"JIMMY! WHO LET YOU OUT?!" the short man yelled jumping off the table. Jimmy rolled his eyes and sat up.
"Well, ain't it the short, bitchy gremlin," Jimmy said, smirking at Pete.
"I see you haven't changed since we last met, which means this won't be so hard," Pete said, stretching. Pete grabbed the Sharpie and went over to Jimmy.
"I've had enough of your shenanigans," Pete said, before softly poking Jimmy with the marker. He turned around and snapped away, before snapping back with a small bottle with a clear liquid. Patrick made a small gasp, getting Pete's attention.
"Is... is that vodka?" Patrick said, seemingly terrified of the clear liquid.
"It's holy water, calm your tits, it's for Jimmy to retreat. Don't mind the screams, cutie," Pete said, winking. Patrick blushed and looked away. Tré kept watch on the new Pete guy and saw him hiss as he accidentally spilled a drop on his hand trying to open the container. He then splashed some on Jimmy, causing a loud screech, so Tré covered his ears.
When he looked back, there was Pete sitting on the bed, holding Billie, as Billie was fast asleep. Tré felt a small pang of jealousy, so he walked over.
"Don't wake him, he's always tired after letting Jimmy free," Pete said. Tré nodded, not wanting to see Pete's demon self if he was already this salty.
"So, how long would he be asleep?" Tré asked.
"I dunno, Jimmy never had come out that long, it's always been just a few minutes here, maybe 10 minutes at most. But, hours on end? That's hard to tell," Pete said, running his hand through Billie's hair. Tré wanted to take the sleeping demon away from Pete and put him in his lap. But, he was low-key afraid of Pete.
"Hey, cutie, are you still blushing over there? Come join us," Pete called out to Patrick. Patrick turned around still blushing a bright red. He nodded a little and quickly went to the side that Tré wasn't on. Pete looked over at Tré who was staring at Billie. Then he had an idea. He slowly lifted Billie up and handed him to Tré.
"Hold him tightly or he might sleep fight," Pete said.
"Wait- what?!" Tré said, getting a tight grip on the demon he was handed.
"I was kidding, he's out like a brick, just don't let him wake up, things might get... scary," Pete said, slowly bringing Patrick closer to him. Tré nodded and held Billie close to his chest.
--EN: make a better joke? seriously? do you know who you're asking?? like hello, my name is eliot and i make either horrible or inappropriate jokes, don't ask me to make a better joke. show the damn chapter love, and please don't hate on the awful jokes. ~ eliot--
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Fanfiction"You aren't supposed to be up here." "Listen here, pretty boy, I'll go where I wish, when I wish, so, how about you come with me and we can both ditch this place." "Go away."
