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Ticci Toby

_tobycore pics idk

yayyyy

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Coffee stained confessions

_Toby x gn (eldritch) reader

- Part #1

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The rain had started at a drizzle, before turning into a pounding and relentless rhythm against the windows. The only light you had was a small desk lamp, golden rays of light casting across the room, tendrils of it bending where it hit the bed and crawled further across the messy sheets before it faded.

You were sat at the edge of it, plush blankets dipping under your weight. Your hands fiddled in front of you, fighting with Toby’s hair as you attempted to twist small braids into the wild tresses.

To say it had been a long day was a veryyyy light way to put it. For weeks, maybe nearly a month now you had felt… off. You felt disconnected from yourself.

…Fuck, even saying that doesn’t feel right. You don’t know what the hell is happening, you just don’t like it.

You think Toby has noticed. He’s already nearly always with you, but he had barged in, asking (rather worriedly, you think as you smile-) if he could hang out for a bit.

Of course you allowed it. You should’ve pushed him away. You could’ve shouted, insulted him, been mean.

Killed him.

But you didn’t. Because for some stupid, stupid reason, you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to hurt this pathetic thing, you didn’t want to hurt your friend. Despite that probably being the ultimate reason for your birth.

So now you had him sat between your legs as you practically gave him a scalp massage. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, head lolling in whatever direction you tilted it. Like a doll beneath your hands, the cutest one you’d ever had.

You drag yourself from your thoughts, finishing a half-assed braid. It would come out in a few days, you’re sure, he always fidgets with them. For now though, it looked like a cute little tail among his brunette mane of hair.

“-‘s the theory that interests me the most. Wouldn’t it be crazy if that’s really how our universe was?” Toby rattles off, voice sleepy yet still excited.

You hadn’t been paying attention, obviously. For the last two weeks now, Toby’s favorite topic was the universe. Black holes, stars, alternate universes or whatever, he was collecting all the information he could and spouting it to you.

You liked it. Usually it made the hum of constant activity, constant thoughts, constant worry quiet, and you were able to finally release the tension in your high-strung muscles.

But everything felt like it was heavy on your shoulders tonight, like a weight was pushing your legs down deeper and deeper into thick mud you couldn’t escape.

“_______?” Toby spoke softly, voice cracking ever slightly at the end of your name as a tic made his whole body twitch.

Your eyes come down to his, soft brown and tired. Yet something unfamiliar sat underneath his gaze. Something you couldn’t detect.

You smile warmly, leaning down, body hunching over itself in a way that would be uncomfortable for most.

You pause, lips centimeters away from his. He didn’t move under you, he sat still with the eagerness of a dog. He trusted you, probably thinking you were just reaching for another small band to start another braid.

You could kiss him. His chapped lips let out a small breath, casual, smelled like the soda can he had long emptied.

Friends don’t do this.

You don’t do this. You don’t have the right to do so. He was prey. You were more than him. He was nothing.

But you don’t want to think of him that way. Your heart felt like it speed up, trying to move you away from him.

Softly, so gently and carefully, you let your lips ghost over his…

“Sorry, Toby. What was that last bit?”

Coward.

You grab a band, and it’s dark green. When you uncurl, straightening your spine to sit up again, Toby has his head still in your lap, looking up at you. He’s red in the cheeks, but his face is neutral.

He looks handsome. You’ve told him that maybe once or twice before, and you love the reaction you get from it. The way his stutter worsens, his tics rising in frequency from how nervous gets at a small compliment.

…You need to stop thinking like that.

You reach down, gently moving your hand under his head, lifting it up as you settled him. Grabbing a small tuft of hair, you begin another mini braid, twisting and pulling at his head.

But his hand comes up, brushing your hands away from him. You pull them away from his wild locs, tilting your head curiously down at him. He turns around, arm settled across your leg as he looks up at you.

His brows furrow in worry. You hate it. You hate it when anything negative happens to him, why is he worrying? Should you ask?

“Cmere,” is all he says, voice barely above a whisper.

He grabs the edge of the bed, pulling himself up…

Before draping his body on top of yours.

