other?" He nodded his head and took off his mask and goggles and set them on his night stand. I blushed, he was kind of cute. I looked down and asked "do you have a shower?" He nodded again "its the one
r-right next to my d-door. To the left. Do you n-need some clothes?" He asked now blushing at the question, I nodded yes. He searched his drawer and handed me some blue pajama bottoms and a plain white t. "They
m-might be a bit too b-big." He said as he handed them over.

     After showering I went to bed on one side of the bed. I didn't know where Toby was so I just slept, wondering what my life was right now.

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Hello my dudes
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