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Chapter Two: Crush (Toby POV)

Okay, I wasn't kidding when I said Jack made me feel more safe. How he scared of that Annabelle girl was awesome, but he went overboard. I mean, was bloody and some of my clothes were ripped from the struggle I had with that toy, but Jack was basically drenched in dark blood. "Do you t-think we could handle a-another one of them?" I asked Jack. "We won't be so lucky to be alone in the woods n-next time. Plus t-there will probably be more of t-them." Jack shrugged. "I love a challenge." He said simply. 

I looked over my clothes again and then Jack's. How would we not be suspicious now? We were covered in zombie blood, we couldn't just walk into town like this. "W-what a-are we g-gonna do about o-our clothes?" I asked Jack. He looked down at himself and picked at the blood on his hoodie like he didn't even realize what a mess he was. "Oh shit man I don't know." He responded. "I mean it's fall? Maybe we could pretend to be in a costume...?"

*Time Skip*

IDK why that was the best idea that came up in the whole twenty minute conversation Jack and I had before we decided what to do. We were now literally walking into town, covered in blood. The sun was beginning to go down, it had taken us forever to get out of the thick woods and find our way to the city. As we came out of the last few trees that hid us from view, I took a deep breath and glanced at Jack. 

"H-here g-g-goes n-nothing." I said shakily. I ticked so much more under pressure. I couldn't control myself, my face tensed every other second and sometimes I would yell sharply, or bring my shoulders up to my chin. The whole purpose of this was to not attract attention, but here we were, entering town covered in blood, and me uncontrollably ticking. I could tell Jack was getting annoyed and I tried to stop, I really did. But every time I had the feeling that I needed to tick, I couldn't resist for more than a few seconds. Jack didn't seem to understand that those few seconds were agony for me. He sent me a glare with his new eyes every time I did something especially distracting. 

I mumbled apologies under my breath. The town was bustling with people, and I started to really doubt our decision. But I didn't want to show Jack that I was weak, so I didn't say anything. Some people stared at us, others ignored us but sent confused sideways glances towards us. Luckily nobody yet had screamed. Two days before Halloween was a very convenient time for Slendy to send us on this mission.

"I can't believe we are getting away with this!" Jack said excitedly under his breath. I nodded, but I was still shaking and twitching like crazy. I was so nervous. But, we managed to make it into a laundromat before anything terrible could happen. "We c-can't just strip, Jack. H-how are we supposed to wash o-our c-clothes?" I said, almost angry. Jack sent me a matter-of-fact stare and winked with his dead eye. "We will just steal some clothes to wear in the meantime." He said, smiling. Oh my god. He was awfully sure of himself, but I guess he was right. We didn't really have another option, and it was only a matter of time before people would start to sense the smell of rotting blood. 

With a sigh, I followed Jack into the small laundromat. The strong scent of bleach and air freshener stung my nostrils and I could feel my eyes start to water. Jack looked at me scrunching his nose. "I'd take blood over this." He mumbled. I laughed a little, we both knew he loved the smell of blood. The only employee in the store was asleep on the small counter in the back of the room, and the only other customer here this late was a scruffy drunk man who was sitting in a plastic chair by the doorway. He looked sweaty and tired, I bet he wouldn't even notice if we stole his car along with his clothes. 

"Okay, looks like this guy's load is about done." Jack whispered. "Should we knock him out?" Jack gestured to the groggy drunken man in the corner. "Nah..." I said. "He looks bad enough already." I still kind of felt bad about taking from him... but I remembered I was a murderer now. I'd done worse, so I didn't say anything. I mean, Jack obviously didn't have a problem. When the small dryer finally dinged, Jack quickly opened the door and threw out a shirt and pants that both looked way too big for me. I looked at Jack with an annoyed expression on my face. He shrugged. "You could just be naked." He said. I decided I would leave before Jack could notice how hot my face was.