#9 Italian Night Club

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AAA FINALLY

loved the new chapter!!

AHHHHH NEW CHAPTER !!!!

Uber Driver for the Dead

Part 3?!?! No way?!?

Thanks for reading all this! I’ve been super super busy, but I’ve finally gotten some time to write.

T.W. : Blood, Jeff, swearing, mentions of death, reader wants to kill Jeff, breaking and entering

You awoke to a bright light. Refusing to open your eyes, you groaned in stiff pain. What happened?

Feeling around, the familiar texture of your sheets and pillows brought you comfort. It took a few minutes, but you managed to peel back your eyes. You we’re still in your room.

The bright light was the odd thing out. In the corner stood a tall man, flashlight illuminating the darkness. It took you a moment to register what exactly was going on.

You let out a terrified scream, watching the man like a hawk. “Who are you!? What do you want?!” You demanded. Reaching quickly to your side, you snatched a plastic cup off the nightstand and hurled it toward the figure.

“Ow-! Woman!” The man’s voice was familiar, “what the fuck?!” It was ragged and gruff. You narrowed your eyes, watching him. It took a moment, but when the carved smile came into view, you knew who you were dealing with.

“Jeff?! What- why are you here?!” You yelled back, turning on your bedside lamp.

“Ah yes- thanks for the ‘welcome to my humble abode’” he mocked, “and I need a place to hide.”

“Hide?! Dude, I’m a driver! I don’t house you guys! If the cops show up here, I’m screwed,” you exclaimed.

“I’m not hiding from cops,” he took a deep breath, “I sorta kinda pissed off this dude and now,” he trailed off. You didn’t need a further explanation. Jeff pissed someone off and now he was suffering the consequences. You rolled your eyes, sitting up right in bed.

“And you think that MY house is the place to be?” His explanation didn’t cover why he was at your house.

“Yeah?” He said like it was the my obvious thing in the world, “Toby doesn’t know you exist- or from what I know.”

“Who the fuck is Toby???”

“Remember Masky and Hoodie? Toby is friends with them,” he seemed to relax a little. You recalled the strange men mentioning coworkers, but not friends. You took a few deep breaths, trying to wrap your head around everything.

It was silent for a moment before you spoke again. “What did you do?”

“Set their room on fire.”

“You did what?!”

“It was only a little bit!! We put it out super quick and everything was fine,” he fell into a giggling fit. He seemed to think lighting someone’s room on fire was the funniest thing in the world.

“I swear if this Toby person shows up here- I’m helping them kill you,” you glared at him. He mocked sadness and betrayal, saying “how could you” and “I thought we were friends.”

You rolled your eyes again, leaning over and grabbing your phone of the nightstand. You had several different texts. Some from Jeff, asking to be let in and an ominous “I’m in your room.” Several other texts from unknown numbers filled your inbox.

One in particular caught your eye. It read “where is he?” You opened it, confusion wrapping your features as you started at the screen. Soon, another message followed; “I know you know where Jeff is. Tell me.”

Oh shit.

Before you could inform Jeff of the messages, a loud crash was heard downstairs. It sounded alarmingly like glass shattering. Your head snapped to the bedroom door while Jeff smiled.

Multiple footsteps climbed your stairs quickly and you recoiled in fear. Doors in the hallway could be heard slamming open, voices yelling things you couldn’t make out. It didn’t take very long before the bedroom door was thrown open.

“Jeff! You son- fuck!- of a bitch!” A boy, a little smaller than Jeff, burst through the door and tackled Jeff. Soon after, the familiar masks of Masky and Hoodie piled in. Hoodie waved at you, moving to sit by you on the edge of the bed while Masky dealt with the Jeff and, who you assumed, Toby situation.

“What the hell?” You looked at the frowny face mask.

“Toby’s pissed- might kill Jeff. Don’t worry, we can help you clean up the blood,” he explained.

“Oh. That’s actually really nice of you,” you had learned that blood wasn’t easy to get out. Dealing with the dead constantly, you has a number of things in your backseat.

“So how ya’ been?” His southern accent was strong.

“I’m making it,” you responded, watching the two men try to kill each other. “Didn’t expect to have my off night go like this.”

He snorted, looking over at the two. “Yeah, not sure what you’re going to do. You’re kinda’ stuck with us now.”

“Huh…?”

“You picked Jeff up. Now, you’re stuck with us,” he explained.

Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[jimmy-johns5382]

Uber Driver for the Dead

Part 2?! No way?!?

This is part 2 so you might wanna read part 1?? It won’t make much sense if you don’t lmao

T.W.: stalking, creepypasta, swearing, a famous “u up?” Text, BEN

Written in 2nd person P.O.V

“U up?”

2:36 A.M. unknown number.

You rolled over, hearing the phone chime loudly. You groaned, assuming you had forgotten to put the damned thing on silence. Grabbing the device, you were blinded by the bright screen and recoiled slightly. You looked at the message strangely.

Are you serious? You received an infamous “u up?” text?

Rage courses through your system quickly, and you slammed the phone back down on the nightstand. You only wished for one decent nights rest. It has been two weeks since your encounter with “Jeff”, and since then your life had been paranoia hell. Driving around dead people was crazy enough, but everything had been so much worse recently.

It started simple enough. The feeling of being watched, shadows that weren’t your own. Then it got worse. Your door was unlocked when you arrived home, but you knew you locked it. You would wake in the middle of the night to your window being open. Then, your things started to disappear. Old chargers that didn’t work anymore, two steak knives, your favorite lip gloss, and three shirts. Just up and vanished.

It had begun to scare you. Calling the cops was easy, and getting them to believe you was even easier. But, with little evidence, they couldn’t do anything. You set up cameras, but they didn’t do any good. At random hours of the night, whenever things would happen, the camera system would be down. Sometimes a terrible static would fill the screens and other times they would die completely.

Picking up the phone again, another loud “ding” sounded out. You read the number again, your brain not understanding it in your sleepy state. Looking at the message, your heart sank.

“I need a ride.”

2:37 A.M.

A ride? Was this Jeff? How the hell did he get your number? You quickly typed out a message, not fully grasping what was happening.

“Jeff?”

“Nope. I’m a co-worker, if you could call it that.”

“Who are you and how did you get this number?”

“BEN gave it to me.”

There was that name again. BEN. Who was that? Another message soon followed.

“You know the intersection between Taterville Dr and highway 83?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of close where I picked up Jeff.”

“Bingo. Get out of bed and come get me.”