You fall back against the bed, arms coming up to wrap around his torso. His own scarred ones come up to play with your hair, grabbing a small strand and twirling it around his finger before moving his hand further up to thread through the messy tufts, scratching at your scalp.

It’s nice.

Friends don’t do this though, do they?

Everything felt intimate with Toby lately. When he pulled you in for a hug or leaned against you as you showed him something, you felt like…

Like a person who meant something. Like you meant something to him.

You make an uncomfortable noise at the thought. So, so many thoughts tonight to torture you.

Toby turns his head, facing into the crook of your neck and jawline. His warm breath washes over the area, spreading down your cold skin in waves. His chest rises and falls against your own, a soothing balm without you even aware of it.

Slowly you inch your hands under his hoodie, feeling at the skin of his waist. Your fingers trace over old scars, the flesh soft under your touch despite its hardships.

…And his temperature is fine.

Yeah, that’s why you’re cradling him like it’s the last time you’ll touch him. Just checking on your best friend. He needs extra care, that’s all.

No other reason.

A sensation pulls you from your thoughts, and you make a small hum in the back of your throat. Toby’s lips pressed against your neck. A small sound as he pulls away from the contact, then planting another in the same spot.

Your face flushes, and you swear your heart just exploded in your chest. You yelp, sitting up and bring your arms back to rest your weight on your elbows. Toby jerks with the movement, sitting up with you. His eyes are wide with surprise as his brows furrow again, this time in confusion.

Your eyes are wide, looking at him. They dart to his lips. Fuck. You look away, averting your gaze to the blankets below you. Some were ratty, others looked brand new. Stolen from houses of victims as gifts, Toby was always bringing you something.

He clears his throat.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, still looking down at you.

You don’t want to meet his gaze.

…

He grabs your face, albeit a little roughly, turning your head up to look at him. His eyes are pretty. The warm light from the lamp catches on them, and they remind you of sun rays with how they almost look gold.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, and it takes you a second to process he’s asking you that.

What’s wrong? Where do you even start? Everything is wrong. The world is wrong. You’re wrong. This is wrong.

Something definitely went wrong just now.

Because instead of the words “Nothing, I’m fine,” slipping from your mouth in a hushed whisper, it was:

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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Oh my god I hate this but I love him and I don’t wanna write this anymore so TO BE CONTINUED! It was supposed to be done all in one go but idk how to keep a nice pace without a cliffhanger. Oh well.

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You don’t get it this is Jeff to me he’s so sad and pathetic

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GAME NIGHT

gulp...h..eyyyy....🐦‍⬛ hey.. .. ...... its been a while again..... how yall doin.....

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˗ˏˋToby Headcanons..PT2ˎˊ˗

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : this is a continuation of my first headcanons oh him. Here’s the * link* if you haven’t check it out yet, btw thanks for almost 50 likes😭😭 you guys are so sweet!! anyways enjoy of me rambling about this man again :DD🫶🏼

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🪓 . . He’s a taurus baaabies ( b-day April 28th!) .. may i add something too👉👈 i just know in the bottom of my heart my man def has sagittarius moon or any fire sign in his birth chart. SCORPIO VENUS TOO👀👀 he loves so intenselyyy. okok anyways-

🪓 . . He has so many piercings!! I can definitely say on his face he has a septum , nostril , bridge ,and a snake bite 😮‍💨. And for his ears he has industrial, lobes ( thought about stretching his lobes but is too scared lol) and conches done.

➯ went a bit crazy with his piercing bc his parents were so against him getting them done during his high school years. But now that he’s an adult he goes all out.

➯ takes great care of them too! ^^

🪓 . . wears fingerless gloves to mange with his rlly bad hand picking habit. don’t have nails bc how bad his his habits are :((.

🪓 . . Owns a lot of graphic tee’s and most of them are bands that he never heard of before lmao same🥲. Whatever shirt he’s wearing that day a creep or random ppl ask him what’s his favorite song or album is , he gets all awkward and he’s stands like an idiot like🧍.

