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Fandom Creepypasta RP

"Hey Clock." Jeff said with a smile (An actual smile not just his permanent one lol.)


"I was just taking care of some kid, it took longer than I expected..."


(Sorry but I will be visiting my friend soon so I will be away for a few hours at least, I will make sure to post when I come back.)
 
"You? Taking so long to finish off a kid? Who are you and what did you do with Jeff?!" asked Clockwork, as Jeff rolled his eyes.


(( ahh, okay *forever alone... again* ))
 
"Ha ha, very funny clock."


Jeff said in a sarcastic tone.


"I mean I could of just sliced his throat when I had the chance at the restaurant, but that would have taken half the fun away, the best part is always when you see them in their beds feeling all warm and safe, but then like lightning, that secureness turns to fear... I always like to look in their eyes."


Jeff noticed that he had gone off track.


*cough* *cough*


"The boy was an unusual one, didn't go outside much, didn't even open his windows much.


So I decided to wait, unfortunately his parents were not there to find his body, but they will eventually.
 
"Sheesh, you knew that you get so sentimental about killing people?" snickered Clockwork, imagining Jeff talking passionately about the "Art of Killing" in a lecture room to students who looked terrified.
 
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Toby walked slowly and sluggishly down the staircase, rubbing his dark eyes.


"Sup' asshole..."


He stifled through a yawn. His blood stained hoodie was draped over one shoulder, as he had slept in his turtleneck.
 
Clockwork groaned. Did she seriously have to deal with this shithead now?


"Go back to sleep, Toby. I don't like it when you're awake."
 
"No." Said Clockwork, thinking of the best way she could pull out his organs. He wouldn't feel anything anyway. And maybe she could stuff it back down his throat... "But you should definitely go back to sleep. Your very presence makes my stomach churn in disgust."
 
Toby groaned, stuffing a pancake into his mouth.


"Ugh..."


He swallowed.


"Go to hell"


He stated weakly, climbing back up the stairs to his room. He would rather sleep anyway.
 
Clockwork felt so much better when Toby went back to sleep. The butterflies- ahem, the churning of disgust in her stomach made her feel a bit weak on her knees.


(( *squeals like a fangirl* Go Toby x Clockwork!!! ))
 
The whole conversation amused Jeff, from the name calling to the so called 'feelings of disgust'.


"So Clock, what have you and Toby been up to while I was away?"
 
"Oh, you know. We've been killing people, hanging with Sally..." Clockwork trailed off. "But the TV's mine, Jeffrey boy. So don't even think about it." She threatened, showing him her knife.
 

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