I know I already posted this on tumblr a few days ago but I hated the last panel so I completely redid it. Anyway, Eleanor takes Liu to get a haircut idk
After leaving the Slender Mansion a month ago, Clockwork is called back to pay off the debts the thing had been collecting behind her back.
All she needs to do is commit another murder, spend a long weekened with Toby, who she hasn't spoken too since the break-up and a stay in a cheap hotel room with only one bed. It's nothing she wants to do, something only certified the longer time goes on.
-- Creepypasta fic where Natalie left the Slendermansion over killing kids, broke up with Toby as a result and then promptly gets called back to do another murder with her ex. And there's only one bed.
It's been 3 months since Liu was let out of the hospital. He lives in the suburbs with a Foster Sister who waters a fake potted plant and two parents who love her. His parents turn off the news whenever a murder is committed. Jeff is still at large and Liu misses his younger brother.
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Liu lives in a suburban home now. The parents have a fake potted plant in the living room which they let their biological child water when she remembers. Her mother pinches her cheeks, when her daughter brings out the watering can, and tells her, "You have such a green thumb." Liu never corrected her because he doesn't have enough knowledge about plants to know if she would have kept the plant alive and because the mum always looks pleased when he nods in agreement to her white lies. If it were Jeff, Liu would have grabbed him by the back of his shirt and told him if he couldn't be bothered to learn how to take care of the plant, it deserved to die. If it were Jeff, Liu would have told him it was a fake plant and to stop wasting his own time. It isn't Jeff though, it's a young girl and people aren't that harsh to young girls. It's also a suburban house with parents who care enough about interior design to own a fake potted plant. Even if it were Jeff, Liu's brotherly affections don't have a place here.
They eat around a wooden table at breakfast. Susie, Liu's younger sister now, eats cereal with a red sugar warning. Liu burns his toast and doesn't use enough butter to compensate for its bitterness. The news is on. It's familiar. Susie is chattering away about nonsense. Liu listens to her because the current drama the eight year olds at the local primary school are going through is more interesting than the weather and increased taxes on private school. There's only one thing he listens out for on the news but it's been quiet recently. He doesn't do much besides nod along as Susie talks but that's enough for her. The news channel shifts to show a fire, three dead but not because of the fire. The parents turn the news off as soon as the reporter starts talking about possible perpetrators. They stare at Liu, as if he's about to snap. When they realise he's noticed them staring, they look away immediately.
"Then Nancy changed her mind and decided she didn't want to be a witch, she wanted to be a fairy!" Susie continued.
"Why don't you focus on your cereal honey." Her Mum says. Susie does just that. The table is silent.
People at school only talk to Liu to ask him about his scars. His last name's been changed from 'Woods' to 'Wilson' so people stop asking him questions. It hasn't worked. People start friendly but once the bandage of small talk is ripped off, they pounce with the invasive questions. No ones been able to figure out why he has scars just yet but it's a matter of time. The people who want to know have a certain look about them, their eyes leer too long on his face. No one did that three months ago, before he was scarred. He gets good grades. His new teachers ask if he needs extensions, because of his trauma. Liu refuses. Everything is fine. They ask the next time they hand out homework.
His therapist, after school, asks him what he's thinking.
This is where Liu believes he starts to get weird.
He has always had a voice in his head. This itself isn't weird. The voice used to say things like 'where's Jeff?' and 'God fucking damn it Jeff, stop getting detentions it's dark by the time you're let out' and 'I'll need to make sure the knives are out of Jeff's way,' among other things. They were daily reactions to his daily life. Nothing to be concerned about. Since his throat was slit, his voice has become raspier, the voice in his head hasn't changed. It sounds childish in comparison.
His therapist says that's normal for Liu to be upset by reminders of how he's changed. When he explains what it says, his therapist calls the voice an intrusive thought. It wants him to go to Jeff. It's important he doesn't act on visiting the places he thinks Jeff is hiding out in. She tries to get the locations out of him. The voice in his head, "Don't trust her, she'll kill him." and Liu seems to lack the ability to develop a new voice to reason with it. The voice is telling the truth, even if he could dismiss it. His therapist might not make the killing shot but she'll send the police to Liu's location and they'll kill him.
