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MOOD BOARD;

TIM WRIGHT/MASKY 📹

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i think youre crazy, maybe… i will see you in the next life.

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Wanted to do some biblically accurate mh art

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CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter

The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!

Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!

PLAY HERE; works best on PC

This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!

TUTORIAL

>Click using mouse/trackpad >Go slowly to not break game >Do not use arrow or space keys

EXTRA NOTES:

>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet >In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page >If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly >I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page

EXTRA ART

some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL

Q&A

Q: Is this an x reader? A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible! Q: What's the plot? A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!

Q: Who is in the prologue? A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.

Q: When will future chapters be posted? A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc

ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO

CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)

ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...

ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad

anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.

i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T

anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom

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give him a break

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Selfish Machines (2010) - Pierce The Veil ࿐

ᵎᵎ i do not own any images they where all taken from pinterest ᵎᵎ

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I'd fuck the depression out of him

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writing fanfiction in a cafe is such a vibe. I look so studious and mysterious while I’m writing a silly little chapter about serial killers

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bcs art dump

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and people say women don’t have hobbies 🙄

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Have a drink with hoodie and masky

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Black Coffee - Tim Wright x Reader Chapter 4

      The next few days proceeded like normal. The days at work were the same mundane bullshit played on a loop. You had decided not to inform Helen on your encounter with Tim, knowing she would practically berate you and your poor common sense. It was easy to imagine her stunned face if you told her you gave a strange, disoriented man a ride at night. Regardless, you still thought about it regularly. Waitressing was so fast-paced that it was easy to get into a robotic rhythm as you tried to survive the dinner rush. But when you were closing, you found yourself hoping that maybe he'd come in for a coffee. You wondered if he found his car and was already off to the next town. Or was he still at the hotel? The thoughts were a bunch of imaginary scenarios, eventually the logical side of your brain would redirect you back to reality.

        Eventually, it had become a week since you last saw Tim. You had a glimmer of hope that he would return, but when one week turned into two, it became glaringly obvious he was gone. There goes the only sense of excitement in your life, back to living a boring life at a boring job in a boring town. On the bright side, Helen always kept you entertained and business had been exceptionally good recently. Even weekday nights were a consistent flow of cash. Paying rent on time was less of a maybe and more guaranteed. You still wasted a lot of money online shopping but that's not important. 

        After a very stressful and successful Friday night, Barty called all the staff together before it was time to leave. He was gloating about getting his tax return and insisting on taking everyone out for drinks. Seeing that this was very out of character for him, you decided to join. How could you turn down a few free rounds anyways? You had to practically beg old Helen, but she finally agreed to tag along. After agreeing on a bar, you all got into your individual cars and headed to the spot. Unsurprisingly, anxiety filled your stomach as you got closer to the bar. Getting drunk with your coworkers was uncharted territory and you weren't exactly a social butterfly. But still, that's more of a reason to go out and socialize right?

        One of the bussers, two dishwashers, three cooks, and two other waitresses joined the group at the bar. It was surprisingly nice out that night, so you all decided to overtake a few tables on the patio. The wooden picnic tables were weathered away from years of use and the natural elements, but they were still standing. Sure, they were full of splits and splinters but you just had to ignore that. Fairy lights were strung overhead from post to post, creating a nice ambience you didn't expect. You mostly chatted with the other waitresses, Helen, Cam, and Tiffany. Everyone already knew Tiffany was a blatant alcoholic so you had to bite your tongue when she was already three shots and a mixed drink in. Everybody has a vice or something right? You thought of Tim smoking his cigarettes and internally smacked yourself. When would the disarrayed man leave your thoughts? The current conversation was regarding relationships. Restaurant staff always had those few people that sleep with each other, and apparently everyone knew everyone's business but you. You were currently being filled in about how Tiffany was openly sleeping with one of the cooks and had apparently slept with Barty. That was a WTF moment.

        "But what about you, [Y/N]? Have you been seeing anyone?" Cam questioned with an eyebrow raise, leaning her arms on the table. You really did like Cam. You rarely had the same shifts as her, but she was really sweet. Sometimes she'd cover for you if you wanted to call in here or there and you'd do the same for her. She had short brown hair and bangs that were always nicely styled to frame her face. Her hazel eyes were accented by a thin frame of glasses and freckles dotted across her nose. She was only a few years older than you and seemed the most relatable in the group. All you knew of her was that she also grew up here, kept to herself, and had just informed the group of her new boyfriend.