How did he know I was in bed?

“I’m not asking.”

You shuddered at the message. It was clear he needed a ride and knew who you were. You weren’t sure exactly what he knew, but it scared you to think he had current tabs on you.

Quickly, you moved out of bed and threw on an oversized sweatshirt. Throwing on a quick pair of socks and shoes, you darted out the door and toward your car. A part of you, the rational part of you, knew this wasn’t smart. But what choice did you really have?

Not twenty minutes later, you pulled onto the street and slowed. Two men stood on the side of the road. As you pulled toward them, you noticed their details.

One of them was taller, lanky. He adorned an orange hoodie, dark blue jeans, combat boots, and a black mask with a red frowny face stitched onto the front. The other was shorter, wearing a red flannel over a black t-shirt, black pants, boots, and a white mask. You knew these were the two you were supposed to pick up.

Pulling to the side and stopping the car, you rolled down your window. “Hello? You guys…ummm…the guys who texted?” You nervously asked.

“We didn’t text. But yes, we’re the ones who needed the ride,” the one with the white mask spoke. Silently, they both tumbled into the back seat. You plugged a destination into the GPS and began to drive. They didn’t speak, only silently watching your movements. It gave you chills.

“So…you guys friends with Jeff and BEN?” You broke the awkward and tense silence.

“Not friends,” the masked man answered. His voice was gruff, like a tired dad who had been smoking for years.

“Oh…that’s cool,” you didn’t know what to say. The car drifted into silence again until the man in the frowny mask snickered and let out a snort.

“Sorry- sorry,” he fell into a fit of chuckles, “it’s crazy. You really are driving around dead chicks and murderers,” he narrowed his eyes at you, “you gotta’ be on some drugs.”

You let a small nervous laugh at his statement. Murderers? “With some of the things I see and hear, I wonder if I am and just don’t remember taking them.”

“Makes getting ‘round easier for us, so I’m not complain’,” the man laughed again. The other one elbowed him the side, a silent motion of “shut up.” You drove in silence again, this time not as awkward. You eventually pulled on to a gravel path before the white masked man spoke up again.

“Here is fine. You don’t need to go any further,” he seemed so serious. You followed his orders, stopping the car and unlocking the door. The frowny man tumbled out first, but quickly spun around and tapped on the passenger side window. As the other man climbed out, frowny motioned for you to roll the window down.

“Alrighty- thanks. In two days, we’ll need another ride. It’ll be easy, you’ll get the details tomorrow,” it felt like he was smiling under his mask.

“Oh-? I mean, yeah. That works as long as I’m getting paid,” you shrugged it off.

“Yeahhhh BEN should be tipping you pretty well. I mean- it’s not his money but that doesn’t matter,” the white masked man grabbed his shoulder and yanked him away from the window before frowny could say another word.

What a bunch of weirdos.

[jimmy-johns5382]

Uber Driver for the Dead

Creepypasta x Reader

Part 1?? Maybe?

T.W. : Swearing, Blood, Gore, Folks are dead, kinda sad?, it’s a creepypasta fic, lowkey a crack fic but whatever

Written in 2nd person P.O.V

As a broke college kid, you only wanted to make a quick buck. To have enough money for drinks, or DoorDashing Taco Bell, or even a new set of headphones. Living outside a large city, Uber seemed like a perfect option. A massive international airport meant tons of people would need rides, and it was a goldmine for Ubers.

So, you signed up. The first few jobs were normal. Some were picking up people and taking them to the airport, some were driving people home from bars in the early morning hours, and others were business men going to important meeting. Nonetheless, it paid decent money.

A few weeks ago, however, you got a strange ride. It was someone who needed to be picked up and dropped off at the airport. As you drove, the world around you seemed different. The trees, no matter how green, seemed lifeless. The world felt drained, as if it wasn’t filled with life. You slowed to a stop near an old house, a man stood on the side of the road.

You rolled down your window, but before you could speak the man wordlessly climbed into the backseat. He wore all black, a Cubs baseball cap, and a black mask over his lower face. You went to speak again, but the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He offered it to you, and when you accepted and counted it, you couldn’t believe it.

$500.00.

You shut up and drove. It was a silent ride to the airport, only the sounds of your breathing and the faint noise of the radio filled the air. As you were pulling into the airport, the man moved his mask for a moment. You caught his movement in the rear view mirror and stopped.

The man was missing the lower part of his face. His lower jaw was gone, the only visible indication of teeth were the empty gums on the top portion. You could make out where the hinge of the jaw used to be, but the back of his throat made it difficult to tell if he even still had the jaw part of his skull. As quickly as he took it off, he put it back on.

You pulled to a stop and the man got out. He didn’t say a word, but entered the airport and disappeared. You sat for a moment, unable to comprehend what you had just seen. It wasn’t until the whistle of the traffic guard pulled you out of your daze. You moved and pulled off, immediately heading home. Unfortunately, this would not be the first Uber drive for the dead.

A few nights later, you picked up an elderly women. She was sweet, offering you a handful of Dum-Dum suckers. The women, as sweet as she was, was partly see through. That was the give away that she was already gone. You cried a lot that night, after hearing that she was going to watch over her daughter and grandchildren. When you dropped her off at a house in a large suburban neighborhood, she disappeared in front of your eyes.

It continued like that for weeks. You no longer picked up regular passengers, but the dead and paranormal. From war veterans to demons, you drove them around the large city and smaller towns surrounding it. You quickly learned that those rides paid much more than any living person.

One night, you found a job on the app. It seemed easy enough. Pick up this guy simply named “Jeff” and drop him off at another spot. So you drove quickly and arrived in a neighborhood. You pulled up to the house that was given to you, fear wracking your body. It was lit ablaze, screaming coming from within. Before you knew it, a man was sitting in your passenger seat and yelling at you to drive. You don’t know why, but you listened.

You sped away from the burning building, taking back roads and gravel paths. It wasn’t long before you ended up driving on a barely paved road lined by trees. You glanced at the man, taking in his odd features. Pasty white skin, dark circles hung around his eyes, black hair painted on his face. And the most noticeable, the large, joker like smile carved into his cheeks. He spoke first, breaking the tense silence.

“So it is true? There really is a chick driving around dead people?” He looked like he could barely contain his laughter.

“Huh-? Oh, I guess?” You quietly responded.

“Ben was right! Oh damn- that’s funny,” he chuckled, it was dark and ominous. “How the hell did you even get into this?”