The only advice of hers Liu does take is to separate the voice from himself. He calls it Sully. When Sully is too loud, he writes their thoughts in a book, blacks out any compromising information about Jeff, because Sully tells him too and Sully knows what's best for him and Jeff right now. His therapist doesn’t like that he’s still protecting Jeff. She says that “healing takes time” but Liu only has five sessions left with her. She won’t be able to help him if the compulsions to help Jeff get worse.
By the time they only have two sessions left, Sully gets wise. They know how to get under Liu’s skin, poking at insecurities he didn’t know he had before. The suburban house starts to feel like a trap. Liu’s convinced that if he touches the potted plant it will wither and die. Susie will cry and his foster mum will get mad and hit him. More than anything, Liu doesn’t want Susie to cry. It feels inevitable that his new mum will hit him when he thinks about it. He avoids touching the potted plant. It’s such a small thing to worry about compared to the whole ‘My Brother is a serial killer at large who wants me dead’ thing and how no one will talk to him at school still, isolating him from creating a larger support network. The fact Sully convinced Liu he can kill a potted plant feels minimal. Especially when he knows, rationally, that it’s plastic.
There is a duffle bag under Liu’s bed. It is packed with enough clothes to last a week and is practical for all weathers. He shoves it back under his bed and forgets about it. It’s there for a worst case scenario. His therapist asks what his idea of a worst case scenario is. Liu knows why he has the duffle bag but it wouldn’t really be a worst case scenario if he uses it. He shrugs. His therapist tells him to slowly work through unpacking it. She doesn’t tell him to get rid of it, to settle. It keeps Sully quiet until he tries to move the tinned tuna back into the cupboards. Unpacking the duffle bag is slow progress.
A serial killer comes to the sleepy middle class town. Susie’s no longer allowed to go round play dates with her friends or play down the road. Her mum tries to impose similar, but looser, restrictions on Liu. He’s not meant to be out past 4pm because it’s winter and that’s when it begins to get dark. He’s meant to come straight home from school and tell his ‘Mum’ if that changes.
Liu comes home at five pm, one night. He missed the earlier bus because his teacher asked him to stay behind - something about him coping very well and that he’s allowed to let his grades slip right now because of the circumstances. He ended up walking around thrift stores for the hour he waited for his bus. All the elderly shopkeepers gave him their honest thoughts on the clothes he tried on. None of them say anything about the serial killer or Liu’s scars. The most concern one shows is when he passes Liu the scarf he’d been eyeing the entire time. He was a dollar too short to pay for it himself. The elderly man tells him not to worry about it. He didn’t want Liu to get cold.
When he gets home, he’s quizzed about the origins of the scarf. “Now isn’t the time to be shopping.” His foster mum says, “If you were cold I could have brought you a scarf from Target on the weekend.”
“Nothing happened.”
“But something could have happened. That’s what I’m worried about.”
“I’ve been to juvie.”
“That doesn’t mean you can hold your own against you-” Her hand comes to rest across her neck, the same place Liu has a long jagged scar, “- A serial killer.”
Liu punches her in the nose, to prove he can defend himself.
“You know where Jeff is,” Sully says to Liu.
Liu nods. He does know where Jeff is. Jeff is his kid brother who eats sugary cereal right out of box and only learnt how to double knot his shoelaces last year. There’s little Liu doesn’t know about Jeff. He knew all his haunts in their old town. He knows what Jeff looks for in a haunt and there’s plenty littered about the suburbs, if you know where to look.
Liu grabs the duffle bag. He double checks nothing he needs has been removed from it. When he confirms everything is still in its place, he leaves.
