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Chapter 16

"Right now?" Jack raised a brow behind his mask in pointless emphasis. Jeff snorted and rolled his eyes, that's what he said, isn't it? "Yeah, Come on, let's just go," Jeff leaned back in his chair. Jack mulled it over. A night out wouldn't be so bad... heck, he used to go out once a month; it was you, who was changing his schedule. But you were also busy sorting out a shatter psyche, so he had the time. Why not?

"Fine, whatever," he let his head fall back onto the cushion of his couch that he was currently sprawled over. "Who all are going?" he asked as he pulled off his blue mask and turned it to observe the damage it had sustained from his little outburst. Jeff paused a brief moment in picking sandwich bread out his teeth to shrug. "Shit, I don't know...I heard Jackass the clown and robot boy have been in town, so maybe we'll run into them, who cares? If they show up, they do, and if they don't, fuck them." Jack nodded in agreement, that was true.

Jeff stood to his feet and put his plate in the sink. "Plus it's Halloween, it's the only time we can say 'fuck all' to everybody and not have to get stupid ass cramps in our necks from keeping our heads down low enough for people not to notice any of our 'wonderful' features" Jeff walked towards his room, hopefully to place his white hoodie back over his black tank top as it was to be rather chilly that night.

It was Halloween and this was a creepy pasta's favorite holiday. For obvious reasons.

Little known fact, it was also Jack's birthday, so he and the creepy fellas liked to do what some humans would equate with "hanging out" and "celebrating" for the event. So here he was, entering his quarters, barely acknowledging you and your senseless murmurs of confusion and denial, save for the grin that briefly sprouted about his lips. He opened his wardrobe to pick an article of clothing. He didn't want wear his normal attire, but also not something too casual as it would rouse the suspicion of nosy flesh buckets, but not something too grandiose to the point it would beckon to much attention of a different degree.

What to wear...

~x~

Jeff hadn't brought much and wasn't, for sure, ashamed of his body. So he said 'fuck the police' and changed into some black sweats, and damned his hoodie to his messy bed and that's all he wished to wear. So what it was chilly? Jeff had thick blood. Or at least he earned thicker blood.... He used to hate the fucking cold. Brrr...

ANYWAY! Jeff stood outside and pulled some padded, black, finger-less gloves onto his strong palms before locking the Velcro into place with a soft hiss. It didn't take long for Jack to join the black haired male. He hadn't chosen anything out of the ordinary, a black turtle neck with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, black jeans and boots. Simple. But one thing made Jeff look at him funny, "Why are you still wearing your mask?" Jack shrugged, and a dark grey nail traced the crack in it, "To remind myself to get something to fix it," he said, his voice growing clearer when he turned the face piece to rest in the side of his head, his eyes till blocked by the band, or, err, where his eyes should be.

"Whatever," Jeff took off into the dying vegetation. Jack reeled back as if asking the air around him, 'Who does he think he's leaving?' a twitch of the muscles was all it took for Jack to be but a foot behind the killer, Jeff peered over his shoulder at him, his dull expression had blossomed to an excited countenance of competition.

And like that, the two were racing, dirtily, too. There were no rules as they snarled, shoved, and tripped each other to get to the city first. All for the ability to say, "I beat you" at the end.

~x~

"Don't be a lying bitch! I beat you fair and square" Jeff barked, throwing a stubborn door to a restaurant open. A scoff followed after him, "You wish," was all Jack said in return, steadfast in the sureness of his victory. "Excuse me? Is it just the two of you?" a pleasant hostess, forced to wear a witch's attire, interrupted. They turned to her. "Yes," Jack answered cleanly, "Nope" Jeff countered, seemingly out of spite. At the confused look that crowded the woman's face, Jack chose to ignore him and clarify.

"Yes,"

"No,"

"Fuck you, Jeff,"

"Nah, but you may be able to fuck that clown and walking Game Boy in the window; I heard they're a real riot." Jack 'looked' over to the window and the ever familiar sight of second Jack waving nonchalantly and BEN, busy on his phone greeted the grey demon that had survived another year of living. "Four," the woman nodded and took four menus from their space, huddled in their usual wooden embrace. The two sat down and it wasn't long before the others joined. Laughing Jack in simple black pants and t-shirt with black and white stripped arm warmers and BEN in a green beanie and t-shirt with black pants... still typing. Laughing Jack approached the side Jack occupied, "Move over Jeffy-boy”, the clown pushed the latter over with a well-placed palm on his head. Jeffery scooted, "Bitch, don't touch me!" the hint of his insanity bled out so lightly like the last drops of a wrung towel. But it stood out so much, even if only to them, like a drop of bleach onto a black top.