“Great question. One second I’m driving around normal people and the next? A dead dude is sitting in my backseat,” you tried to explain.

“Oh damn,” he laughed loudly, “that’s actually too good! What shit luck,” he threw his head back in laughter. A few minutes went by as he controlled himself, the dense trees surrounding you both.

“So what’s your deal? Typically I only pick up dead people?” You looked at him again. He was breathing.

“I’m special- and cool as fuck,” he sure was special all right. You rolled your eyes before he spoke again. “Here, drop me off. This is close enough.”

You pulled to a stop, leaning the car off the shoulder of the road. He quickly hoped out, looking back at you with a large grin on his face. He waved, a large kitchen knife in his hand.

“I’ll tell Ben you’re actually real- he’s gonna’ loose his shit. Thanks for the ride,” and with that, he walked away. You sat for a moment, watching as he disappeared into the thick forest. As quickly as you stopped, you pulled away and began the drive back to your apartment.

It was strange. You didn’t pick up living people, so why him? Who was he? And who was Ben? Questions swirled through your mind as you entered your apartment and got ready for bed. It was late, nearing 2:00 A.M. The entire world seemed so still and you couldn’t help but feel watched. As you sat in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, you got a message.

“thanks for the ride I’ll be using ur services again”

You could only assume it was from whoever Jeff was. How did he get your number? You put your phone away, deciding that you needed sleep. As you slept, a number of new contacts appeared in your phone.

[jimmy-johns5382]

can I ask Dad!Tim with a reader with anorexia? I've been struggling these past few weeks and it would really be a comfort to read something like that

ignore this if you don't feel comfortable ❤️

I’m so sorry to hear that, please take care of yourself and I wish the absolute best for you 🥰

Dad! Masky x daughter with an ED

T.W. - Eating Disorder, little bit of swearing, it’s Tim and creepypasta sooooo

At first, Tim doesn’t think very much of it

Sure, you’re not eating, but it just kinda goes right over his head

I mean

You guys are murders working for some eldritch being in the middle of the woods

He just assumes you just hadn’t eaten that day

But after DAYS of you not eating, he says something

Tim is the confrontational type of dad, if he notices something then he speaks up

“Hey, kiddo, can I talk to ya’?” Tim’s voice was quiet. It was the middle of the night, you all had just gotten back from some mission. Brian was already in the bed, snoring loudly, and Toby had gone to take a shower.

“Shoot,” you replied, yawning. All you wanted was to take a shower and head to bed.

“When’s the last time you ate?” His voice was stern, yet laced with concern. You eyes snapped to him, examining him and watching his every move. You only shook your head, a silent “no.”

“Ok- why?” Tim asked. He almost sounded frustrated. “You can’t preform well if your not eating,” he tried to reason with you.

You took in a shaky breath before responding. “I mean- I know that. Just cant eat?” You didn’t really want to talk about it.

“Why?” It was firm.

“Eating disorder,” was the only response you gave.

It shut Tim up, and he simply watched as you tried to compose yourself. You sat in silence for a few minutes, the only noises being Toby’s obnoxious singing and the sounds of the Rake wondering around outside the cabin. He took a few calculated steps toward you and put his arm on your shoulder.

“You still gotta’ eat kid, it’s not healthy,” his thick southern accent was showing. He sounded like a concerned mother, not a murderous masked man.

“I try,” you shrugged his arm off and bolted. You weren’t interested in talking about it, and that was final in your eyes. Tim didn’t chase after you.

After this, your relationship changed

Occasionally, Tim would ask if you’ve eaten anything that day

If you had, wonderful!

If not, there would always be some kind of meal outside your room door

Sometimes it was a grilled cheese, sometimes ramen noodles

But it was a silent “I’ve got you.”

There was no direct pressure to eat, but just stay alive and healthy

He didn’t bring it up, but he always was there for you

[jimmy-johns5382]

Cam we have more dad Tim with scene child plz? I feel like he would question what kind of music his kid would listen to, specifically 6arelyhuman.

I love Dad! Tim honestly

Granted, I’m a sucker for found family :)

Some quick little Headcanons :)

I don’t think Tim really understands the whole scene thing

He’s a little slow tbh…

But he’s supportive?

In his own way

Like, if he was sent on some mission and robbed a house and just so happened to find this belt that reminded him of you

Then said belt would magically appear in your closet

I’d imagine your close with Nina?

She’s super into the scene and emo world

Tim allows you to hang out with her

And every now and then, when he’s feeling really soft, he’ll let you out of patrol early so you can go hangout with her

He doesn’t understand the music at all either

I imagine he listens to rock, metal, grunge, and country

He’s from Alabama no way he doesn’t listen to some country

So hearing any kind of scene music would set him into a frenzy

It’s so overwhelming and overstimulating?

He doesn’t understand

If you don’t already have good headphones, he’ll get you a pair

It’s mostly to keep his own peace

But, he does really like the smile on your face when you see them

[jimmy-johns5382]

Hihi!! Do you think you could maybe do father figure tim wright reacting to his kid (reader) sneaking out? :> Thank u! ^^

MORE ANGST??? MORE DAD ANGST???

cooking up something devious rn >:)

Idk what to Title this :)

Walking alongside the beat up pavement, you slowly dragged yourself toward the inevitable. Tim had texted you a few hours ago, asking where you had been. After you saw the notification on your Lock Screen, you knew that you were done for.

It had been a quiet evening in the small cabin. Toby and Brian were out and about, some random last minute mission. Kate was currently away at another mission, while Cody had locked himself away to work on a science project. You, bored out of your skull, had only been mindlessly scrolling through social media when you decided to leave.

Thinking a little, you knew that Tim wouldn’t want you leaving this late (unless it would have been work related). So, you took to being a normal and reckless teen, opening your window and jumping down, running off into the woods.

That was three hours ago.

You had been laying on a rock, looking up at the star, mapping out the galaxy in your mind. The constellations captivated your mind, allowing their stories to play out in dramatic scenes. You smiled, taking notice of the brightly lit North Star, remembering how it had saved you on many occasions.

A loud ‘buzz’ had knocked you out of your daze, glancing down at the phone to see a message from Tim. Without even reading it, you knew you were screwed. Something just screamed at you, telling you that he knew you had snuck out and would be in loads of trouble.

Picking up the device, you unlocked it and looked at the message. ‘Get home. Now.’ It was simple and too the point. Letting out a sigh, you took one look back up at the stars before making your way back to the cabin.