His foster mum is in the bathroom, cleaning her nose and checking it isn’t broken in the mirror. His foster father is in Susie’s room, making sure she doesn’t see the rough shape her Mum’s in. Liu passes a glance at her, a stuffed rabbit sits in a circle beside a bog standard teddy bear and her dad. She laughs and her miniature tea set is light pink. She’s old enough to notice when Liu goes missing but not old enough to recognise the complexity as to why he has to leave. Her dad laughs when she spills some ‘tea’ which is actually just water. Susie will be fine. Susie doesn’t need Liu like Jeff does.
Liu shuts the door quietly and leaves his keys on the stairs.
He walks down the alleyways that everyone else rushes through. The poorer edges of the town accept him. They lead him down quiet roads until he reaches the storage centre that’s been neglected for at least months.
He knocks on the dirtiest garage that’s still functional.
“Jeff.” Liu says, knocking again after a minute again.
The door creaks open. Lit by a singular light bulb stands Jeff, in the same blood stained hoodie that he ran away. “Liu,” Jeff says, “I heard you survived, come on in.” There’s a knife on the floor beside him. Liu swallows, the scar on his neck pulses.
Liu ran away from his foster family a few months ago. He and Jeff have been on a perpetual road-trip since, trying not to get caught. Jeff plans his next big murder and Liu worries about food.
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Over the past month, Jeff and Liu had hid in the homes of their dead victims and pay by the hour motels. They moved frequently by stealing cars and on trains. Both options presented their own risks, people reported stolen cars and trains had conductors. It took one nosy person to recognise Jeff’s scars, then they recognised Jeff and then they had to race out of the state before they were caught, arrested and separated.
Liu had been awake for forty hours, after he’d been found on a train without a ticket. Jeff had been in the bathroom, a small mercy but not one Liu would hedge bets on. He’d been moving on the train and Liu stood out on his own. Someone could have seen them. So he’d pulled Jeff off at the next stop - ten stops before they’d planned. They’d hotwired an expensive car that had paid for a weekend's worth of parking and started driving.
Jeff slept in the backseat, his head resting against the window. He snored. Liu used to hate how loud Jeff snored but it was a comfort now. It was impossible to sleep at the wheel while Jeff was sleeping and impossible to sleep while Jeff was awake because he did nothing but talk.
Two hours later, Liu pulled into a motel on the side of the road. He flipped through the stolen wallet of their last victims and counted the remaining bills. It hadn’t lasted as much as Liu had hoped it would. They would still need to find food for the night and however more nights on the road. The last victims hadn’t kept many non-perishables meaning they’d been denting the rations for if they had to vanish into the woods over the past three days.
Liu climbed out of the car and wandered around the car park. He couldn’t find any camera’s or a ticket metre. It was dark with no streetlights. In the sleek black car, it was possible they wouldn’t be caught on any cameras that were around. He climbed back into the car.
“Jeff,” Liu hissed, “Jeff wake up.”
Jeff opened one eye, “What?”
“Can you wake me up when it starts getting bright?”
Jeff groaned. He shut his eyes and ignored anything else Liu said. Liu rolled his eyes. He took his scarf off and balled it up into a pillow. It made the sleep a tiny bit more restful. Liu was asleep as soon as his head hit the window.
Six hours later, the sun was high in the sky and someone was knocking on their windows. Liu immediately woke up. He turned to the back.
Jeff shrugged, “You looked like you needed the sleep.”
“Have they seen you?”
“That guy?” Jeff pointed out the window. Liu blanched. “Oh,” there was a pause,”I don’t think so, he’s been here for five minutes. Think he thinks I’m your kid.”
Liu took a short sharp breath and reached for the masks on the passenger seat. He attached it and then winded down the window.
“Sorry, I’m sick.” Liu said, gesturing towards the mask, “How can I help you?”
The man backed away, “You two have been here all night.”
Liu nodded.
“And you didn’t pay at the motel?”
“No, I was tired, passed,” he pretended to cough, “passed out in the car before I could book a room. Do we owe you any cash?” He fished out the wallet from between the seat and started to count out the few notes they had left.
Before he could finish, the man cut him off, “Is that your kid?” He pointed towards Jeff.