Silence reigned with an iron fist...

BEN hadn't looked up, no, but rapid meetings of flesh to glass screens had definitely halted. No one dared to speak as everyone settled. No one wanted to let their own leak out; it would be like dripping blood in a shark tank! This wasn't a night for insanity. Not tonight. Or at least... not yet. Don't get them wrong, they're not ashamed of their mental state, they just knew tonight was...special... for a lot of reasons.

It was when BEN's skilled fingers began gliding over the reacting screen that the chatter slowly started anew.

"Jeeze, he's really into it tonight?" the eyeless Jack mentioned and he was answered by the Jack of laughter. "Damn straight, the guy ain’t said a syllable since I found him in a back alley earlier today,” the clown scoffed. "Makes you wonder if he is still such a dry stick," he smirked, to which the human-eater shook his head with a deep chuckle.

PING!

TAH!

Laughing Jack was standing, holding a fork by its base a foot from BEN "Now now, wouldn't want to disturb the momentary peace, would we?" White eyes turned the long-haired killer who flung the helpless utensil, the clowns eyes seemed to be such a color from hot anger.

Silence.

This... wasn't going well... The auburn haired male deduced. But perhaps it would get better...

Jeff shrugged, "I'm bored as fuck..."

"Sorry it took me so long, man!" a male, forced to don the look of Dracula came to them. "The fangs were hard to put in," he smirked, showing the set off. The boy seemed awfully pale...

"Do you all know what you wish to order?" He smiled more becomingly at the killing group who simply nodded. Once orders had been passed, BEN finally put down the phone, "Fuuck that took forever" he threw himself back into his seat. "What? Finally done with your sexting?" Laughing Jack grinned. Jeff snorted over his straw, almost summoning enough water into his mouth to stop his following laughter. BEN's red pupils rolled in their abyss-like area of residence, "Ha. Ha. No, ya noob" the short boy smirked as Laughing Jack grimaced, he hated it when BEN used any sort of gaming term. "Anyway, no, it was some annoying stuff that had to be taken care of because of that guy I made crash into that alley.... so stupid," he grumbles. "Anyway, it's done now," the virus shrugged.

Soon after, they group received their food, and they ate. Nothing really happened during.

"And here is your check...." the waiter fell into a shifty silence as the group forked over money that they had probably taken from previous victims. What were they going to use it for anyway? The victims... what would the victims use it for.

Once the bill was covered, the vampire waiter took it, but didn't move as the group stood to leave. What did he want?

"Hey uh... I'm in creepy pasta too, but those are some seriously sweet costumes... like super realistic," the waiter forced a smile. Like puppets with strings, the ends of their mouths raised high upon their face. "If you're smart, you'll keep thinking these are costumes," the waiter seemed to solidify like drying concrete as grey and black painted lips parted to proudly display sharp ivory, stitches gave just enough leeway for puckered white flesh to part, and fresh blood appeared from the sockets, some dripping onto the dusty hardwood.

And then they were gone...

Ah yes... 'Tis the season to solidify believers....

~x~

A night of killers wound down in front of a large fountain dyed a festive red. They had debated whether or not to replace the water with the crimson from a party they had killed but decided it would be too troublesome. So instead, they just stuck body parts into the shallow depths to act as decorations. Jeff puked earlier from apparent bad sushi at that restaurant they went to. Eyeless Jack got a new mask but refused to throw the old one away. BEN changed the lights of a few buildings to read "Jeff Sucks Dick" after said killer had broken his phone. Laughing Jack took candy from a baby...

Yeah it was an eventful night.

Birthday boy Jack was ready to sleep, though. The sun was beginning to rise, after all...

"Alright, that's enough for the night" The grey skinned killer pushed himself off the smokey marble that covered the circumference of the fountain and stretched, "This was a good thing, I'm heading home," was all he spoke and the rest nodded in agreement. Jeff and Jack made their way back at a far more leisure pace than they had come.

