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How does Twenty One interact with everyone else? Other creepypastas etc

Hi!!! Tysm for asking! Sorry it took me so long! Since you didn’t specify which ones I’ll just do a few that comes to mind! And this is how I view each pasta so it may not be accurate to the original or your version!! I also am not well informed on Tourette’s and I did a lil research on it for Toby’s section but do correct me if I’m wrong!! (I also didn’t realise how much I wrote!!)

How twenty one interacts with other pastas!!

Eyeless Jack: as you could tell in “Silent Violence” they had a hostile relationship at the start. However due to wanting to be on the medical team, they had to suck it up. At first they were both quiet, only speaking when necessary.

When they did speak, it was short, concise and lacked any real emotion. Which was, in a way, better than hostility right? So there was progress.

The moment it really changed was when she made a sarcastic comment and he let out a huff, oddly similar to a chuckle. That was when she knew he was capable of ‘feeling’ and she that one chuckle opened up the gate for her to make her dumb jokes. After a while of this, they discovered they were actually quite similar in some ways, enough to not hate each other’s guts.

Now she considers him her best friend, and although he’s never orally confirmed this, he sees her as a really close friend too. Maybe not best friend status yet, but he was just too guarded for that.

Think of them as the “best friends who hated each other before” kinda vibes. They like to fuck around with the other, joking, maybe the occasional punch, insult but they have each others back before all else. Although EJ is a pasta under Slenderman’s ruling, he’s independent for the most part!

Ticci Toby: Like most pasta’s, he was on guard around her. They had both been proxies for a while but due to his…volatile nature and her introverted personality, they hadn’t met until well into their time under him.

When they met, Toby was in a particularly sour mood. Everything that could’ve gone wrong during his mission had gone wrong. It had gotten so bad he wasn’t even mad, he was just sulking and dulling the entire mansion’s mood.

However her luck had been different, this was just after her extended stay in due to her severe injuries. She had almost healed fully and was soon able to move around freely again, and during this time she had made her now signature weapon. She had been holed up in her room for days crafting it, and she was so laser focused that she had forgotten to eat or drink. She didn’t need food or water every day so it didn’t matter anyways.

She limped her way downstairs, into the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water. She saw Toby, sitting by the kitchen table alone, dealing with a particularly difficult tic attack, probably due to the stress and frustration. “You’re Ticci Toby right?” She asked gently. “D-don’t fucking c-call me th-that.” He hissed, he was never a fan of it. Why couldn’t he just be Toby? Why did everyone had to call him a name that specifically points out parts of himself he hates. She muttered a quiet ‘ok then’ and drank the water in her glass before refilling it.

Silently she sat down across from him and slid the water to him. Normally she would’ve left, but something about him drew her in. At first he rolled his eyes and turned his head away, but her persistence wore him down. “What the f-fuck do you want?” He asks rudely, not able to keep quiet. She didn’t reply, instead she nodded towards the water she had slid him. He took it and drank it in one gulp.

At first he thought she was weird, nobody stuck around during his tics. Masky would always get annoyed at him, what did she want from him? He didn’t have much of anything that could be in the slightest way desirable. But he’s one of those that warm up quickly, soon he was a chatterbox around her. She was one of the only ones that would tolerate it anyway. She may act annoyed but she enjoys him company, a lot, and she’s protective over him in a different way to EJ. EJ is someone she’d defend with her life, in arguments or physically. But Toby, she feels more of a sisterly connection. Probably because he reminds her so much of her once dear brother. He was her whole world but she never knew what he became, or if he had even survived once she passed. Toby was her second chance, and there’s nothing that can make her let go of it ever again.

Slenderman: He doesn’t speak, he never does. He’s above speaking to lower levels of beings. He simply communicates telepathically, a lot of the..less bright pasta’s think he’s actually speaking, but the more seasoned and intelligent pasta’s know he’s communicating with them through their mind.

Their relationships was, complicated, to say the least. Sure he saved her from insanity, but only because it would benefit him. She had qualities many of the other pasta’s lacked, an above average intelligence and heightened senses that could compare to EJ, plus she would be his proxy, not an independent pasta. She was his to control, bound until eternity’s end. And she served him with full loyalty why not take advantage of it? He could play into the guardian role if it meant furthering his agenda.

Due to the way she was raised, she was taught to always pay back a debt, and what greater debt could one have than a lifeline? And what better way to pay back such debt, than a lifetime of utmost loyalty, even if it meant going against her own principles.