Liu nodded, “Little brother. I had him for a long weekend at college, give Mum and Dad a break now and then.”
“You don’t have class right now?”
“Lecturer’s sick. There’s a cold going round right now.” He pretended to cough again.
He looked across at Jeff. Jeff was staring at him with his red eyes. He didn’t blink the entire time the man stared at him, which wasn’t helping his perpetual dry eye. Liu would have to remind Jeff to take some of the eye drops they’d stolen once they left. Jeff nodded, “He ain’t lyin’”
“Look what do I owe you,”
Something in Liu’s voice must have given away how desperate he was because the man only rubbed his forehead. “Kid, you didn’t rent a room and we aren’t running low on parking. Just get home safe okay.” He said, before he turned around and headed back to the motel. Liu’s head fell against his chest. All his energy left him ,as if he hadn’t slept at all, when he knew they were in the clear. He let himself indulge in the peace for a minute. Jeff was quiet, they still had enough money to get breakfast and fill up the gas. For one minute, he let himself imagine he really was dropping his brat sibling back at Mum and Dads and had fallen asleep against the wheel.
He pulled his mask off, turned the key in the car and started driving again.
“How do you feel about stopping at the next state?”
“For real or for gas?”
“Real?”
“Sure. Reckon we could go for the suburbs? Splash out a bit and stay in a hotel?”
“Let’s see how much we have when we get there.” Liu said. They wouldn’t have enough for a hotel even if they didn’t buy anything while travelling. The only worse thing than a bored Jeff though, was an angry Jeff.
Later on, at the cheapest gas station they were gonna find, Liu spent half the budget filling the car’s tank and a quarter of their remaining cash on rich pastries for himself and Jeff, as a preemptive apology. They sat at the pump while they ate. In the wing mirror, Liu could see Jeff picking up stray flakes and licking them off his fingers. Liu’s stomach twisted as he took another bite of his plain croissant, holding his left hand below his mouth so he likewise wouldn’t lose a single crumb of food. Once they were both done, all the food eaten, Liu drove out of the gas station and continued driving.
He made sure to drive within the speed limit and took as many backroads as possible to avoid the stolen vehicle being recognised by cctv cameras. After breakfast, Liu felt more alive. He and Jeff hadn’t travelled much before. It was fun watching the world go by - another perk of staying off the main roads which were nothing but concrete upon concrete upon concrete. Jeff pressed his hand against the window as they passed a farm with animals grazing on the fields. When they continued past pig pens and horses, he shoved his entire face across the window. Liu smiled and kept one eye on traffic and the other eye watching the animals Jeff gushed about. Liu commented about one of the pigs and Jeff pulled away from the window, slouched in his seat and crossed his arms.
Jeff explained his murder plans for the next town in detail. They wouldn’t have the time to be organised so they couldn’t try and ensure their victims wouldn’t fight back or be heard. Liu thought it would be better to go after a small house in a neighbourhood filled with the elderly. They were retired and a couple of missed bingo meetings could be chalked to sickness rather than death. “No.” Jeff said in reply to Liu’s idea, “Whose going to be scared of Jeff The Killer if I only kill Grandma’s?”
“Their families?”
“But not for their own lives. It would ruin my reputation!” Then Jeff fell right back into his ramblings about how they should go after a family with a toddler - show how cruel he really could be. He was insistent on the toddler. There had to be a toddler.
“Alright, so we find a nice family home and then what if there isn’t a toddler Jeff?”
“Let me pick the house. There will be a toddler.” Liu rolled his eyes. Jeff tapped his forehead, “I’ll sense it here.” In moments like this, his exaggerated smile made him abhuman. Liu could almost believe him. Then he remembered this is his shit eating little brother.
“No, I’m serious.” Jeff continues. “Trust me.”
Liu didn’t trust Jeff as far as he could throw him, which was a distance that got shorter every year. However, letting Jeff choose and be wrong would get him to shut up. So Liu nodded, “Fine. Just this once.”
