(Completed (mainly) The DSAF'S Book Of Randomness 2

A Guard's Life, Meet Inexperienced Writing Part 4

AN- OMG I FINALLY FUCKING DID IT-

Warnings
Hurtful self talk
Violence
References to sexual assualt
SL word, if ya know what that is-

Dark time let's go-
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Old Sport had not given up. He had tried whatever schemes he could, which proved he was superior, yet Jack always seemed to come out on top.

He went with them, got scared and Dave would take care of him, or wouldn't and Dave would tell him they'd do it later.

He felt as though he was going insane. He was going to replace him easily at this rate...

He was growing desperate.

And a desperate souless being, was very, very dangerous.

Not only that...
A certain someone was seeing that the male being here was quite a big problem to his plans.

He didn't like how he could keep William from killing and other things... So, he decided that, maybe, it was time to take things into his own hands.

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Jack could now walk, hanging out with the others more often now. Mike was now somehow even more protective of him, Marion had lightly warmed up to him, just lightly, Jeremy was a great friend, so was PG, and Dave made him feel like nothing bad could ever happen to him.

He never knew he could be this happy... But, the other version of him was making him feel, anxious.

They way he looked at him felt, threatening. He was scared of him honestly...

He shook his head, stretching going to the back of the pizzaria, he was a bit worn out.

He still got nervous around too many people.

Little did he know, that someone was following him...

He felt a push into the wall, not hard enough for him to smash his face, but enough for it to lightly hurt.

He turned around from the wall, shaking lightly.

It was Old Sport, who was looking at him with that soulless face, the one that made him feel terrified.

"... O-O... ld, S-Sport? W-Wha-" "We don't want you here."

He flinched lightly, not noticing his eyes lightly changing.

"... W... W-" "You heard me. They don't want a weakling like you here. All you've done is halt everyone's plans."

Jack felt a slight pain as he held his hand to the wall, it being harsh.

He whimpered, shaking intensely. "... Say, what's the reason for everything wrong with you? Run into trouble? Murdered? Gotten your, hands dirty? You are, quite a curious freak of nature.."

He felt his breathing quicken, noticing that he was touching him.

He was against a wall.

He, he-

"Old Sport's" eyes rolled, hitting him against the wall which made him fall.

"You are such a lesser version of h- me, you know? Your weak, small, emotionally pathetic, and so many other things make it obvious how and why. William doesn't want you. None of them do. LEAVE."

Jack shook, feeling tears fall down his face. He knew he was right... no one would want him here.

The orange man picked him up, forcing him to his feet "From your look, it seems you know no one likes or wants you around. Now get out of this place, don't care where you go, just as long as we never have to see your face again."