        "No, not really. I've been enjoying being single I guess," You laughed it off. It was true, you really didn't mind being single. It was peaceful living alone and you didn't have to deal with sharing your space or a shitty partner. Helen burst out laughing. You turned to her in surprise. "What?!"

        "Come on [Y/N], you've been single since you started working! You know there's plenty of nice men in town, you seem them every week!" Helen nagged. You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. Dating in a small town was a trap and the selection of guys was embarrassing. Before you could make a comeback, Tiffany decided to speak up.

        "Kevin's always talking about you. I bet he'd go out with you sometimes," The blonde suggested in a hushed tone. You wanted to gag but kept the urge at bay. Kevin was a trashy 28 year old cook that wasn't going anywhere in life. He'd go out with anything that walked. Helen and Cam seemed to have the same thought based on their facial expressions. 

        "Yeah, I think I'll stay single for awhile," You remarked and took a sip of your drink. Luckily, the uncomfortable situation dissolved and the new topic centered on why Barty was being so generous. Everyone knew he was sitting on a stack of cash from his parents, but he was a grumbling penny pincher. Only minutes in, Barty interrupted you guys with a round of shots. You did not want to take one, but the social pressure was crippling. Before you knew it, two shots were down and you found a jello shot in your hand. Sensing the mental block coming, you met your drinking limit and refused to take another sip or shot. The group came closer together, the conversations loud and obnoxious. You were feeling ready to leave, but the buzz in your brain told you it wasn't safe.

        Cam seemed to notice your discomfort and tugged on your sleeve lightly. "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" She yelled over the commotion. You nodded graciously and stood with her, slipping away from the loud group. The other tables outside were now all occupied. You weren't too knowledgeable about the bars in your area, but you knew this one was a hot spot. Cam squeezed past the tables, leading you to the door.

        Inside the bar was even more chaotic than outside. The space was tight with thick groups of people hovering everywhere. Loud music and sport TVs blasted at the same time, scrambling with the loud voices among the crowd. Men hollered in either disappointment or glee as a touchdown was made. A quick glance to the bar showed the bartenders scrambling to survive the busy night. You followed the path Cam made, surprised at how easily she split the sea of people apart. You admired how bold and surefooted she was. She was definitely more confident than you were, weaving in between people effortlessly.

        Finally, the two of you reached the hallway that occupied the bathrooms. Cam wasted no time pushing the door inside, approaching the counter to look into the mirror. You copied her, glancing into the mirror beside her. Staring at your reflection, you were suddenly aware of how intoxicated you are. With shaky hands, you smoothed down some messy strands of hair and tucked a few pieces behind your ear. Cam sighed softly and looked over to you.

        "Do you really like working at the diner?" She questioned. You watched your eyebrows furrow at her question. You didn't know Cam too well, the question was unexpected. Leaning against the sink counter, you turned towards her.

        "Well yeah, I guess. It's easy and pays well. It's not like I have a degree or a huge passion for a career," The words you spoke were honest, but you were still wondering why she had asked. "Why?"

        "I don't know, I just wonder what I'm doing sometimes. Obviously I can't afford college, not to mention the closest one is hours away. But I don't want to be like Helen!" Her remark made you burst out laughing. It was a bit rude but extremely true.

        "Okay wait! I didn't mean it like that," Cam insisted, although she was smiling. "I just mean I don't want to live in this shitty town forever serving tables." Her words resonated with you. It was depressingly accurate and something you thought of from time to time but never spoke of. Partly because of how sad it was and also because you didn't really have many people to talk to.

        "No no I get what you mean!" You spoke quickly, assuring her you understood and agreed with her. "t's the typical small town dilemma. Nothing here to do but what else do we do?" Cam nodded, leaning back and forth on the wall behind her.

