#ask staci

[askstaci]

Pratt. Its done. Isacc is gonna meet us at the last place I met him. Go shower and brush your teeth. there's clothes and such waiting for you in the usual place I drag you to go get clean.

@cull-the-herd

Staci's stomach flips. It's done. It's done!

He looks up at Jacob and the excitement in his eyes dims as his vision doubles. He tries to stand up, but the muscles in his legs tremble. A sharp knot twisting in the back of his shin brings him back to his knees with a sharp cry.

No.

No no no no.

Isacc is here for him! But his treacherous body has already given up. He gnashes his teeth, his vision blurring with tears as he fights to get to his feet and follow orders. His muddled thoughts narrow down to one goal: get to the fucking bathroom, even if you have to crawl.

[stacidoll]

We are gathered here today to honor Staci, who was doing the laundry and got stuck in the dryer ass out. We remember how much we all laughed at her, before we trade her to the rich boy's frat for molly and fireball.

omgggg im soooo embarrassed but maybe the rich boys will help unstick me??? are they nice to dolls?

[wawanakwagonewild]

Idk if i can also ask to gen 2 or 3 but here it goes:

To Staci and/or Beardo, what do you think you could have done to avoid being the first out?

Omg I DEFINITELY should've asked my great, great, great, great, great aunt's best friend's step-son's dog's owner for advice!! Yeah, yeah! He like invented reality TV!! Yeah oh or I could've asked my dad's friend. He hosts a little show called Survivor or something but I don't think it's very similar so.... - Staci

[Uh, upon approaching Beardo for comment he kind of just started doing his nervous beatboxing thing so... Take that how you will.] - Leo, Total Drama™ Intern

[askstaci]

Only youuuu

Can make the word seem brightttt

Only youuuuuu

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His mother's landline slips out of his hand and hangs by the twisted cord, knocking into the wall where it's mounted. Pratt very gingerly slides to the floor and presses his back to the hum of the refrigerator.

The prank phone calls are getting worse.

It started with muffled voices and distorted sounds, taunting him from the other end of the line.

But this?

The song whispers from the twirling hunk of yellowed plastic.

He imagines the person on the other end laughing at him, listening to Pratt's breathing get choppy and ragged as the edges of his vision pinken like an infected wound.

It's been six years.

They must hate him.

They must have lost someone, and seeing Pratt walk around town alive and able bodied... The guilt claws up his throat, thick and burning. Or maybe it's just bile.

"Please leave me alone! I'm sorry! Im so sorry. I did... I did what I had to do."

[askstaci]

What if Jacob likes you AND Isacc? what would you do? How would you feel?

Staci is quiet for a long time. What was that stuff he got injected with? Every time he opens his mouth, the wrong thing comes out.

And that's not all.

His skin feels too tight. Too hot.

"Umm... I think I could take them both at the same time."

He slaps his hand over his face. He wanted to say "no comment" God dammit!

[askstaci]

Jacob comes along to where Staci's being held currently, he scruffs him up without a word and drags him off, down a hall into his office space. Jacob plops Staci down in a chair facing the desk, where a bowl of stew with potatoes, some meat and carrots, is sitting, warm, with a spoon and sealed bottle of water are sat.

Jacob plops himself in his own desk chair, leaning back in it scrubbing a hand over his face deep in thought but not really paying attention to Pratt. Not really explaining why he's suddenly in his own way, offering a home cooked meal.

@cull-the-herd

"Jacob? Shit! ...What did I do?!"

He considers going dead weight and making Jacob drag him away, but he figures that would only make what's to come more painful. He goes willingly, silently mouthing Saint Michael's prayer.

Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil. May God rebuke him.

Then he's sat in front of a bowl of steaming food.

Saliva floods his mouth so fast he thinks he's going to throw up, but he doesn't move. He stares down at it like it's plated in a bear trap. It's a test.

He steals a glance up. He's surprised to find Jacob... Pretending he doesn't exist.

"Um..." He starts, bouncing his knee. "Is this, like, a last meal?"

[askstaci]

When is your birthday?

"April 4th! 199- ..."

[stacidoll]

Your cock is sooooo cute and feminine and small and pathetic 💙

see lots of hot girls think so!!!