That brings us to the present, standing in front of the dimly lit run down cabin. From the outside, it didn’t even look inhabitable. Walking up the stairs, each one creaking under your weight, you grabbing your key. Unlocking the door and turning the knob, you took a few breathes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the lecture.

Pushing open the heavy door, you could see Tim sitting out the kitchen island, his face hidden in shadows. You swiftly entered and shut the door behind, locking it and straightening your posture.

“Uhh…hey,” you murmured. Was he angry? Upset? Worried? The shadows cast down on Tim made it impossible to even see his face.

“Where’d you go?” The southern drawl to his voice ever apparent as you shuddered. He was so serious!

“Just for a walk,” I responded, slinking up to the island and grabbing a glass out of the cupboard. “Wanted to get out, clear my head,” you stated as you filled the cup with water.

“Listen, I’m not going to lecture you,” your eyes widened slightly at his response, “but please, you have got to tell someone when you leave.”

“Huh?” You tilted your head to the side, earning a sigh from him. He rubbed his hands over his face, massaging the area around his eyes.

“Just…tell someone where you’re going, ok? I understand that you…you aren’t a little kid anyone,” the words were quiet and soft, uncharacteristic from the normal gruff tone.

“Yeah, I’m basically an adult,” you giggled, walking over and resting on the counter.

“Not to me, to me…you’re a kid,” Tim looked up at you, a tired look in his eyes. “I can’t control you, what you do, say, think. You’re getting older, and I have to accept that,” he sounded almost heartbroken. A soft smile made its way to your face as you looked at Tim, seeing his glaze casted downward.

“You’re a kid to me, always will be,” he said, referring to how young you were when you first met. You really weren’t that young, only 14. But that had been so long ago, it felt like a lifetime.

“I might not always be your little girl who you get to show how to use a gun,” you smiled, looking at the water in your glass, “but, I’ll always be your kid. Blood or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Tim laughed, rolling his eyes at you. He didn’t want to get rid of you, and he’d kill anyone who tried to take you from the little family in the woods.

[jimmy-johns5382]

How I think the Creeps would react to the tiktok ban :)

Please ignore how short and terribly written this is, I threw it together as a random thought

Jeff:

I could see him making one of those “well since were all going to die, there’s one more secret I have to share with you…”

AND ITS SLMETHING STUPID LIKE

“I use eye drops”

no doubt was crashing out for the 12 hours it was gone

Either that, or he slept right through it

BEN

I just know

I KNOW

This bitch actually lost it

I mean it was proabaly the worst 12 hours of his undead life

It wasn’t, but he is very dramatic

Would not be caught on YouTube shorts

E.J.

Wtf is a “tiktok?”

Toby

I would imagine they slept through it

Or cried

Cried with BEN and Nina

Was very very shocked to see how short the ban was

Played a lot of roblox with Nina

Nina

My girl Nina I know was TWEAKING

Lost her mind

She needs her nightly dose of brain rot

Definitely resorted to playing roblox for 12 hours

Tim / Masky

“What is a Tiktok?” Pt. 2

Brian / Hoodie

“It’s a fun little dancing app!”

Had to explain it to Tim

Didn’t understand why all the younger people were devastated, but he was bummed when he couldn’t watch any cat videos :(

Jane

Just downloaded red note and learned a whole new language

And scrolled through Insta for a little while

Definitely did not care, she’s better than that and lowkey has her life together

[jimmy-johns5382]

Ok so a lot of people seemed to like my general Headcanons, so I’ve been cooking :)

Creepypasta General Headcanons PT. 2!

I like to think there are a few creeps who are mostly nocturnal (or at least very active at night)

EJ, BEN, Jeff, the Proxies (especially Cody), and Sally

EJ is just nocturnal in general, but you can occasionally find him up during the day

He requires very little sleep and can go several days without it

BEN just stays up, since he’s a ghost he doesn’t need sleep

Same goes for Sally, but she also enjoys staying up and stealing the TV to binge her shows

Jeff is…

Well he’s Jeff!

And the proxies, mostly for their own reasons

But I like to think that Cody stays up late because he gets so absorbed in projects

Everyone else does like to sleep tho

If you are looking for Nina, you can either find her in the kitchen or her room

While she’s social, she much prefers to hangout in either the common spaces or have sleepovers in her room

Toby lets Nina paint their nails and dye hair

Most creeps can either see in the dark, or have learned how to navigate through the manor becuz it’s dark as shit

Slender be saving on his power bill

Speaking of Slender, this bitch

This guy will call you by your first, middle, and LAST name if you forget ONE dish in the sink

Or forget to turn out a light whenever you leave your room

FORBID you leave the TV on

BEN will give you side quests!

You in need of some cash? Go to BEN, he’ll ask you to do something and give you money

Or, if you just want to do some random shit cuz ur bored

If you are just bored, then Toby and Nina and BEN and the go to

They are literally down for anything at anytime

Ok that is all for now, but I am thinking about doing some more? Idk

[jimmy-johns5382]

Hello!! Sorry if I'm late, but congratulations on graduating high school! Can I request Jeff the killer x fem reader. Where Jeff thought the reader was another weak victim but then ended up getting his butt kicked by her. Slow burn since the reader doesn't trust him. Tyy ❤️ hope you get into the colleges/university you want!!

awwwww thank you!! Everyone of y’all are really too sweet, I really appreciate you all 🥰

!Split between Headcanons and fic? I hope that’s ok? And I might do I part 2? Where he confesses ofc ofc ????

Jeff the Killer x Reader who beat his ass

Bro, he just wanted a kill

that was it

but no

jk jk, I support readers beating Jeff’s ass

he snuck in one night, hoping to get in a quick kill and steal some money

he was running a little low on money and he owed BEN some

and your apartment just happened to be there

sneaking in, Jeff could hear the tv running

there you were, sitting in the small living room with a bowl of cereal in hand

Quick and easy, slit your throat from behind and be done

but no

he approaches, you turn around and throw the bowl at him

”BITCH WHAG THE FUCK”

he’s angry, ofc

tries to kill you

Epic fail

You beat him up

Small little fic under the cut

Jeez, there was nothing good on TV. You scrolled through channels mindlessly, eventually ending up on some cheesy horror movie. You sat and ate a bowl of cereal, eyes glued to the TV. Completely unaware of the cheap Joker knock-off breaking through your front door.

Jeffrey was in desperate need of a little bit of cash. He owed BEN, who was getting impatient with Jeff about the money. So, what’s the plan? Break into a random apartment, kill a victim or two, steal the money, and pay BEN back. Simple, right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong.