        "Yeah, exactly. Every job I've looked at pays shit. I've thought about moving, but I don't know where to," Cam admitted. Before you could respond, two drunk girls burst into the room. One was sobbing hysterically, the other drunkenly trying to soothe her. You recognized them from high school, they were a few grades above you but you remembered they were popular. They stumbled into a stall, one girl loudly falling to the ground. The words were hard to make out, but it was something about some guy. Suddenly, the atmosphere was very awkward. 

        "Uhh, should we go outside?" You suggested. Cam seemed relieved at your suggestion and eagerly took the lead. Instead of heading back to the patio, Cam surprised you by heading to the front door. She held the door open for you and waited for it to shut before starting down the sidewalk. As soon as she was off the property, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter. Huh, you didn't know she smoked. As she pulled one out of the package, she gestured it towards you and you declined. 

        "Oh no thanks, I don't smoke." Cam nodded and placed the cigarettes back in her pocket, slowing down to place the stick between her lips and light it. The heavy smoky smell was always gross to you, but you kept it to yourself. Once she was situated, the two of you began to walk silently together. The bar was located in what was considered "downtown", a circle of local shops and businesses that were all closed. There were hardly any lights to illuminate the street, but you weren't very worried. It was incredibly quiet.

        "God, that bar is too loud," She complained before taking an inhale. 

        "I know! It got insane fast! I was going crazy to be honest," You admitted.

        "So, why'd you stick around? Is it because of family?" Cam continued her questions. You frowned slightly at the sensitive topic. The relationship between you and your family was... strained. They hardly spoke to you and you never reached out. Honestly, you preferred it that way.

        "No, not really. I don't speak to them much. I just didn't have an out. I had the job at the diner in high school so when I graduated I just planned to work there until I figured it out."

        "And have you?" Cam asked. You weren't sure why Cam was getting to know you on such a personal level. It felt a bit uncomfortable and invasive, but you thought that Cam could become a good friend. She was definitely very intelligent and interesting. Figuring there was nothing to lose, you continued to entertain her.

        "No, I'm still working on it," you admitted with a sigh. Cam laughed at your response. You decided to ask her the same. "Well, what about you? Why are you still in this dingy town?"

        Cam groaned at the mention of it. "It's such a complicated mess. I was dating this guy in and out of high school. I was planning to go to college, but he wasn't going. I ended up staying to be with him thinking we'd get married. So I got comfortable, moved in with him, got a job at his family's cigar shop. And then two years later, he cheated and got some girl pregnant!" She began to ramble. The emotion in her voice told you the situation was still heavy on her mind. You couldn't help but to feel bad for her. 

        "Wow, I'm so sorry. That must've been really hard," You muttered, not really sure what to say. Cam shook her head adamantly. 

        "Oh no, it's okay. I'm sorry to get all weird and dump all that out on you," she spoke with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Things are so much better now."

        "Well that's good! How's it going with your new boyfriend?" You wondered. Cam flicked her dead cigarette behind her before answering.

        "It's.. good. He's super sweet, zero red flags. It's refreshing considering the other guys around here. Just a really good guy." Her words were genuine, but you could tell by her tone that something was bothering her.

        "But...?" You provoked her to spill. Your life was pretty uneventful romantically, you were getting pretty invested in Cam's current situation.

        "It's just weird! He doesn't have any ambitions or goals or anything. He'd be perfectly fine living here forever, never changing or doing something different. If you ask him where he wants to be in five years he just goes blank," She vented, crossing her arms defensively. You knew the type of guy she was describing automatically.

        "I hate that! I've met so many people here with the same mindset. I don't know exactly where I want to be in five years, but I know it's not here," You expressed. Cam agreed and then grew silent. You wanted to give her some honest advice, but didn't want to come across as pushy or cross a boundary. The two of you walked aimlessly for a few minutes, circling around the town square. You started to reflect on everything that just happened, dwelling significantly on one thing. Why did Cam approach you and pull you out here? Not wanting the silence to drag on any longer, you started a new conversation.

        "It really sucks we don't work the same shifts except for Fridays! Helen's nice but she isn't very... relatable. And Tiffany is a lot," You spoke. Cam cracked up at that. 