➯ All sorts of baggy and ripped jeans as well ! Not a fan of tight clothes. Absolutely despises them.

🪓 . . has LOTS of scars that goes all the way back from his childhood.

🪓 . . Him & Tim before DID NOT get along at all. MAJOR BEEF WITH EACH OTHER 😭. whenever both of them were assigned on missions together, they ALWAYS be arguing about the littlest things.

* this is looong sorry ><i just love the idea that tim cares for toby. so bare with meee🥹🥹

➯ Mainly because tim behavior rubs toby the wrong way. It reminds him of his father in some ways and gets highly defensive whenever tim tells him what to do or criticizes him.

➯ Tim thinks toby as a ruthless teenager ( even though he clearly knows he an adult) thinks he needs to be told what to do at all times . Even though he a rough exterior or front… little does toby know he cares about toby a lot. But of course there both to stubborn as hell to tell each that 😑.

➯ until one day toby accidentally let a victim loose. when tim found out got extremely upset at toby. The yelling definitely brought Toby thoughts of his father and as a defense mechanism toby argued back . Got a bit physical but overall LOTS of yelling, brian ( the savior-) had to step in and tell them to get over it and be nice to each for once.

➯ took a WHILE for them to apologize but they did eventually. was a bit awkward but hey at least there over it :,D . Now of days they almost have a father and son relationship. sometimes when both of have free time tim will show toby how to fix up a car, how to cook on a grill , and yk bonding.

➯ brings Toby lots of nostalgia and confusion because he never was treated like this when he was younger so surely his inner child is slowly healing. When he actually thought about tim’s behavior towards him he had to sit down for bit , beer in hand ( definitely not given by tim-).

🪓 . . owns torn up converse , doc martens , and TONS of hoodies, leather jackets and winter jackets!

🪓 . . HIS ROOM!! oh good god…it’s so unorganized. mostly because his collection of clothes he picked up over the years that he borrowed TvT iykyk… never bothers to clean it. his own words not mine

Toby: “ it’s my man c-cave. my rules.”

Tim: *SIGHS*“ jesus fucking christ….. your a mess.”

🪓 . . Speaking of his room it has lots of band posters and tapestry’s!

🪓 . . Knows so much animals facts.. it’s actually scary but entertaining.he literally bring up in random ways possible. that’s toby for yea..!! :DD

🪓 . . His favorite animals consists of what’s around him in the slender forest. such deers, raccoons, fox & wolf , birds , bears and has a love for reptiles as well.

🪓 . . lol if your scared of bugs i feel sorry for you , reptiles or just any animals i have listed…he’s def the type of friend that has it cupped in his hand and shoving it in your face. Lives for your reaction. 🩷

🪓 . . a bit awkward and has a cold front when you first meet him. he likes to observe, doesn’t trust ppl easily. If he likes you slowly opens his shell and he shows his true colors such being a little shit, teasing you playful ofc, butting head with you 24/7. eeehh..but if he hates you good with that…

🪓 . . Growing up he was known for being the shy quiet kid that never speaks up for himself. He thinks about it now and really started changing meaning slowly and eventually he became more confident. like throwing sarcastic comments , knows lots of good clap backs or calling out’s if someone offended him or something. he’s changed man guys nothing like his younger self. proud of him 🥹

🪓 . . I see ppl saying that he’s the kind of friend that wants to be around you 24/7. 100% agree 👍 . yk hanging out in yours or his rooms for like smoke breaks, joining you during missions, watching tiktok’s sending them to you even though your in the same room as he is , or even just simply pure silent and just basking in each others presence.

Toby: t-t-this is so you…

Toby: * sents you a tiktok*

You: bruh wtfff

* cue him laughing his ass off

🪓 . . Going to the local drug store to grab so slushes and junk food. HE LIVES FOR THOSE HANGS OUTS. TELL ME IM WRONG.

› › › i’ll make sure to be more in depth with this one :3 so be in a look out for some platonic toby headcanons the future!!! ^^

🪓 . . Everytime someone says toby loves waffles sighs…. man i’m telling you right now an angel loses it wings ☹️ 👎. He has extended food palette than that y’all c’mon.