It is only natural, that Jeff, by pure dumb fucking luck, picks a house with not just a toddler, but an five year old kid who he can also kill. Liu knew this because of the boxes of baby formula that were getting close to the gone off date and the large amounts of chicken nuggets in the fridge. He is only a little jealous, he wished he could feed Jeff chicken nuggets most nights as well. They’re easy to cook and don’t get boring and don’t require trying to steal cutlery. Chicken nuggets requiring freezing though. Liu went back to the pantry and started taking all the soup and putting it in a can. He also took the bags of cereal and canned ravioli. It was rare the houses they raided had a full stock. They could live for weeks off this haul.
There was a loud scream from upstairs. Liu checked the pantry for the second time. There wasn’t any more food worth taking. The next stop would have to be upstairs. He picked the bag up and wandered up the stairs.
One of the bedroom doors was open. Jeff stood over a small bed. He turned his head and the large smile of his was splattered with blood. He looked happy but in the faint glow of the light, it was too dark to tell for sure.
Liu turned around and walked into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him. There, in the bath, trembling, was a middle aged man. His hair was balding and starting to turn grey but his face wasn’t wrinkled with age just yet. Liu rummaged through the cupboards. He found a singular tube of toothpaste - strawberry flavoured. Less than ideal but Liu and Jeff could cope.
“Please… please- don’t hur-hurt me.” The man in the bathtub blubbered. His fingers were white from how hard they were gripping the edges. Liu picked up a razor and looked over him.
It’s important, he thought, to recognise that he didn’t feel much guilt.
The house is covered by yellow police tape. Jeff is safe in the car, a two hour walk away from the crime scene, asleep. Liu walks down the street. He isn’t sure why but making sure none of the victims survive has become part of his routine. Jeff has the ritual of the murders and Liu has the ritual of watching. Four bodies are carted off in body bags. Two are small bags. One of the police officers is crying, must have kids their age. They’ve turned off the bright red and blue lights so it’s too dark for anyone else to know what’s happened.
A car speeds down the road, slows down. Liu recognises the licence plate. If he were less of a gambling man, he’d probably be afraid of how quickly the same car always came to the crime scenes. He ducks between the bushes and waits until she gets out the car.
The few years apart have been good for Jane. She’s grown and the way she holds herself demands attention. Despite being sixteen, no one else gets out of the car beside her. None of the cops question it, they never do.
Liu doesn’t stick around the crime scene after that. All four family members are dead, they have enough food to travel for a few weeks and he has to make it back to his brother before he wakes up.
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He saw it. It’s body shifting, creaking the closet as it crawled closer to Toby. Its long arm reached out, palm spread out. It had long, curly nails. It cupped Toby’s mouth, nails digging into the sides of his cheek. He tried to scream but it all got muffled around the things hand. It pushed him back, until he was pressed between the wall and the thing's body. The pressure released enough light and it was close for Toby to confirm: his monster had no face.
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What are you doing here? You already know how it ends?
OR a Ticci Toby rewrite.
HI GUYS. PLEASE GO READ MY TICCI TOBY REWRITE. ITS GOT LOTS OF LYRA-TOBY INTERACTIONS.
I do not think this is true I've never seen it anywhere but I really do like the idea that immediately after escaping the operator Tim gets into a car crash and passes it on to some random kid.
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There are a number of disgusting, racist, pedophilic FUCKS in this fandom. And nsfw blogs can see yall when you interact with their posts. By making it clear you are underage and purposefully going into nsfw tags and interacting with adult content, you are putting yourself in DANGER. ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE ALSO MENTALLY ILL. THEY WILL TRY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU!!!! IVE BEEN THROUGH IT!!!!!!
This is not me saying you cant be in the fandom or you shouldnt, Creepypasta was built on the backs of 12 yr olds bruh. Yall have GOT to protect yourselves. Id genuinely be devastated to see another young teenager be traumatized beyond repair by the evil fucks in this fandom. Please be aware and mindful of the people youre interacting with as a minor on this site. PLEASE
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