        "I can't stand Tiffany!! Sometimes I want to tell her to shut the fuck up!" Cam gushed, causing you to laugh as well. "But yeah, it does suck. We should definitely hang out though! Maybe Barty will keep doing charity bar nights," She joked. The two of you had now circled back to the bar. The group was definitely wondering where the two of you had gone, but you did not care. You really liked talking to Cam and getting to know her a bit. It'd be nice to hang out with her. The conversation you had with her was already one of the most meaningful ones you had all year. The two of you walked up the steps to the bar door. Cam rested her hands on the handle and before opening it, turned back to you.

        "Thanks for talking with me, [Y/N]."

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Black Coffee - Tim Wright x Reader Chapter 3

    "Okay, shit. Come on then. I can give you a quick ride."

        The man in front of you hesitated, staring at you in a perplexed manner. His arms were still narrowly crossed, one hand outstretched to rub his face as he thought. Most people wouldn't have given a stranger a helping hand, especially when it required driving them to a desolate location at night. The man recognized this, and perhaps he was typically a bit too prideful to accept help. But he was cornered in life, completely out of options. His lips part, a heavy sigh escaping them as he lightly drops his arms to his side in defeat. What else was he to do?

        "Yeah uh, thanks, I'd really appreciate that." You gave him a reassuring smile.

        "No worries, it won't take long at all," With that said, you turned back and started heading for the parking lot.

        Before you even fully grasped what you were getting yourself into, you briskly led him back to your car. Despite only spending a few minutes outside, you were chilled to your bones. You were eager to turn on the car's shitty heat and warm up. He wordlessly followed behind you, approaching the passenger side of the car. As you entered into your drivers seat first, you cursed under your breath at the junk you had left on the passenger seat and floorboard. Mumbling a quick apology, you awkwardly fumbled and tossed the random sweatshirt, plastic bags, and an empty water bottle into the backseat. It had been a long time since you had someone in your car, and it was easy to let things accumulate. Thankfully, he made no comment on your atrocious wreck of a car. 

        As you turned the key in the ignition, your new passenger got settled in his seat and buckled up. You shuddered before cranking the heat, praying silently it wouldn't take long to kick in. Quickly buckling up yourself, you shifted your car into drive and headed out towards the exit of the parking lot. You spent a few seconds recalling where the nearest hotel was and which backroads would lead you there the fastest. The two of you fell into a thick, tense silence that quickly began to bother you. You tried to think of anything that wasn't meticulous small talk before realizing you didn't even know the guys name. That would be a good start obviously.

        "So, what's your name?" You questioned, glancing over at the man beside you. He was bouncing his right leg neurotically, staring off ahead. When he noticed your gaze, he straightened his posture and slowed his bouncing to an easy pace. You weren't surprised he was so nervous. What would you have done if you lost your car in an unfamiliar, new place? A place in the middle of nowhere? 

        "Tim. I don't think I got yours either," His response was short but polite. You almost laughed at the strange situation you wrapped yourself into. Here you were, driving some stranger with some sort of memory loss to a hotel because he had no damn car, and you just learned his name. Tim. You weren't sure why you felt so compelled to help him, but if he was struggling this bad, you were glad you could help.

        "It's [Y/N]. Guess it's nice to actually meet you," You jokingly responded. Tim scoffed and agreed. You had a feeling if you didn't fill in the already forming gap in conversation, it would continue into a long stretch of silence. You were extremely curious on where this man had come from and where he was intending on going. Travelers don't stay in this town, and you highly doubted he had selected the dreary place as a new place to live.

        "So, Tim. Where are you from?" You eased into the topic, not wanting to bombard him with the questions that were running through your head. You'd never admit it, but this was the most exciting thing that had happened in years. Your everyday life was a bit mundane. Sure, you were comfortable and you weren't restless or eager to change how you lived, but you knew it wasn't significant. You worked to live and lived to work. 

        "Uhh, I'm actually from down South. Alabama," Tim specified. He always looked so stoic, his deep voice didn't help the matter. You wondered if he ever lightened up. You envisioned the map of America in your brain, mentally locating the state. Now he had your interest. You had never been to Alabama, and quite frankly, you didn't know much about it. 

        "Oooh, a southerner. Why are you all the way up here?" You inquired, smiling lightly. While still keeping your focus on the road, you took small glances at Tim as you conversed. It took him a few seconds to respond. He was mentally wracking up a proper response.

