Chapter 6

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You curled up in your bed, uncomfortable enough with the thought that a mentally unstable man was likely watching every move you made— never mind the thought that the same mentally unstable man might just be jealous of you...

You tossed and turned most of the night, not even bothering to get into pjs. You hadn't even been here a day, it was impossible on every level for someone like Jim to like you like that!!

After awaking in the morning from a nightmare riddled sleep, you stood and sorted out some of your things to make this place as cozy and reassuring as possible. (Including a small fort in the corner of the room that you made out of blankets and pillows and a closet door, to shelter yourself from Jim's cameras when you needed that extra privacy. Especially when you were getting dressed..) Crawling out of your fort in a new outfit, you stand up and shoot a look straight at Jim's camera. Your expression was something between frustration, annoyance, and stubbornness. ..... as well as cluelessness, wondering what you'd even be doing for a job anyways, since well. You'll get bored sitting around here all day every day. Alone.

With a sigh, you head towards the door to look around the building again. Upon opening it however, you jump back and yelp in surprise. Jim, who had been standing right outside the door, chuckles.
"Sorry to frighten you, my dear~~ thought you might be bored. Come along, we'll find out what kind of work would suit you best to start out~." The man smiles calmly, all traces of the unstable, scary Jim from yesterday, almost completely gone. Except. You know. The constant cold deadness that forever remained in his eyes.
Breaking you out of your thoughts, Jim spoke again.

"How are you with blood~?"

"...... what?"

"Blood. No one like it, it's. Messy. But that's why I have people like you to clean it up for me~ come along." Jim hummed calmly with a smile. You stared at him, not even able to process what he was saying. Blood....? Why..... why would you need to clean up blood...? And... WHOSE BLOOD???!

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