🪓 . . i mean it’s not the best diet… it literally just energy drinks but at least his friends look out for him and leave him take out because they know he doesn’t feel hunger like we do.

🪓 . . due to that, he has a lean built. Has a bit of a 6 pack ( you have to squint to see em ) and has muscles on his arms . He’s really proud of his arms lol. Has a bit of beard?? Scruff?? idk what’s it’s called going on too ^^ shaves ones in a while. aaaand..hehe has a happy trail situation... ANYWAYSSSS that’s for next time 😉.

🪓 . . yk how how i said he has a collection of phones he… collected *cough🪓🪓 cough*… firm believer he has playlist in each phone of them that consists of western emo music. also.. DAD ROCK .

🪓 . . his favorite weather has to be autumn because the animals around forest comes out more and he hangs out and pets all of them. likes looking at the trees and how each of the leaves are changing colors.

🪓 . . his joints pop loud real bad whenever he stretching , walking , or running . it pisses him so badly lolll.

🪓 . . loves sleeping and taking naps🫶🏼 whenever or whatever. like tree tops , his bed, closet, ect. hates mornings with passion prefers to sleep in.

🪓 . . blind on his left eye and that same eye has a permanent split eyebrow from the car crash.

🪓 . . Even though i want say he smells like vanilla or something sweet…naaah …. srry bby😔. he gotta smell like the woods , dirt, bl*od.. sometimes , or even pinewood. From time to time smells like cheap shampoo and conditioner when he remembers to shower.

🪓 . . lastly his hair.. HIS 👏HAIR 😭😭 it’s so soft…he’s rocking shaggy haircut that tim trims once in a while.

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ummmmmmmmm methinks toby would like to go anywhere with you. like he doesn’t gaf where it could be the dmv or the library idk he’s just hyped you even checked to see if he wants to tag along .

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Toby: I feel like I can be myself around you.

Y/N: You’re weird and quiet around me.

Toby: Yes.

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tobys the type of guy to say "that was so epic" after kissing you for the first time

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Uhh.. study

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SIMULATION SWARM

A brief Tim oneshot, mostly fluff. He didn't fancy himself such a greedy man. Despite this, he couldn't help but find himself stuck onto a familiar face at the coffee shop just a few moments too long.

The rough callous of his palm pressed flat against the stinging cold metal of the café door, pushing his way in. He breathed out a small puff of a sigh as he was met with the warmth, a calming relief from the winter. It seemed that no matter how many times Tim reminded himself that he didn't need a coat, he always did. As if life taunted him, the shuddering in his ribcage a joke from the world. 

It wouldn't have been the worst joke from the higher power, actually. To be frank, Tim's whole life had been nothing short of a shitshow from start to present. Whilst the other kids ran to the playground to play family and plotted to dig tunnels under the school fence gates that never did amount to anything, Tim's childhood was a blur of being milled about in cars, the hazy but drilling beeping of the hospital wards, the crunching of the forest floor beneath his feet. Pills, pills, pills. Have you taken your meds today? Why were you in the woods? You shouldn't say things like that, we'll have to pass it onto the higher-ups. Your parents will hear about this. Welcome to the newest ward! Pills, pills, pills- 

Tim often wished he could play family now. 

High school was his first taste of normalcy. He'd reached a homeostasis between sanity and his muted delusions, deemed fit enough to mix in with the rest. Sure, he arguably had a shittier time than more of the students he cared to admit, but quite frankly he didn't care about anything. Just a small dream, of a cosy life and a warm touch like he never felt before. He'd found himself a small group of friends, milling about to whatever club they fancied of him. It got easier over time, his act of mundanity. People believed it. 

You wouldn't believe the feeling, of others repeating back to you the narrative that you're normal, that there's nothing wrong with you after having been deprived of it for your existence from birth. 

Things were getting better. And then, Alex. Brian. Jay. 

The brunette seemed to flinch, as if slapped by his own subconscious for even sparing a thought for his... former associates, like an owner berating a dog for chewing up the shoes. He similarly seemed to shrink into himself, tail between his legs as he shuffled through the café floor. 