        "I've just been traveling. Never got to before, so," He trailed off, tapping his legs against his thigh. His vagueness felt complex, but you didn't pay much attention to it.

        "I get that. I've never left this town. Sometimes I think about getting a fresh start too," You related to his statement. Considering what he had told you, you assumed he was on a bit of a nomad journey. You tried to envision yourself packing your sacred belongings up, loading them into your car, and taking off into the unknown. Sure, you were a bit of a homebody, but having a period of traveling seemed fulfilling. 

        "Do you have a plan? Or like, an end point?" You kept the questions rolling as they naturally came to you. Tim didn't seem to mind them or be annoyed by the conversation. 

        "No, not really. Just taking it day by day I guess. I gotta get my car, then I'll figure it out again," He thought aloud. A burning curiosity struck you. How did this man lose his entire car?! Didn't he sleep in it? Was it stolen? How would he find it if he didn't know this town or where it would be?

        "Speaking of, what exactly happened? Did it get stolen?" You questioned. In such a rural town, you weren't sure who would steal a car but you also figured it could be a bit hard to find it if it had been stolen. With backroads upon backroads with branches of houses deeply set back into the woods, it would be easy for someone to tuck it out of sight.

        "I don't know," Tim admitted as he exhaled harshly. It didn't quite make sense to you. You knew the topic was clearly a sore spot, but you didn't understand. 

        "When did you lose it? Did you go out drinking? Or stay at a motel or something?" You pressed harder. How long had he been walking around, aimlessly searching? You felt a pang of sympathy for the dark haired man.

        "Look, I couldn't even tell you. I don't remember," Tim groaned and ran a hand through his hair worriedly. You frowned at his anxious demeanor. It didn't seem like he had too much fun on a drunken night and goofily misplaced the thing. This seemed a bit more serious. What were you to say or do? You definitely didn't want to keep reminding him of how fucked he was.

        "Shit, I'm really sorry. I hope you find it soon," You mustered genuinely. He thanked you quietly. The silence returned.

        Noticing the heat had been blasting for awhile now, you turned it off. Tim was in a pretty thick jacket, you hoped he wasn't sweltering underneath it. You were already on the verge of sweating. The hotel was about fifteen minutes away now. It was conveniently located right next to the only highway that led you out of the town, and the only other buildings in that area were gas stations and run down convenience stores. Where you two were, you were still surrounded by a thick shroud of trees. With no street lights, you relied on your bright high beams and were thankful you invested in LED bulbs. Fearful of a deer straying into the road, you kept your wary gaze on the tree line. Your eyes were practically trained to spot the yellow eyes that reflected your car's lights in the dark. Sometimes that was the only warning you'd get. As you drove, you'd occasionally pass by small roads that led to neighborhoods and individual cabins would hug the roadsides. Seeing these signs of civilization were comforting. It was always a bit creepy driving out here at night.

        Reflecting on the conversation, you felt a bit guilty. You didn't want him to have to continue sitting there, worrying about his current situation. And you especially didn't want his memory of the car ride to be of you pestering him. In social settings, you were always able to make a snarky comment or funny expression to lighten the mood. Now, you were determined to elevate the sour mood and make him smile.

        "You really only drink coffee black?" You snickered in a joking form of judgement, "I don't know how you drink something so bitter and disgusting." Tim glanced at you and scoffed.

        "Yeah and let me guess, you fill half your mug with cream and sugar," His assumption was dead on. You grinned and pretended to take immediate offense.

"Yes! It needs flavor! What's wrong with that?" You snapped back. 

"It's a disgrace to coffee!" Tim insisted, "It's not even coffee at that point!"

        "You're a disgrace to coffee!" You rebuked quickly, not able to form a proper comeback. A small chuckle came from Tim.

        "What?!" He laughed. Sure, it was from a mix of confusion at your statement and humor, but you made him laugh. Looking over, you internally beamed. He was smiling softly, slowly and calmly tapping his fingers against his leg now. You focused on him, taking in the faint smell of cigarettes and studying his features. His messy dark hair was swept over to the opposite side, revealing more of his face to you. His eyes squinted naturally as he smiled. Tim turned his head and met your gaze, which only made you laugh in return. You forced your attention back on the road, laughter fading into a smile.

