Partners in Crime

Silent

"Come on, you can do better than that." He said, looking at the now headless training dummy. "Shut it, unless you want to be next." Soul Snatcher replies, glaring at Jeff, who, being supposed to help her in her training, was instead making fun of her playfully. Or at least he should hope he's being playful. He looks at her, expressionless. "I'm being serious. It could get dangerous to you, or anyone around you and your kill. You might want a different weapon while out with a group. How good are you with a knife?" Soul Snatcher looks at him as if he were crazy, which, of course, he was. "A different weapon? Are you kidding me?" She almost shrieks, before calming herself down. "Look, does this look like a normal scythe to you?" She asks. He glances once at it, before focusing back on her. "I don't know, I mean I've been here quite a while, and I've seen a variety of weird-looking weapons. Why? Is there something peculiar about it?" She rolls her eyes sarcastically, before answering him. "Well, unless a scythe used to send even a priest's soul to hell is a norm around here." "Oh, that would explain a few things, like, maybe, that eye looking at me, and the cracks around it." "Oh, don't mind that." He chuckles, before turning serious again. "Oh, and I'm not really the best with a knife, if that's what you were going to repeat. I think I'm better with long-distance weapons. Less blood to clean off." She makes it a point to motion towards his once white, but now stained with blood hoodie. He nods, but hands his knife over to her. "Well, you never know until you try, right?" He gives her one of his rare, sincere smiles. They look towards the dummy, that appears to have it's head back. Then they notice Stitches, walking away quietly. "What the hell? When did she get here? I would have sensed her presence." "I know, she does that a lot. Real quiet." Apparently, Stitches was able to hear them, as she shouted back "Yeah, well, you two looked like you were having a moment, so I quickly stitched the head back and I left. Sorry if I was interrupting something. I'll leave you guys to it, then." With that, she quickly and quietly resumed her walk back towards the mansion, where Bloody Painter joined her at the door. Jeff sneered. "I really don't trust him. It might look like I do, but I don't. I would keep an eye on him." Then, as if realizing that he was talking aloud, he turned back to Soul Snatcher. "Anyways, how about you try hitting a fatal spot on the dummy." She looked at him before asking "So...if it's to be fatal on the dummy...would I need to set fire to the knife first, or-" "No. You know what I mean. Stop being a smartass for once. Get it over with." She giggled slightly, before attempting to attack the dummy with the knife. It... didn't end well. "wow. Can you explain to me how you somehow managed to behead the dummy with a knife? And then manage to get said knife stuck in the same dummy?" She gave a sheepish grin. "nope. I have no goddamn clue."

After changing back into her usual dress, Jeff caught up with her. She looked at him before smiling mockingly at him. "So, you managed to get the knife out?" He glared at her, but nodded. Then, Bloody Painter walked up to them, and Soul Snatcher noticed how Jeff immediately stiffened. "Hey, Soul Snatcher?" Bloody Painter asked her, and she looked at him. "Why is your sister always so quiet? It's kinda creepy, even for a Creepypasta." Soul Snatcher sighed, "What did she do?" "nothing. It's just that sometimes she doesn't answer some of my questions." "such as..?" He gave an exhausted sigh "I try to get to know her, okay? I asked her a bit about her parents and her friends, and immediately, she clammed up. She won't even talk to me, or the other guys." Soul Snatcher's eyes widened. "Where is she?" "Playing video games with BEN."