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Could you draw some Kate and Bonnie from Sucker's creeped au?👀

I’ll look into it but honestly I’m not that big of a fan of drawing anymore so I can’t guarantee anything

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Hey not sure if you've done a fluffy/chubby!reader x Toby, Tim/masky, and Brian/hoodie but it seems like it could be sweet headcanons/story. Love to know your take on it!!

Of course! I’ll write short headcannons for it but it will take me a while. I’m quite busy with work atm so please don’t mind the EXTREME delays

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Hey I saw your art and was wondering if I could ask for one. But I can't find a list or anything to tell me your guidelines. - wolf Anon

Hi! I only own one of the digital art on my profile! The two most recent ones are done by shatteredankles so if that’s what you’re looking for I won’t be able to help you! So sorry

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could we get some more toby x lexi ..,....,,, i loved ur other work of them ..,,,... also twenty one is rlly cool so pls include her also tyyyy i love ur writing <3 :D

Hi!! I’m not done yet I just wanted to lyk that I’m not ignoring this or anything! I’ve been super busy dealing with some family stuff alongside balancing my full time STEM summer programme so it’s a little tough for me to write stuff. Dw tho I am working on this!

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Does Twenty One remember her parental figures?

Her only parental figures were her actual parents. Her dad was never around so she doesn’t remember him at all. She remembers her mother, very clearly but she hates him. That’s another reason she’s one of the only pastas that doesn’t mind Slenderman’s influence for the most part because it makes her lose her memory, which she doesn’t mind as long as she could forget what her mother done to her and her brother.

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Do you do oc interactions with Twenty-one?

Yes I do! I haven’t done it yet but I’d love to write some interactions! As long as I get enough info on the oc!!

I actually love the idea of ocs interacting bc that’s what Creepypasta is yk

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“What's a Fast Food Place Twenty One absolutely would NOT do?”

Hm… she’s not a fan of Pizza Hut, for no good reason either she’s never had it but refuses to try it.

She also doesn’t like Burger King for its lack of options.

Taco Bell is one you’ll rarely see her eat cause of her weak stomach.

(Idk if other countries have this but) chicken hut, she’s been told it’s too oily.

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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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Are you in the Randals Friends fandom?

Hi!! Tysm for asking no unfortunately not! I’ve seen some content on it and it seems interesting but I’ve never really had a chance or a strong desire to learn more. Is there any content you want me to create from it?

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Here’s my other oc! She doesn’t have any story or even a name yet and I made her on picrew!

And here my genshin oc!

She’s from Liyue!

She was also made from picrew and she’s a hydro five star dps!

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Do you have any other OCs? And do you pair Twenty One with anyone? ^^

Hi!!! Yes I do! I have a genshin oc lol! I tend to like to keep one main one for each fandom as it’s just easier to keep up with! Idm creating more it’s just easier to keep up with content when I have one!

Here’s another oc I had! I don’t really have any names or backstory or anything but I hope you enjoy!!

And I don’t ship her with anyone but she is free to be shipped with anyone as long as it’s legal! As long as they’re like old enough and not weird! I’d like her to to not be canonically shipped with someone so that people can ship her with whoever they see fit!!

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OMFG U DREW HER SO WELL AND THE FACT TOU DREW HER TWICE OMG IM IN LOVEEE

saw @llotuspetals want their creepypasta oc to be drawn…. hai.

it was originally supposed to be colored, BUT SHRPRISE SURPRISE.. I suck at coloring. I HOPE YOU LIKE THO I’m so nervous rn…

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IS THIS HEAT??? 🔥🔥🔥

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Some random Twenty One features I doodled at work

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Can you write an interaction between twenty one and ej :)?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! As always let me know if there’s any constructive criticism in the comments 💙.

Silent Violence Eyeless Jack x Twenty One first interaction.

Word count: 929

Tw: violence, threats, mention of blood.

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Freshly out of the training stage of a proxy, Twenty One was strolling through the woods. After a month of gruelling training every day, it was her first free day to herself. She always liked to take a walk whenever she could, it helped clear her mind from all the racing thoughts in her head.

It still felt surreal to her, only a few months ago was she still dead, and now she was alive, and worse of all, a murderer. In mere months she’s been brought back to life, killed to survive and slipped into insanity, only to be saved by a faceless man. He had a name, and while many thought he was just an urban legend, Slenderman. Though those working under him didn’t dare utter his name, not with respect at least. They would refer to him as “the operator” “the master” or simply “him.”