        Now that the tenseness of the situation had gone, you felt a bit more at ease and hoped Tim did too. While the thought hadn't struck you before, you recognized how attractive Tim was. His messy hair seemed intentional and his sideburns seemed to frame his face perfectly. Reminding yourself you'd probably never see the man again, you quickly erased the thought.

        "Sorry, sorry. That was terrible, I know," You sighed. "But seriously. Don't order that shit at my diner again." The two of you continued in light conversation for a few minutes, touching over important topics like whether a hotdog was considered a sandwich or if pineapple belonged on pizza. Tim was quick to think and come up with a witty comeback. The two of you disagreed on each topic, but you were just glad to have a bit of normalcy even if it was silly. Before you knew it, the darky windy road turned into a straight two-laned road. Street lights and stop lights replaced stop signs and deer caution signs. You were minutes away from your destination now.

        As you pulled into the hotel, you parked directly in the front on the left side of the parking lot and leaned back in your seat with a sigh. The drive had taken you twenty-five minutes and in the opposite direction of your apartment. You were going to be absolutely exhausted by the time you got home, considering it would be past midnight. Regardless, you were glad you had helped Tim out, and you were relieved he turned out to not be a serial killer. You stared at the bright fluorescent sign before turning your head to face your passenger.

        "Well, thanks for the ride [Y/N]," Tim uttered as he unbuckled his seatbelt. You shot him a warm smile.

        "Of course, be safe out there. I hope you find your car and get out of this shitty town," You wished. He groaned at the reminder as he reached for the door handle.

        "I'll be back at it tomorrow." Tim stepped out of the car into the cold night. You almost let him go without another word, but at the last second spoke up.

        "And hey - if you ever need a coffee, you know where to find me." Tim locked eyes with you, smiling ever so faintly. 

        "Thanks, I'll remember that. Have a good night." With that, the door was shut. You waited for a second, watching as he disappeared into the lobby of the hotel. Pulling yourself back to your normal life once again, you pulled out of the parking lot and began to head home in silence. You felt a bit sad that the car ride had gone so fast. You enjoyed going back and forth with Tim on the silly trivial matters. It was probably just because he brought something new and exciting to your night, but you'd miss the odd man. Forcing yourself to stay alert, you drove as fast as you could home. You were ready to collapse in your bed and fall into a deep sleep. Luckily, the drive home flew by.

It wasn't until you had trudged into the front door of your apartment that you realized you never threw the trash bags into the dumpster.

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Black Coffee - Tim Wright x Reader Chapter 2

  The next day was as insignificant as all the others. You slept in late, nestled comfortably in your mountain of blankets and pillows. Living alone in your tiny apartment provided you the ease of not being woken up by a noisy roommate or family member. When you naturally woke, it was almost noon, but you were very well rested. The rain had ceased overnight, leaving a dreary sky full of waves of dark gray clouds. Deciding to be lazy, you wasted some time in your bed thinking and scrolling through your phone. You got engaged in the horrors of the world through the news, cheered yourself up with some memes, and checked on your favorite content creators. When enough time was spent, you forced yourself out of the warmth of your bed, instantly regretting your choice. You knew a hot shower would start the day off right.

        After you got a warm shower and a nice breakfast of toast and your favorite fruit, you picked up a novel you had been meaning to finish and got sucked in. Before you knew it, it was about time to head to work. It was a Wednesday night, so you didn't expect it to be busy. It would be steady and consistent at best. You took the extra time you had that day to style your hair nicely, rub lotion onto your skin, and prepare a cup of coffee for the car ride. As much as you loathed your little town at times, it was insanely peaceful to drive through the wooded areas to downtown. On a gloomy day like this, the trees loomed up into the sky, dark tendrils reaching in every which way. It was an eerie type of peaceful. Your work shift started at 4:00 PM. This early into the shift, you worked alongside another server, Helen. She was an older lady who had worked there since Barty was in his 20s. Talk about a long term career for the both of them.