Masky: Masky’s an odd one. His mood swings are unpredictable. Sometimes he could flip the switch and lose his shit on you. Usually, when he’s near Slenderman, his anger flares more often, possibly due to his influence. If he’s further away from his territory, or if for some reason Slenderman loosens his grip around his proxies, Masky becomes more like Tim. He can hold a conversation, quite well for that. He’d offer a cigarette while sharing some stories. Be it a past mission or his past. She respected him, he was quite the natural leader, commanding respect.

She enjoy their time together, especially when he’s more himself. Although she does appreciate his sterner side when they are put on missions together, his no nonsense attitude really keeps the group in check and it gets the job done smoothly. Both his sides has their flaws, but they are both good in different ways.

Although she doesn’t remember this, they met before she became a proxy. When she was alone, hungry but before her manic episode. Him and hoodie were patrolling the forest, as per his request. They spotted her, a weak, frail girl wandering the forests. She smelled like rotten flesh but looked alive. Alarm bells went off in his head and immediately he cocked his gun barrel, pointing it at her head. Hoodie, seeing this, followed suit. Before any bullets could be fired, a static rang out through their heads. A static they were all to familiar with.

He clutched his head tightly, fumbling around in his pocket for his pills, his gun long forgotten on the grass in front of him. Hearing his gun drop, she ran away, like a startled prey. His voice came through their heads. “Leave her, she will be of use to me. I can sense her madness. Let it drive her to insanity.” They were told, she was his newest pet, his pawn to control, and all he needed was to play the saviour role for it to work out…

Him and hoodie were responsible for her smoking habits. It was disgusting to her but they made it less disgusting. She still wouldn’t crave it but would occasionally light one of the others were too. She liked his company, she could only hope the feeling was mutual.

Hoodie: He was more calm natured than Masky, thinking back on it now, she’s never seen him genuinely pissed. A little frustrated here and there yeah, but that’s just the occupational hazard for them.

He also talked less, when Masky was frustrated he would go on and on about what and who pissed him off (usually Toby :p) whereas Hoodie kept it more internalised. It made him generally more well liked in the mansion compared to Masky. If someone needed something from the duo, they would approach him first.

Hoodie’s love language is gifting. One time, when she was particularly stressed, her black tears flowed like a river, faster than usual. He offered her a handkerchief. It wasn’t his, he wasn’t sure where he got one but he had one. This one gesture caused her to warm up to him. Still on guard of course but..less.

Like the other pasta’s she became acquainted with the duo through him, his calm demeanour was grounding. During missions where Masky would loose his cool, he would rope him back to reality, the reality that whether they enjoyed their jobs or not, it was this or death. Due to her heightened hearing, she was really losing her patience with Masky’s outbursts, god her ears were ringing. This made her eternally grateful for Hoodie’s presence. Another plus was he made some killer food and..unexpectedly is a wonderful baker too. She finds it extremely humorous but she wasn’t complaining if it meant cake every other week. Cake was a soft spot for her..

Jeff the killer: Jeff was..interesting to her. He was loud, obnoxious and cocky. Add that to a short fuse and that made him incredibly difficult to be around most days. She finds him annoying but she doesn’t mind him too much.

Sometimes he could be funny but most of the time she couldn’t be around him for too long without losing her patience but on the rare occasion that he’s more..normal, she’s able to enjoy his company.

Jeff had a tendency to disappear for weeks. No one knows why and no one cares enough to find out, even Slenderman didn’t try to find out. He wasn’t super useful to him but it became routine to have him in the mansion, though Slenderman will admit, Jeff can be more trouble than he’s worth at times.

As fate would have it, when she first joined the mansion, he was gone. It was one of those periods of time, this time lasting three weeks. Besides the random noise, it was quiet enough for the most part, until 7am of one morning. Twenty One loved to sleep in, any chance she could, even if sleeping for too long made her feel like shit. That morning, with no reason to wake up early, she slept in.

That was until Jeff burst through the front door, bitching about something incoherent. Doing so, woke up half the mansion. Immediately there were people who were more confrontational Like LJ or Toby or Masky who started berating him. All this noise this early into the morning threw her off.

She herself didn’t give out, she didn’t know him and she also wasn’t a fan of talking in the first hour of her waking up, but this didn’t give her a good first impression of him. She just groaned and threw the pillow over her head, trying to block out all the noise. Luckily, Slenderman silenced all of them, he wasn’t a fan of noise either.

BEN drowned: She never had video games growing up, she never had games growing up full stop. No one would play tag or hide and seek with a ‘witch.’ So when she first saw BEN doing something with the tv, she was intrigued. It was so colourful and stimulating. She found herself unwilling to leave and hovered behind him. She didn’t even notice until he called out.

“Hey, you play?” his glitching voice asked “uh..” she hesitated. “Play?” BEN sniggered at her confusion. He gestured for her to sit down and she stared at him as she does so. He hands her a controller and explains the point of the game and how to use a controller.