Breaking in was easy enough, picking the lock and making sure to stay quiet. Jeff had done this plenty of times, he was an expert. He glanced around the little walkway, noting the shoes thrown about and keys on the table by the door. The TV caught his attention however. You were awake, which could prove an obstacle for him. Oh well, no matter.

Stalking into the apartment, Jeff grabbed his favorite knife. Quickly going to slit your throat, he was not ready for what came next. Something wet hit is face, along with small pellets? Then, a large bowl smacked him square in the forehead.

“Oh what the hell?!” He swore out, not paying attention to you running off. He looked at the ground, seeing milk and cereal everywhere. You threw a fucking bowl of cereal at him?!? What the hell?!?!

You heard him come in the moment he began to mess with your locks. Preparing the milk assault, you were ready for him. You dashed off, sprinting to your room to grab a small army knife and slip out the window. A fire escape would be easy and maybe you wouldn’t have to fight this guy head on.

Spilling into your room, you grabbed the knife sitting in your nightstand before whipping around. The man, maybe 6 feet tall, stood in the doorway, knife held tightly.

“You do not know who you’re messing with,” he threatened. Getting a good look at his face, a small chuckle left you. That pissed him off even more.

“Why do serious?” You asked, laughing. This joker knock-off really wanted to threaten you? Bitch please, you were just going to make fun of him. Not another word was spoken as he charged at you, knife held high. You dodged and ran out of the room, heading toward the front door. He yanked your hair back just as you turned the corner.

“Got anymore jokes?” His smile grew impossibly wider.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” a shadow covered your face, “I’m Batman.” You dropped your voice low, a smirk making its way to your face. You stomped on his foot, wiggling free. You took off once more, throwing open the front door. Running out the door, you jumped down the stairs and sprinted across the parking lot to your car. Finally turning around, the killer was no where in site. What the fuck?

A few hours later and the police had swept your small apartment. No trace of the killer was found, but a destroyed apartment that would take hours to clean up. The police got your statement and left, which left you alone to pick up the cereal and milk. You were angry, of course, and slightly afraid. Would he return? With a vengeance? You giggled at the word “vengeance”, remembering the Batman references you made.

A sick and twisted part of you hoped he returned.

[jimmy-johns5382]

Don’t Fuck with Dad

A platonic Tim! X Reader

T.W. : Mentions of blood and violence, reader is really tired and just needs a break, slender is kinda a bitch tbh, Jeff is a bitch, fighting, kinda angsty? Not proof read :/

Summary : Mission after mission, you’re exhausted. You haven’t had a break in weeks and you’re constantly on the go. When you finally do get a moment of peace, someone ruins it.

You open your eyes, the rising sun visible through your windows. Half asleep, you throw your arm over and slam it down on your phone, the alarm too loud. What time was it? Fuck, what day was it? You let out a loud groan, taking a few deep breaths.

You hadn’t had a break in weeks. The Slenderman giving you missions every night, not to mention the shit load of paperwork that came with it. Most of the missions had been a bitch too, difficult missions that typically took multiple proxies. Normally, you, Kate, and Cody would work as a team, but occasionally it would be changed. Sometimes you were alone, sometimes with only one partner, sometimes two. The missions you had been given recently needed multiple people, and yet here you were, slaving away.

Throwing your legs off the bed, you hissed at the cold floor. Yawning, you began the morning ritual, grabbing a hoodie off the floor and you’re phone, you made your way downstairs for coffee. Glancing at the bright screen, it was Tuesday, July 16th. No mission today, just had to finish up some paperwork. Once you were done, you made a mental plan to take a hot shower, get in the comfiest clothes you could find, and watch a comfort movie. Downstairs, Tim and Brian stood by the island, acknowledging your presence.

“Mornin’ kiddo,” Brian spoke first, “you look rough, Whatcha’ doing up so early?” “I have a shit load of paperwork today,” you groaned, shuffling toward the coffee machine.

“Ohhhhh, day off huh?” Brian smiled. He knew that you had been slammed recently, silently questioning Slender on why he was giving you so much.

“Yeah, finally,” you yawned, sitting at the island with the two. They were here long before you, they knew what it was like to have something every single damn day. It was exhausting, and you were running on such little sleep. Bags heavy under your eyes, you took a sip of the drink and sighed.

“Hey, I’ll catch you later, k? I’ve got to head out, mission two towns over. Gotta’ set up some cameras or something,” Brian said, getting up and waving as he walked away. That left just you and Tim in the kitchen.

For a little while, silence. You and Tim had an understanding, being a proxy sucked and was tiring beyond belief. But Tim had his own opinions, you were just a kid. He knew the kind of missions you had recently been on, violent missions. He knew you had killed a lot recently, and the paper work with it was insane.

“Leave your paperwork in my office, I’ll get it done,” Tim spoke, leaving no room for debate.

You looked to him, confusion ever present, “It’s my work, I can do it ya’ know?”

“I’m well aware kiddo,” and with that, silence. You didn’t ask for this, any of this. The stalking, killing, everything. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, you were at the wrong place in the wrong time. Tim didn’t know what it was, but he felt a connection to you. He was protective, he wanted the best for you, he wanted you to be happy. But most of all, he was proud of you.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” you mumbled.”

“The back to back for weeks on end is hard. It’s the least I can do for ya’,” Tim took another sip of his coffee. You nodded, getting up and making your way to your room. Passing Eyeless Jack on the way back, you smiled and waved. You and the demon actually got along really well, you spent lots of the little free time you had in the lab, learning from him. Anything from anatomy to some chemicals, you learned a lot of Jack. He waved back at you, offering a visit and teaching session later if you weren’t busy. You gave him a maybe, explaining how busy you’ve been recently. He understood, and then continued on to wherever he was going.

You made it to your room, grabbing the large stacks of paper. You felt awful giving it to Tim, but he didn’t exactly leave much room for debate. You made your way to his and Brian’s office. Walking over to Tim’s desk, the large stacks of paper on his desk ever present. Jeez, you felt terrible giving him all this.

“Just set it down,” it was Brian, standing at the door. He made his way past you and grabbed a file off his desk, “trust me. That guy would do any amount of paper work for you.”

“But he already has so much, I don’t want to just add more on,” you looked to him, a sad look in your eyes. It made his heart melt, you really hated to do this.