        Helen was very nurturing and loved being a waitress. She knew everyone in town and recognized a new face as soon as they walked in. But, she was bittersweet. She was as tough as she was caring. No one undermined, talked over, or badmouthed Helen. You found out pretty fast she'll chew you the fuck out pretty fast. She hated working with new highschool employees, scorning that they had no work ethic or respect. When you first got the job out of high school, you were pretty intimidated by her demeanor. Pretty fast, she grew to like you and now you two worked in unison. When it was slow, she'd inform you of all the new gossip and share stories of what the town was like when she was your age. By 8:30 PM every night, she would clock out and head home, leaving you to close with Barty.

        As predicted, it was a steady paced Wednesday night. You always had at least a couple tables, mostly regulars and older folks. Helen gossiped about how the couple from the Reese family was ending their twenty year marriage after the husband had an affair with a younger woman. You wondered how Helen knew everything about everyone, but didn't dare ask. You never had much to contribute to your conversations but your ears, but today you told her about the young man you encountered last night.

        "He said what? What does that even mean? Boy, you outta tell him you might be the only one working but you'll be the first to kick his ass out!" Helen scoffed, "What did you say he looked like again?" You laughed at her remark and explained in as much detail as you could. However, guy with dark brown hair and eyes, sideburns, beige jacket and jeans doesn't really pinpoint anyone for sure. You promised her if he ever came in again you'd point him out.

        Sure enough, Helen was gone at 8:30 PM sharp, leaving you to run the front until 11:00 PM. Things stayed consistently steady and there was enough to keep you busy until around 9:45 PM. Then, customers slowly filtered out the doors. You stayed busy cleaning up and doing your sidework, tending to the occasional table or two. By 10:20 PM, it was entirely empty, and the waiting game for 11:00 PM began. When boredom struck, you slid to the back to swap some banter with Barty, jokingly talking smack for awhile. To your surprise, you were interrupted from the ring of the store's front bell. You exchanged an annoyed glance with Barty before heading out to tend to the customer.

        To your surprise, it was the same man as last night. He was in the same beige jacket and his hair was still ruffled and messy, but he wasn't soaking wet this time. It took you a second after he sat down at the same first bar stool before you approached him.

        "You here for another black coffee?" You inquired, offering a smile. He glanced at you with a serious and perplexed look, brows slightly furrowed, and hesitated before he answered. Did he always look this lost and confused?

        "Uhhh yeah, actually," he said in a flat but questioning tone.

        "You got it," You assured as cheerily as you could in the awkward interaction. Just like last night, you got started on another fresh pot and presented him with a hot cup of coffee. He uttered a quiet thanks and pulled it close to him. You left him to enjoy his coffee. He didn't seem like the talking type, and you weren't too interested in conversation either. You wondered if he himself would become a regular, coming in every night for the same cup of coffee. It wouldn't surprise you. There were elderly men who came in to order the same breakfast every morning, falling into the comfort of their routine. When you returned to refill his cup, you decided to ask.

        "So, should I have a pot ready for you again tomorrow?" You questioned as you stopped pouring and drew the pot back.

        "What?" He narrowed his eyes with his response. You felt slightly embarrassed. Did he really not get what you meant? Baffled, the two of you stared at each other for awhile before you found the right words to respond with.

        "Oh, sorry? I was just asking since you got the same thing as you did yesterday," It felt odd explaining, but you weren't sure what else to say. He stared at you blankly for a second before he cleared his throat and shook his head.

        "Right, right. Uh, no, I don't think so. I should get going in the morning," He clarified, "But uh, thanks. For the coffee." He tipped the cup to you, and then raised it back down. Okay, this was officially one of the weirdest encounters you've ever had with a customer.

        "Yeah, of course," You were grateful to scurry back to the server station where you were hidden from his sight to replay the conversation in your head. First he seemed confused that you remembered he got a black coffee, then he seemed confused you asked if he'd come back tomorrow. Maybe you were the one being a little weird by making assumptions? By the time you shrugged it off and got the courage to head back over, he was already gone. And just like the previous night, there was seven bucks slid under the empty mug.