The Operator had taken her under his wing, training her as one of his own. Giving her the tools and skills she needs to adjust, survive and thrive in her new life. Though his static energy would cause her headaches, she’d grown accustomed to it, it was comforting to her that she was no longer alone. Not anymore, not ever again. Though the Operator was incapable of feeling human emotions, she still felt as if he cared, at least enough to save her. That must count for something right? No matter how messed up their relationship was, if she didn’t go against him, he had no reason to harm her.

She’d been rubbing her thumb against the handle of her dagger, it gave her the physical stimulation she needed. So lost in her thought she had strayed further from the mansion than she had originally intended. Normally, her heightened senses would’ve alerted her immediately, maybe it was fatigue from the last month of hard work, maybe she simply zoned out, but she didn’t seem to notice, nor did she pick up a set of eyes, or lack of, watching her. She began humming an eerie tune, mostly because her voice sounded somewhat hollow.

Her keen ears picked up the crunch of a leaf and before she could react, a thin blade was against her throat. The silver metal reflected the now setting sun, she recognised this simple blade, a scalpel. The next thing she recognised was the smell of tar. She stood still, clearly unfazed by the threat of the blade. She turned her head just enough to see a tall, black hooded man with a blue mask on, standing a foot or two away, his right hand outstretched, holding the blade at her throat.

“Name, reason.” A deep, gravely voice rung out. Judging by his unnatural height and voice, she could recognise he wasn’t a human, her best guess would be a demon. “Twenty one, just out here for a stroll” she replied casually, hoping her eyepatch and black tears would signify her status. Although he wore a mask she felt him narrow his empty eyes, clearly sceptical. She could feel the blade getting pressed against her cold skin.

Ever since her return, she didn’t have much body heat anymore, that was characteristic of a human, not a half human half spirit hybrid. The blade wasn’t pressed hard enough to draw blood, but enough for her to feel the pressure. She didn’t know what to say to get him to stop, nor did she really care. She wasn’t going to die from a single cut to her throat, especially if it was from a small blade like a scalpel.

He senses her lack of fear and frowned, who was she? Judging by her demeanour and overall vibes, she didn’t seem human. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t gut you alive.” He snarled, pushing the blade just enough to draw a few drops of blood, he was beginning to lose his patience with her.

“Because he wouldn’t be very happy if you killed his newest protégé.” She replied plainly as she pulled up her left sleeve, revealing the proxy mark burned into her shoulder. It was designed to never heal fully, and despite her healing abilities, it was still fresh looking, even though she’d been marked for a month.

Seeing the mark he lowered his blade with a sigh. He stuffed the blade back into his pocket and walked away. “Nice meeting you too asshole.” She called out in a half assed mutter as he flipped her off. Smug bastard she thought as she headed back to the mansion.

By the time she had reached the mansion the sun had set completely. Once she entered his zone, the comforting statics set back in. Pushing open the large oak doors, she was hit with the familiar scent of mould and decaying wood. Next thing she saw was Masky who greeted her by asking how she managed to cut her throat on a walk. She told him the story, keeping it short and to the point. “Oh you must’ve met EJ” she chuckled before walking away, undoubtedly going to light another cigarette outside.

EJ…that name felt familiar, she thought back to the independent pastas the Operator had mentioned to her before. He was the medical staff for him right? Then the scalpel would check out. This would also mean that if she wanted to join the medical team, which she did, she would have to work with this asshole. ‘How nice’. She thought sarcastically, letting out a sigh that sounded almost like a chuckle.

Guess she’ll be interacting with this “EJ” more.

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Someone req twenty one media PLS IM SO BORED

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yay tysm!!! could i rq some angsty lexi kills x ticci toby?? the oc is by bloody heartstrings :3 tysm again !!!

Hi!! I hope I did her justice on this piece! I also hope you don’t mind I inserted my own oc in here (dw she was only mentioned) This was longer than I intended it to be and I’m not sure if I captured their dynamic right but I hope you enjoy it and if there’s any constructive criticism anyone would like to give feel free to lmk in the comments!!

Handkerchief Ticci Toby x Lexi Kills

Tw: violence, mention of stalking, cursing.