“Set them down and get some rest, you need it. And Tim agrees, plus he would much rather you go have fun with EJ or Nina or someone, not sit and do paperwork,” you sat the paper down, looking away from him and to a framed photo t on Tim’s desk. It was you and him, the first mission you two had together.

“Let me tell you,” Brian started, slowly making his way toward the door, “Tim would kill a man for you. He cares about you like your his own kid, so just let him take all this,” and with that, Brian made his way out. You smiled, following him out the door. You wanted to get back to your room, take a nice hot shower, and maybe go hangout with EJ. Turning a hallway, you bumped into someone.

“Hey-! Fucking, watch it!” It was Jeff, of course. Nobody else would be this loud in the morning.

“Fucking move, prick,” you mumbled, shoving your way past him. It’s not that you and Jeff didn’t get along, you just wouldn’t hang out with him at all.

“Excuse me? Want to say that again?!” Jeff’s volume rose as he grabbed you shirt and threw you against the wall.

“You stupid bitch,” glaring at him, you gathered yourself and tried to walk away. It was way too early to deal with his shit.

“Oh hell no, you aren’t fucking walking away-“ Jeff was cut off, a firm hand placed on his shoulder. He whipped around, only to find Tim standing there.

“Fuck you think you’re doing?” Tim asked, voice low.

“This little bitch started it-“ Jeff didn’t get to finish before Tim punched him square in the nose. You stood back in awe, watching the two.

“Better go see Jack, wouldn’t want to get blood everywhere,” Tim shoved Jeff in the direction of the medical lab, giving him a solid middle finger. Jeff grunted and walked off, holding his nose.

“You good?” He turned to you.

“Uhh, yeah.”

“He ever bothers you again, just come find me, ok?”

“Uhh, right, yes sir,” you looked at him, not many words forming. What the hell were you supposed to say? Oh yeah, thanks for breaking Jeff’s nose for me dad.

“Go, shower. You stink,” Tim turned and walked off. You caught a glimpse of a small smirk on his face and you smiled back. “Whatever old man.”

[jimmy-johns5382]

Hello!!! Hope you are doing well <3 if you are able to, could you do Tim wright as a father figure to a teenager around 16-18 that’s a cheerleader! And they are a flyer 📣✨

Ok this is actually really good becuz my sister does cheer and I actually know what a flyer is and all the drama and all that :)

also sorry I’ve been so inactive recently, I’ve had so much going on with graduating Highschool and trying to get all my college shit done and work and just a lot. I needed a small break from social media in general, but I’m back :))

Platonic Masky/Tim x Teen Cheerleader Reader

Imma do a headcanon style, hope that’s ok :)

Honestly, with whatever kind of teen reader and Tim, I really see a tired dad with energetic reader

two dads (Tim and Brian) with chaotic children (reader and Toby) with friends who might as well also be children

even if Jeff is an adult-

NOT THE POINT

I imagine that u are a proxy, or are at the mansion

tragic backstory shit, you used to be a really talented cheerleader, making varsity your sophomore year?

but then life happens and next thing you know your at the mansion and all the shit that comes with it

for a little while, u stop cheering and such

but when you, Toby, and Nina all become good friends, you start back up

I think that it would come up in a deep late night convo and then Toby would ask you to do stunts

you and Tim have a good relationship at this point ig? Being good friends with Toby and going on missions with them, I think you and Tim would bond in some way

And eventually, you Toby and Nina are in the front yard of the mansion, Toby has you up on their shoulders and your cheering away

And Tim watches

Tim confronts you later, asking about it

you had never been very interested in talking about your past with him

But you shared details, telling him that you not only used to cheer, but loved it

from all the cheerleading drama that went on to the joy of traveling for competitions

it’s the one part of your old life you actually miss

you start to cry a little, looking away from Tim, not letting him see you like this

you eventually just get up and walk away, the past isn’t something you can just talk about

But the next morning

a small pair of Pom poms is sitting in front of your door

you quickly snatch them up and throw them in your room, examining the gift

you just know it’s Tim

a hunch

from there, you and Tim kinda have this mutual understanding? Idk what to call it

he supports you, and watches all the stunts you toby and Nina do

and he never ask you to talk about it

supportive dad Tim!

[jimmy-johns5382]

I’d like to thank you for popping by every once in a while. It helps me cope with my artblock and skill recession after so much time spent away from the pencil. Maybe I’ll pick it up again for Creepypasta fanart one day.

You’re a positive force on this platform.

awwwwww, thank you!!! It means the most 🥰

[jimmy-johns5382]

I really like how, as a fandom, we have all decided that BEN cannot cook and has a ban from the kitchen.

[jimmy-johns5382]

Hello!! Could you do Tim wright as a father figure to a teenager who’s around 15-17. the teen recently fell in love with a boy and they started dating and now they talk about him constantly to Tim lmao and Tim sees him sometimes when he comes over.

Awwwwww this is super cute!!!

Dad Tim being Dad Tim

I think at first you would definitely keep your significant other a secret

Like I’m going to assume your some kind of killer? Being Tim’s child

So your partner probably knows, but no one you work with knows about them

And one day

Your partner asks to come over

Tim, Brian, Toby, Cody, and Kate should have all been out and about

On patrol, missions, something

So you thought “sure! why not? what could go wrong?”

You still snuck your partner into the house, through your room window

But with you believing that nobody was home, you don’t lock your door

Hours go by and you and your partner are having a great time, probably cuddling and making out

And then

Mid-make out session

Tim walks in

It’s silent for a few moments before all hell breaks loose

“EXCUSE ME? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SUCKING FACE WITH MY CHILD??????”

Tim is enraged

He kicks your partner out and you get an earful

He lectures you about eveything

How dangerous it is for you to have anyone (he doesn’t even want to know how you met or anything of that matter)

You don’t seem to care to much for his lecture and two days later, your partner is back over

This time, Tim is sitting in the living room as your partner walks in

Tim looks at him, eyes narrowing

“Hello, kid.” It’s a very stern tone and it stuns your partner into silence

“Uhhh, hi Mr. Tim”

“Go to your room.”

You both bolt to your room trying to not deal with Tim

I think from there, Tim just slowly gets used to your partner being over

It’s strange, but he doesn’t mind

They make you happy, so Tim won’t complain to terribly much

[jimmy-johns5382]

hello!! I absolutely adore your writing and I wanted to request masky/tim x reader who’s having a bad mental health day. (feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to lol <3)

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!

