I Guess I'm Not A Mindless Murderer (TicciMask)

Fangirls, Ugh

Art by IJustWannaHaveFunn

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Toby and Tim got up the next day and drove to the next motel a few hours away. This went on for the next few days, driving a few hours everyday, sometimes staying in a car park if there wasn't a motel nearby. They didn't stay in hotels as they were more expensive and the two didn't exactly fit in. A shabby looking man in a fawn jacket and seems overly paranoid and a twitchy younger man who looks scared all the time. Not exactly normal.

"We're here." Tim said blankly, and Toby sat up in the passenger seat. 

"You sure you wanna do this? It's-" he was swiftly cut off.

"Yeah, you have enough blood on your hands. You don't need any more." Tim sighed and got out the car. Toby followed, leaving his phone in the car, along with Tim's. He grabbed the blunt pipe.

"You can have a hatchet, it'll be less painful for her." Toby's voice was soft as he pulled up his mask and pulled down his goggles.

"Thanks." Tim pulled down the white mask that made him feel sick and took the weapon, placing the blunt one back. They walked a few blocks down to Jemma's house. Tim was walking as quiet as he could, and luckily he made little to no noise. It was 2am so nobody was about, and even if a car passed by, they would pass too fast to see the two men walking down the road.

Jemma's house came before them all too soon. Tim gulped before picking the lock to the window. He didn't know he even knew how to, maybe Masky's skill stuck in his head. He climbed in, signalling with a curt nod that Toby was to follow. The house was snobby, and with a glance out the window, Toby saw that there was a giant pool.

"Toby!" Tim hissed lowly. Toby ran quietly, noticing that he'd zoned out. Dumb ADHD.

Tim pushed a door open, seeing it was a bathroom and the sound of a bath running hit their ears, along with a soft humming. He glanced in to see that Jemma had her back to them. Luckily, a mirror wasn't on the wall she was looking in. She was humming what sounded like Pop Goes The Weasel. Toby listened closely and paused. She was singing, and it wasn't the proper song.

"All around the dark carnival
Laughing Jack chased a child.
The little one thought they were safe
POP! Jack went wild!
He stuffed their face with many treats
he thought they were just dandy.
But then they find out that it-
was poisoned candy.
His work was done for the day
he had claimed a new prize.
He cackled then so evilly
he loved their demise.
'round and 'round
the cobbler's bench
the monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought twas all in fun.
POP! Goes the weasel!
Laughing Jack has a knife.
Laughing Jack has a gun.
Laughing Jack is murderuos.
POP! Goes the weasel!
A half of pound of tupenny rice.
The monkey chased the weasel.
Thw monkey thought twas all in fun.
POP! Goes the weasel!
Laughing Jack knows where you live.
Laughing Jack's a stalker.
Laughing Jack will kill your child.
POP! Goes the weasel!
Up and down the London Road.
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought twas all in fun.
POP! Goes the weasel!
Laughing Jack's your child's best friend
Laughing Jack is funny.
Laughing Jack will kill everyone.
POP! Goes the weasel!
POP! Goes the weasel!" Jemma sang repetitively, and when she finished the song she started over.

"Shit, she's a creepypasta fan." Toby whispered to Tim. Jemma sang over them, so she couldn't hear.

"What?" Tim asked, oblivious. "What's she singing?"

"That's a creepypasta version of Pop Goes The Weasel, this guy called Laughing Jack. He befriends kids and feeds them poisoned candy. I'll introduce you two." Toby explained. "More importantly, she'll know us!"

"She won't know me." Tim hissed. "And I'm killing her so it's ok."

"She might, Tim, a lot of people associate Marble Hornets with creepypasta." He explained, and Tim nodded, then smiled under his mask.

"Then she'll be happy she died this way, I dunno." Tim whispered. "I'm gonna get her now, k? Follow." Tim stood up and crept up behind Jemma's, flexing his gloved fingers over the handle.

Jemma whipped around, and saw the both of them there. "Oh my god!" Her voice had that annoying accent, and her voice was high pitched. "It's creepypastas! They're real!"

"Shh! Shut up!" Tim growled at her.

"Aaa! It's Masky!!" The girl squealed. "And Ticci Toby!! Masky, where's Hoodie?!"

"The hooded man? If you mean him, Brian's dead..?" He said it like a question. "And I'm not a creepypasta?"

"What do you mean, you're not a creepypasta? And who's Brian? I mean Hoodie! He's not dead." Jemma rolled her eyes.

"Listen, kid, have you even watched Marble Hornets?" Jemma shook her head. "God fuck, I'm not a creepypasta, I watched Brian die and you need to shut up. I don't wanna kill you but I have to."

"Why would you kill me?" Jemma asked. "Uhm, aren't you meant to fall in love with me and then I'll become a creepypasta too and we get married? That's what happens in fan fictions and-" Jemma was cut off by the hatchet in her neck.

"Fangirls, ugh..." Toby groaned. "Also, people call you Masky? Who knew..."

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Don't take this seriously! I'm just saying, that's not how an encounter with a creepypasta would happen, don't believe the fanfics! Lol, please don't hate me, I just speak truth...

Word Count: 866

~Majora xx