She was like a fish out of water, somehow, she had to move her whole body to press two buttons. This was the funniest thing BEN had seen all week, nothing on the internet could even compare. He was breaking down laughing, doubled over clutching his stomach, she would glare at him and declare that she was above this silly little ‘game.’ With a huff, she pushed herself up from the couch and walked away.

Not long after she was hovering again, the bright colours and sound effects kept drawing her in, like a light to a moth. Reluctantly, she braved through his booming laughter and is now a proudly self declared ‘gamer.’ She wasn’t very good but she enjoyed it and that’s all that mattered.

(She won a game against BEN out of sheer dumb luck and she never let him forget it.)

Sometimes after long days the two would sit on the couch together, playing whatever new game BEN had gotten his hands on and although she hate to admit it, he was THE best pasta to gossip with. He was expressive and knew everything that could be known from the internet. It was always amusing to see what people say about them. The two would rate headcannons of other fellow pastas. On the odd occasion they’d have heartfelt midnight talks but those were extremely rare.

Jane the killer: Jane was another pasta who was hostile towards her. It made sense to do so with newbies, you never know how strong they are and if you get attached too quickly and they die because of a careless mistake, you carry that burden. Jane had learned the hard way to not get attached.

Once she realised that Twenty One would be sticking around, she approached her. The ratio of male to female pastas was astounding and most of the girls preferred to be on good terms with each other and Jane was no exception. However, both girls were antisocial and neither approached the other.

They became friends through Nina, who insisted that “us girls should have each others backs!” And proceeded to force the two to get along. Despite this however, Jane only started to warm up fully when the two were on a mission, Jane had been occupied with something and didn’t notice the bullet headed straight to her head. Twenty One knew calling out would do no good as Jane wouldn’t be able to register and move out of the way in time so she threw her dagger and, call it luck call it skill, it blocked the bullet, causing it to ricochet and lodging into a random wall. “You good?” She asked, still focused on locating the shooter. “Yeah.” Jane replies quietly.

She liked Jane’s silence. Of course the two would talk here and there but it was nice to have someone’s presence without them talking her head off.

They don’t talk much, at first glance they wouldn’t even seem like they’re friends. They care about each other but not enough to die for one another, if that makes sense? She’d love to get to know more about Jane but there’s just other pastas she spends more time with who aren’t as closed off as she is.

Nina the killer: she was energetic and hadn’t lost that after becoming what she is. The day Twenty One arrived, she was the first to introduce herself. Although she appreciated Nina’s enthusiasm, it caught her off guard.

Much like Jeff she could get very easily annoyed with Nina, except she was MUCH more tolerable and palatable to be around than Jeff. Nina can be persistent, not backing off until she gets a firm glare from her. Normally, Twenty One will cave and do whatever Nina wanted to do, be it a girls night, makeup, pranking the boys (which she will admit was hilarious) but sometimes, she just wasn’t in the mood.

It could be a mission gone wrong, perhaps a falling out with another pasta, or simply she just didn’t want to. Nina had grown accustomed to Twenty One saying yes, so on the rare chance she says no, she thinks that she just needs more convincing. She would push her buttons and cross over the line which was cause Twenty One to either scold her, or leave to calm down.

All in all Twenty One sees Nina as a sister that is constantly buzzing in her ear, thought she can’t say she totally hates it.

Kate the chaser: she doesn’t see Kate often. She was one of the most trusted Proxies of his and so she was always out on missions. It was like fate didn’t want them to interact. Kate tends to come in through windows rather than the main door, usually late at night.

She knows of Kate, hearing tales from other pastas but she was content with her social circle, and didn’t feel the need to increase it. She would welcome any new friendships from Kate but she’s content as is.

The same can be said about Clockwork!

Extra! Grinny cat and smile dog. She loves pets, but Lowk smile dog freaked her out at first. Although now she loves both, it was obvious she had a favourite and it was obvious it was grinny cat. More often than not you could find grinny cat resting on her lap and Twenty One slowly petting his ginger fur, not moving any other muscles.

Extra bonus! Twenty One goes through phases. It’s due to the spirit that inhabits her. It’s a three month cycle of hostility, then extreme fatigue then back to normal. During her hostile period she can get more pissed off than usual, and faster. She contains this well and doesn’t tend to lash out at others but there’s always the odd occasion, usually a pasta she’s not too familiar with that pushes her patience.

Then during the fatigue phase she can sleep upwards of 12 hours a day. She once claimed she was tired and just going to take a quick 20 minute nap. She slept for 17 hours straight and only woke up ‘cause she was thirsty :p.

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