Fuck, it was so loud. He could recall the few jobs he'd managed to hold during that sweet spot in his life. A lot of noise, yelling, hot drinks spilt over his skin. At the very least, it had given him some sympathy for the poor workers bustling about at the counter. 

And then, there was you. The closest grasp he'd come to with balance. Things seemed to be falling into place - he'd secured a job, secured himself a little apartment. It wasn't the peak of life, but fuck would he take it. Normalcy, the one thing he'd craved for so long and it was finally so close he could taste it. And you seemed to be a gateway for it all, the vehicle to deliver him to the regular life he'd dreamed of. 

You weren't anything special, really. But that's what he wanted, what he craved. You had hobbies and interests, a select few you were passionate about. You studied in university and worked part-time to hopefully pay off some debt. You liked coffee and still scrunched your nose at the taste of alcohol despite friends egging you on. 

And you knew. You knew how it was, to be like him. 

After his chestnut eyes did a quick once-over, Tim shuffled into queue amongst the other coffee-hungry people. The sleep-deprived students had cleared out by now, leaving only people looking to wind down their evening with something hot. His hands twitched within his pockets, his restlessness making itself known despite the exhaustion that racked through his bones. Until, finally, he dragged himself forward to see your familiar face. 

You looked better than the last time he'd seen you, the black bags under your eyes having lessened a little. It wasn't that he worried for your health, more so that- 

"Hiya, what can I get for you?" Your friendly voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. It must've melted some parts along the way too, because he found himself suddenly dumb-struck, lips parted as he struggled to formulate his order. 

"...Uh- uh, my- t-the usual," He finally stammered out, awkwardly clearing his throat afterwards as if it would drive away the flush of embarrassment that crept to his face. It did not. 

Not that you cared, as you began to mill about. Of course you didn't. 

His hands emerged from his pockets, a crumpled 5-dollar bill in one whilst the other toyed with the zipper of his jacket idly. He blurted out before his brain had time to catch up, a sudden show of boldness. 

"...U-Uh- h-how was your day?" He coughed out. Very brave. 

"Ah, pretty good! A little busier than usual, with the winter season and all," You called back over your shoulder with a warm chuckle, "Everyone's looking to warm up." 

Tim nodded. Did he nod too hard? "Y-yeah, noticed." Fuck, why'd he say that? What was he supposed to say now- 

"Got any plans over the break? Any parties?" You had tilted your head back, warm gaze meeting his with an aura of politeness about this. 

His brain scrambled in response. He, of course, did not have any plans, let alone parties. He practically had to bite his tongue from muttering to himself "people still go to parties...?" as he paused before grumbling out. "...Uh... yeah, jus'... family and things." 

Of course, he didn't want to seem like a total loser. He was, but you didn't have to know that. 

"Great to hear. I'm just looking to wind down for a bit, maybe get some studying done." Your responses were so smooth, as if you hadn't even stumbled twice over the thought. He found himself a tad envious. Just a tad. 

There was a brief brushing of skin as he shoved the creased bill and received his drink. An americano, no milk no sugar. The bitter taste on his tongue was a comfort in its crassness, like the hot cigarette smoke filtering into his lungs like an embrace from the inside. He muttered out a quick thanks as someone quickly brushed him aside to take his place, beginning to order something that sounded elaborate. He hesitated; legs stuck in place like cement as his eyes lingered on you. He knew he was about as wanted as the stench of a drug, clinging to the wool of a teenager's sweater before they staggered home, yet he couldn't help but indulge himself a little. 

You looked at him in such a way. As if you didn't want him gone like the miasma of death. Like he wasn't an infection biting at your skin. Like there was something more to life than a hollow existence that he wallowed in, and you wouldn't mind helping him out. 

That was... a little excessive, he knew. His mind slapped himself briefly, scolding him for getting caught up in his thoughts once more. But, he couldn't help but indulge just a tad. 

Maybe, sometime soon. For now, he thought he'd just enjoy his coffee. 