Word count: 989

It began as a stalking mission, gather as much info on the target as possible and report to him. Simple right? That was until he put Toby and Lexi on this mission together. The two didn’t get along, this was widely known by all who worked under him. They were like fire and water, never mixing and only causing harm to the other party. Yet they were somehow constantly paired together, perhaps it was ‘cause they’d get the job done as fast as possible, anything to spend less time together, which proved to have the opposite effect they wanted.

It was no secret each pasta had their past, some would speak openly of it but most preferred it to be buried, and the majority would respect that. Not Toby or Lexi though, not when it came to each other. They were like stray cats, always at each other’s throats. Not even two hours into the mission when Lexi took a step back and accidentally stood on a dried leaf, causing a slight crackle.

Thankfully, the target was none the wiser, not even acknowledging the noise before walking away. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding but the satisfaction didn’t last long. “What the fuck w-was that?!” Toby hissed, clearly pissed.

“Clearly it was a fucking accident” she spat right back, her words laced with anger. He then began to bitch about how she ‘could’ve revealed them’ to which she only rolled her eyes. They were done for the day either way but Toby wouldn’t shut up on the way back to him.

“W-were you born yesterday?! N-no matter how long you’ve been w-working for him you still manage to f-fuck up e-every g-god damn time!” His tics would worsen when feeling any sort of intense emotion, be it joy, anger, frustration, fear or sadness. “Shut up, you’re fucking lucky your tics didn’t give us away first!” She retorts with equal amounts of venom.

Before she could add in another word he pounced on her, tackling her to the ground. His tics were a sensitive subject and she knew it. He punched her in the face, roughly, and again and again. Each punch landing square on her cheek, the skin reddening immediately upon contact. He landed one last punch on her nose with a crack before she managed to shove him off of her.

The blood from her now broken nose trickled down her face, some ending up in her mouth, leaving a bitter metallic taste on her tongue. She groans as she pushes herself off the leaf covered ground of the woods. Glaring at him before walking away, not in the mood to fight a psychopathic maniac with a broken nose.

She trudged through the woods with haste as she clutched her nose, trying to steady the bleeding. Her face stung as the cool air hit her face, she winced at the pain and kept going, what else could she do?

Toby followed behind, silent and still fuming, not feeling even an ounce of remorse. Occasionally he would mutter a “stupid idiot” or “fuck” yet it wasn’t certain if it was a tic or his actual words but she couldn’t care less about that at the moment.

Finally they reached his mansion, an old rundown wooden mansion that was somehow standing despite the weather. She pushed open the front door in frustration and went straight into the downstairs bathroom. The room was dirty and had mould growing in some corners. She twisted the tap and the cold water began leaking out of the faucet. She cupped her hand and splashed some cold water on her face.

Neither Twenty One nor EJ was here at the moment and she didn’t feel like interacting with Nurse Ann so the best she could do was clean up the dried blood on her face. After another splash on her face she brought her face back up and stared at herself in the mirror, arms outstretched on both sides of the sink, slightly panting for air. Water droplets slipped from her face and fell back into the sink. Fucking Toby with his fucking short fuse.

She grabbed a towel hanging by the mirror, she wasn’t sure of its owner but if they left it out here it’s their fault. She wiped her face dry and threw the towel back into the sink before leaving the bathroom and headed up towards her room. She knew that Toby had reported on the mission today to him so there was no need for her to do so. For this she was extremely grateful as any opportunity to not interact with him was a good one.

On the way to her room she passed by his office, and by sheer dumb luck, or lack of it, Toby had just come out. She glared at him but before she could say something, he gave her a handkerchief. It was cream in colour and already had a splatter of blood on it. She recognised it as the one hoodie had given him when he first arrived.

She swatted his hand away “Fuck you Toby. I hope he kills you” she hissed and walked away.

Once she made it to her room, she slumped into her bed and pulled her headphones over her head, blasting music to try and relax and forget about the day. What was that handkerchief about? Was it his twisted way of apologising after bashing her face in? If so then fuck him for thinking that would make up for everything, not just his actions today but him as a being. Even him being in the same room would piss her off, he was such an asshole and now he thinks a piece of fabric would make up for all of that?

She scoffs as she closed her eyes, ignoring the pain as she waited for one of the medical pastas to return.

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