I didn’t know if you wanted romantic or platonic; but I took it as platonic? I had a vision for a platonic reader, I hope that’s ok :)

We All Have Bad Days

Platonic Tim / Masky x Reader

T.W. Depression, mentions of self harm, smoking, mentions of past abuse, reader had a shit life before b coming a proxy, violence

Sliding through the now open window, you carefully landed on the floor. A simple home invasion, should be a piece of cake. Slender needed some files from the mother of the family, you didn’t know what exactly they were about, but you couldn’t care. He said you could kill them if you wanted, didn’t matter if they lived as long as you weren’t caught. With the week you had, you wanted to blow off some steam.

Quietly walking through the house, you poked around and attempted to find an office. People keep files in there, right? Or maybe some kind of study. Slender hadn’t given you much information, just where the house was, who would be in it, and your objective. Finding nothing on the first floor other than the kitchen, living room, laundry, and a home gym, you started your way upstairs.

The first room on the right was an empty room, looked like a teenage boys room. Messy, posters and flags lining the walls, dirty dishes everywhere. Nobody seemed to be in the room, so you shut the door and moved on. The room across the hall was a bathroom, which you didn’t bother with. The next room on the right was exactly what you were looking for.

The office was smaller, but neat and tidy. A dark pine desk was in the corner, bookshelf above it, with a computer, notepad, pens and pencils thrown around. Three large filing cabinets sat beside it. Grinning, you opened the one closest to the desk and began looking. Slender said that you would know it when you saw it, a dirty file case that was marked “1994” in large red ink.

You guessed it was some kind of evidence of slender or another creep, it needed to be destroyed. Not finding anything in the top, you searched the rest. Coming up empty handed, you looked around the room for anything else. Opening the desk draws, through some of the books, nothing was found. Panic slowly filled you, where was it? You shot a quick text to Tim, anxiety rising as you realized that the objective wasn’t there and you couldn’t complete the mission.

You set your phone down for a moment, re-checking the desk draws. You heard the phone buzz, but a gun clocking sound made you freeze. You looked toward the door as a women stood there, a small hunting rifle pointed at you. You had a hunting knife on you, but it wouldn’t do much good against a gun. Your baseball bat was downstairs and handgun was left at the cabin. You figured you wouldn’t need it, but fate would say otherwise.

As your phone buzzed once more, the women let loose, firing at you. You swore and ducked, trying to find your bearings. She let out a cry and turned on her heels, sprinting away. You sprung up, knife in hand, and chased her down the hall, to the last room. The master bedroom was large, with a walk-in closet and large bathroom connecting to it. The women, now yelling at you in a language you weren’t familiar with, pointed the gun at you once more.

“Jeez, will you shut up?!” You yelled, lunging at her. You grabbed the gun and threw it to the side as she shot, taking your knife in the other hand and quickly slitting her throat. As you glanced around the room, a file caught your eye. Old and dusty, the number “1994” in big red in. Bingo. Curious, you opened the file.

You stopped breathing. Panic and terrible memories flooded you. It was a picture of you, standing next to your mother. This picture was taken in 1994, it was of you in a Chucky costume on Halloween. A month before your father had been caught cheating and kicked out. A month before your mother had started drinking. A month before the hell of your life started. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you wanted to just burn the picture. Not being able to go through the rest of it, you closed it with tears in your eyes, and turned back.

You stopped by the office, grabbing your phone. Tim had texted you several times, mostly asking if you had found it and if you were ok. You replied shortly “got it.” Back downstairs you grabbed the bat you had and left the house, walking back toward the mansion. Thoughts filled your head as you walked. Who was that women? How did she have that photo? How did she know you? Why would slender send you on this mission? You began to slightly cry, you just wanted an easy mission to blow off some steam after a rough week. Not be brought back to a life of abuse and suffering.

You quickly entered the mansion, bee-lining it for Slender’s office. You opened the door, not bothering to knock, and Slender’s attention snapped to you. You laid the file on his desk, nodding to him. He grabbed it, thumbing through the inside of it. He dismissed you without another word, opening the file and looking through its contents. You lingered for a moment, tempted to ask him why he had sent you on the mission. You decided against it, walking away and back to the woods. Now, the make it to the cabin without breaking down.

When you arrived, Tim was on the porch, smoking a cigarette. He looked at you, an uncertain look in his eyes.

“Mission go ok?” He raised a brow, sensing your off attitude.

“Yeah, fine,” you brushed past him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

He watched you walk inside, something telling him that something was seriously wrong. Toby was on the couch, eyes glued to some show. Brian was put on a mission with Cody and Kate, some surveillance mission. You quickly walked to your room, Toby glancing over their shoulder to catch a quick glance. They shrugged before turning their attention back to the show as Tim walked in.

You made it to your room and let out a shaky breath. You needed a hot shower, just to calm down and breathe. Making your way to the bathroom, you started the water and took off the bloodstained shirt. Scars littered your body, most were just from missions. But, you glanced to your arms. Long marks up and down your arms, you looked away and got in the shower. Once in, you broke down, your sobs being drowned out by the running water.

You were able to pull yourself together to finish showering and get out. Putting on comfy sweat pants and a oversized sweatshirt you stole from a victim, you flipped on the bed. Tear stained cheeks, you sniffled once more. Memories and thoughts flooding your mind, you felt your breath hitch as another wave of tears hit you. You began to cry again, tears soaking the pillow below you. A knock of the door snapped you out of your sob session.

“Who is it?” You shakily asked.

“Just Tim,” his gruff voice called. How long had he been there?

You opened the door, looking anywhere but his eyes. He pushed his way past you, shutting the door behind him and sitting on the bed. Seconds that felt like hours pasted as you finally looked at him. He noticed the puffy eyes, tear marks, red cheeks, and stuffy nose almost instantly.

“You ok?”

“No.”

Tim stood and walked over, pulling you into a tight hug. You stayed like that for a long while, in his arms sobbing. For fucks sake, you hated being like this. Weak in front of others, especially Tim. Eventually, you pushed away.

“My mom,” you started, “a picture of me and my mom were in that file. Before everything went to shit? When we were still happy,” you explained. Tim knew of your past and the shit-show your mother had put you through.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s fine, it’s gone now. Slender has it, out of sight out of mind.”

“How about,” Tim started to change the subject, “we head to the store yeah? We need some new food anyway.”

You looked at him a little confused but agreed anyways. Getting up, you threw on your shoes and left, Tim yelling at Toby that you were leaving. You hoped in the passenger seat of the old pick up truck as Tim started it up. The drive to the store was long and quiet.