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TICCI TOBY GENERAL HEADCANONS

ft. Toby Rogers

Due to the hole in his cheek, he mainly eats really quickly and tilts his head to the side without the gash.

Wanted to have been a game programmer when he was younger.

Either very particular about his food or will eat literal trash.

Doodles on himself.

Collects items and gives them to whoever he deems worthy.

This goes without saying, but a pyromaniac.

If you get given phones? He's spamming you with reels. Mostly him trying to make you laugh.

He is VERY awkward. Like, not "cutesy" shy, but "stares at you like a deer in headlights" awkward.

If there is a proxy who he particularly admires? He treats them as if they're untouchable, and he's the dirt beneath their shoe.

I might explore more on this in another post!

More wholesome note. Loves orange juice and pancakes.

Like I said, either eats really specifically or literal trash. Frequently begs Tim to drive him to IHOP or Five Guys. Loves himself some sweaty greasy food.

This is canon, but is heavily neurodivergent. Autism, ADHD, OCD, BPD, etc.

If you're kind to him though, he VERY quickly favourites you.

I've been gone for a short while, but I'm back now! Feel free to ask away.

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Masterlist

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Ticci toby - Tobias E. Rogers

Ticci toby x Listener reader (gn)

Ticci toby flufftober - cooking together (gn reader)

Ticci toby flufftober - gift giving (gn reader)

General head canons (x gn reader)

Jeff the killer - Jeffrey Woods

Jeff x fucked up reader (gn)

General Jeff head canons (x gn reader)

More soon! <3

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how would Jeff respond to a new proxy who's ALSO insanely homicidal and manic? like, just as bloodthirsty and egotistical as him?

Jeff/equally fucked up reader

_oooo this is a fun one! thanks for the request!

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A little dumbfounded when he first meets you

Don’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t THIS

You have this look in your eye and a twitch in your fingers that makes him know not to leave a weapon unattended around you

DOES NOT wanna be anywhere near you at first. Sees you/talks to you once and immediately starts to avoid you at all costs

He can’t go on like that forever though, not when it’s someone like you

Eventually you force him into a conversation, idle talk about whatever is on your mind

He’s mostly quiet, just giving a snappy response or two, but as you speak he begins to realize you two might have a bit more in common than he realized

Stalks you for a bit, trying to get a grasp on what seems so interesting about you

He might suddenly try to be friends with you, after feeling like he’s gotten to know you better “in his own way” (the obsessive stalking is just half of your relationship)

If you reject his attempts of companionship, he gets a bit pissed

Because, really, you’re rejecting him? HIM??? what delusional world do you live in where you wouldn’t want to be on his side? That’s his thoughts, at least

But if you accept, things go a lot smoother

For you two. Everyone else suffers horrendously

You’re simultaneously the worst and best duo

Mean and delusional to each other, bickering and fighting and nearly slashing each others throats open

You’ll have to be dragged away from each other to stop any(more) bloodshed

Once everything’s calmed down, you’re both too narcissistic to apologize, so you just pretend those moments don’t exist once they’re done and over with

But anyways…

When you can manage to get along, he’s decent company

Huge night owl, so he’ll come grab you once he wakes up in the evening, convincing you to join him on a quick little neighborhood genocide

Loves to watch you tear into your shared victims like they’re paper

Gets competitive, loser has to buy (or, more likely, steal) whoever gets the most kills whatever they want

Really appreciates how you don’t make everything a “drag” when it comes to his less than savory hobbies

Since you’re more than happy to kill innocents in a mass slaughter, you become his favorite partner to work with since you don’t bitch about how terrible it all is

His smile scars? You’ve seen better, you LOOK better, but sure, he looks nice with them

Tries to fuck with you and annoy you

Regrets it upon realizing you’re probably worse than him

“I can make them worse” x2

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_Sorry if this seems a little dry, especially at the end. Lots of school stuffs to do before the holidays come around. Anyways, thanks for the request! Hope it’s satisfactory :) !!

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Jeff: a lobotomy wouldn’t even affect me