        You considered telling Barty what had happened but you knew what his response would be. He'd gruff at you condescendingly and tell you not to worry so much about a random conversation with a random dude. If he was feeling zesty, he'd ask you why he should give a fuck. Yeah, that reassured you enough to keep it to yourself. At least Helen would get a kick out of it tomorrow. Like clockwork, you walked out with Barty and said your farewells. As you got in your car, you glanced over at the dumpster that was to the left of the backdoor in a little wooden fenced area and noticed you had left the trash bags right outside of it when it was busy. Sighing at your own incompetence, you opened your car door and headed over to dispose of the bags. If you didn't, you knew Barty would come in the morning to ripped up bags and trash scattered everywhere from raccoons. You didn't want to deal with a pissed off douchebag.

        Thankfully, you had brought your jacket this time, but you still wrapped your arms tightly around yourself as you walked briskly towards the last chore of the night. As you got closer, you noticed a distinct smell and almost stopped walking. The strong smell of cigarettes overwhelmed your nostrils. Who the hell was smoking over here? You peered into the fenced area where the dumpster was, but there was nothing there. No, that wasn't right. You knew you smelled it. The hazy smoke smell was burnt into your nose now. You backed out of the space and circled around the fence, and just on the other side you spotted your culprit in the dark. They were leaning against the wooden fence, staring at the treeline in front of them with their arms crossed against their chest as they smoked. Common sense told you not to approach the random stranger smoking behind your workplace in the middle of the night, but you were curious. There weren't any other businesses around. It really made no sense for someone to be loitering between the woods and a fence.

        You stopped when you were about eight feet away to keep a comfortable distance. "Hey! You alright?" You called out bravely in an even tone. The person jolted slightly, and whipped around. It was the same damn black coffee guy! Now you knew something had to be up. He had to have been out here chain smoking for at least twenty minutes. You weren't sure whether you should take a step forwards or backwards. Thinking of the worst case scenario, you gripped your car keys tightly in your hand... just in case.

        The man reacted first. He took one more long draw of his cigarette and turned his head to blow the smoke away. Then, he flicked it onto the asphalt and dragged his foot across it. With his hands in his jacket pockets, he closed the distance until there was only a few feet in between the two of you. You kept your defensive stance, waiting for him to speak.

        "Hey, what time was I here last night?" His question, although odd, sounded genuine. You studied his face and this time, his eyes seemed dilated, he seemed paler, and you noticed him trembling slightly. You jokingly hoped he wasn't on drugs in your head.

        "Uh, about 10:20? Pretty much the same time as tonight. Why?" You countered. Although you knew you were in a shady predicament, you oddly didn't feel the urge to run or create distance now that he was talking. Perhaps you were crazy, but the guy truly seemed bothered and not dangerous.

        "I just.. couldn't remember exactly. Just wanted to make sure," He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, but you knew not to push it. He drew his arms out of his pockets and folded them back against his chest.

        "Yeah, that's when the rain really picked up. You must really like diner coffee to walk in the rain for it," You joked, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't seem to get it, he just deadpanned. You almost wanted to laugh at his expression.

        "I walked?" He questioned in surprise, Now you really had no idea what to say. You seriously wondered if he had a head injury... or if he was on drugs.

        "Yeah? I mean didn't you walk again today? There's no cars in the parking lot," You felt slightly rude for the statement, but what else were you to say?

        "Look, I don't know where my car is. I've been trying to find it all day. Now I'm just looking for a hotel or something," He sounded exasperated. Shit, the guy really was in trouble. Once again at a loss for words, you frowned as you tried to think of where the nearest hotel was. You knew there were two in your town at least, but they were both miles away.

        "Are you from here? I can give you directions to a hotel if maybe a friend could pick you up or something? You'd be walking all night." You suggested, although it was a bit of a silly question considering he lost his whole car. You'd recommend an uber, but you knew from experience that no one ubers in the area this late at night. With everything so spread apart, everybody had a vehicle, and there was also nowhere to go in a town like this.  

        He gripped his arms tightly and shook his head. "No, I've never been here before. I don't know anyone here. I don't even have my phone. It must be in my car," he sighed. You felt a pang of sympathy for this stranger. Hundreds of hours spent reading and watching true crime flew through your mind as you debated how you could help him. Should you bid him goodluck and head home to the comfort of your apartment? Or should you offer him a ride? You inhaled sharply as you made a quick decision.

        "Okay, shit. Come on then. I can give you a quick ride."

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