When you arrived, you and Tim started shopping. At first, it was quiet and to a list. However, as you passed the candy isle, Tim took a turn. He grabbed some chocolate and looked at you.

“How mad do you think Brian would be if we spent a lot of money on candy?” He smirked, a small chuckle leaving him.

“Oh, he’d be very pissed, especially if we didn’t share,” you grinned, grabbing a pack of sour gummy worms.

From that point, you and Tim had eveything you actually needed, you both started to grab junk food. Chips, candy, and eventually you hit the bakery section. Cake, brownies, cookies, and more piled up in the cart as you both laughed. Brian would be so pissed, but the look on his face would be worth it. Paying, you walked out and started loading the back of the truck.

Unexpectedly, Tim grabbed you and threw you into the cart. He pushed you across the parking lot, you screaming and laughing the entire way. Putting the cart up, he pretend to leave you there, getting in and staring up the truck. You scrambled out of the cart and to the truck, yelling at him not to leave you. Both of you laughed and started your way home. It fell silent soon after, but it was comfortable.

“So, we don’t tell Brian about half of this, ok?” Tim spoke.

“Well duh,” you rolled your eyes, smiling at all the sweets.

“We deserve them, especially after this week. That mission Tuesday? We cannot let that happen again,” he explained, letting out a long breath.

“Real,” you responded, “thank you Tim.” You smiled at him.

“Of course,” he began, “listen kiddo, we all have bad days and bad weeks. It’s normal. Us proxies tend to have worse weeks than normal people,” he chuckled slightly. “But listen, it’ll be alright, ok? I know it was shit then, and sometimes it still is shit, but that’s ok. ‘Cuz after we have a shit week, we can go blow 50$ on sweets,” Tim smiled at you and you nearly lost it again.

“Thank you Tim,” you smiled back, a warm feeling spreading over your body. Although it was fucked up, you had a family. A family of murderers who lived in the forest and served a supernatural cryptid thing, but a family nonetheless. You would never trade it for the world.

[jimmy-johns5382]

to add onto the angst.. could we get some eyeless jack as a dad getting upset at his kid for doing something wrong? :O

I SWEAR YOU ARE THE SAME ANON WHO KEEPS ASKING ME FOR ANGST ISTG

Also, I’m only kinda proud of this. I’m hoping you like this, but idk how I feel

Dad Eyeless Jack Angst

Jack was keeping a snack in the basement. Some middle aged camper, you didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew is that he was loud, screaming and pleading with your father. Something about his wife? You would just turn up the music in your headphones and ignore it. Jack could dissect the man, you would just eat whatever he put in the fridge.

Being Jack’s child wasn’t easy, you were stuck in a small cabin in the woods eating humans to survive. You didn’t receive much of an education or anything, mostly teaching yourself. But when BEN, someone you had become close with, gave you a phone, you managed to learn more. However, it didn’t change one thing.

You needed human meat to survive. That was the biggest downside to being the child of one of the most feared creepypastas.

One day though, Jack had been out. Something about needed to patch up a man named Masky? Or Tim? Jack referred to him with both names, but it didn’t really matter to you. You just nodded, mostly ignoring him, and went back to texting BEN, your only real friend.

‘Jack just left’

‘Is that code for me to come over? Lmao’

‘if u want’

‘I could 😏’

‘Your stupid’

‘You’re**’

‘Fuck you’

You threw your phone down, quickly standing and walking toward the kitchen. Hunger struck you, and Jack had left a liver in the fridge. A small snack to tide you over until dinner.

As you grabbed a plate, a banging let out. Jacks newest meal was banging on the door again. You rolled your eyes and took off toward your room, food in hand. Didn’t matter to you, it wasn’t like he was going to get out anytime soon.

‘Rember that victim Jack had’

‘Which one?’

‘The one that’s in the basement rn’

‘Ohhhhhhh yeh’

‘The random dude?’

‘Yeah, bitch is banging on the door and won’t shut up’

‘Lame, go bang back’

‘Yeah, scare tf outta him’

‘No balls you won’t’

‘Come with?’

It didn’t take but two seconds for BEN to manifest in your room, a large and evil grin on his face. He motioned for you to lead the way, and the two of you made your way to the basement door. The banging had stopped, and you looked at each other.

Reading each others mind, you opened the basement door. Might as well scare the living hell out of him. You silently walked while BEN floated down the stairs, peering around the corner. The man sat there, he reeked of fear and panic. Dread and despair.

A loud bang was heard, the front door had swung open. It wouldn’t shock you if it was off it’s hinges. The man looked over to where you were and screamed, backing himself into a corner. Loud footsteps sounded above and a shadow cast over the basement door opening. You and BEN looked to the top of the stairs and Jack stood there, shadows covering most of his features.

“Shittttttttttt…” BEN swore, looking at you. You both walked up the stairs, slightly pushing past Jack. He slammed the door shut, BEN disappeared quickly, and it was just you and your father. You gave him a look as he snapped the lock shut.

“You’re home early,” you commented, only to be quickly shut up.

“Why the hell are you downstairs? What have I told you? And why was BEN here?” Jack questioned, you could feel his rage increasing.

“BEN is over here all the time, you know that. And we were bored, just wanted to scare the guy, chill out,” you explained, brushing it off as if it was nothing.

“Chill out? What if he were to have gotten out? He’s not chained up or anything!” Jack began to raise his voice and you became slightly defensive.

“Well, he didn’t. It’s fine,” you tried to reason, backing away very slowly.

“Listen, don’t go down there, you could fuck something up,” Jack turned and stormed off.

“Yeah? Like I fucked up your life,” you mumbled, turning and walking to your room. You knew Jack would have heard it, but you didn’t care enough to see his reaction. You knew he’d be angry, imagining steam coming out of his ears and his face turning cherry red. Arriving in your room, you flopped on the bed.

“Another fight?” BEN questioned, sitting on your desk.

“Yeah, and thanks for the backup out there,” you rolled your eyes. BEN jumped up and laid next to you, his own eyes looking at your ceiling.

“Sorry, never know if he’s going to explode or not. I’d rather not be present for that,” he admitted.

“Nah, I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t want to either,” you cringed at memories of Jack truly yelling at you.

“Meh, now you got me! We should go, have fun!” BEN sprung up and motioned toward your window. You smiled, walking over and opening the window. You knew Jack would be pissed, but whatever, you couldn’t care less. Like how he couldn’t care less about you. His child that fucked up his life.