Once inside, Jeff went to his room and grabbed his clothes and shit, "Well, I'm leaving," he stated. Jack raised a brow at him, "You're leaving?" Jeff nodded, "No bitch, I'm packing my shit to stay another week. I don't like staying in one place for too long," he grumbles. "You've been here for quite a while..." Jeff rolled his eyes, "I wanted to be here when you killed the bitch, but you don't seem to be up to doing that anytime soon,” he deduced. Jack could only answer with his silence, to which Jeff almost sneered at. "I'll catch you later," he ripped the sheet he had taped to the window off before leaping into the clutches of the dosing night.

Jack sighed through his nostrils at his exit. That is why he had put bars on the windows. Because that particular killer would break the sons of bitches to enter and exit, and then not pay for shit.

Whatever.

Jack made his way to his own room to plummet his head upon his pillow. It was quick, as soon as he opened the door, he noticed:

You were missing.

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Chapter 16

"Right now?" Jack raised a brow behind his mask in pointless emphasis. Jeff snorted and rolled his eyes, that's what he said, isn't it? "Yeah, Come on, let's just go," Jeff leaned back in his chair. Jack mulled it over. A night out wouldn't be so bad... heck, he used to go out once a month; it was you, who was changing his schedule. But you were also busy sorting out a shatter psyche, so he had the time. Why not?

"Fine, whatever," he let his head fall back onto the cushion of his couch that he was currently sprawled over. "Who all are going?" he asked as he pulled off his blue mask and turned it to observe the damage it had sustained from his little outburst. Jeff paused a brief moment in picking sandwich bread out his teeth to shrug. "Shit, I don't know...I heard Jackass the clown and robot boy have been in town, so maybe we'll run into them, who cares? If they show up, they do, and if they don't, fuck them." Jack nodded in agreement, that was true.

Jeff stood to his feet and put his plate in the sink. "Plus it's Halloween, it's the only time we can say 'fuck all' to everybody and not have to get stupid ass cramps in our necks from keeping our heads down low enough for people not to notice any of our 'wonderful' features" Jeff walked towards his room, hopefully to place his white hoodie back over his black tank top as it was to be rather chilly that night.

It was Halloween and this was a creepy pasta's favorite holiday. For obvious reasons.

Little known fact, it was also Jack's birthday, so he and the creepy fellas liked to do what some humans would equate with "hanging out" and "celebrating" for the event. So here he was, entering his quarters, barely acknowledging you and your senseless murmurs of confusion and denial, save for the grin that briefly sprouted about his lips. He opened his wardrobe to pick an article of clothing. He didn't want wear his normal attire, but also not something too casual as it would rouse the suspicion of nosy flesh buckets, but not something too grandiose to the point it would beckon to much attention of a different degree.

What to wear...

~x~

Jeff hadn't brought much and wasn't, for sure, ashamed of his body. So he said 'fuck the police' and changed into some black sweats, and damned his hoodie to his messy bed and that's all he wished to wear. So what it was chilly? Jeff had thick blood. Or at least he earned thicker blood.... He used to hate the fucking cold. Brrr...

ANYWAY! Jeff stood outside and pulled some padded, black, finger-less gloves onto his strong palms before locking the Velcro into place with a soft hiss. It didn't take long for Jack to join the black haired male. He hadn't chosen anything out of the ordinary, a black turtle neck with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, black jeans and boots. Simple. But one thing made Jeff look at him funny, "Why are you still wearing your mask?" Jack shrugged, and a dark grey nail traced the crack in it, "To remind myself to get something to fix it," he said, his voice growing clearer when he turned the face piece to rest in the side of his head, his eyes till blocked by the band, or, err, where his eyes should be.

"Whatever," Jeff took off into the dying vegetation. Jack reeled back as if asking the air around him, 'Who does he think he's leaving?' a twitch of the muscles was all it took for Jack to be but a foot behind the killer, Jeff peered over his shoulder at him, his dull expression had blossomed to an excited countenance of competition.

And like that, the two were racing, dirtily, too. There were no rules as they snarled, shoved, and tripped each other to get to the city first. All for the ability to say, "I beat you" at the end.

~x~

"Don't be a lying bitch! I beat you fair and square" Jeff barked, throwing a stubborn door to a restaurant open. A scoff followed after him, "You wish," was all Jack said in return, steadfast in the sureness of his victory. "Excuse me? Is it just the two of you?" a pleasant hostess, forced to wear a witch's attire, interrupted. They turned to her. "Yes," Jack answered cleanly, "Nope" Jeff countered, seemingly out of spite. At the confused look that crowded the woman's face, Jack chose to ignore him and clarify.

"Yes,"

"No,"

"Fuck you, Jeff,"

"Nah, but you may be able to fuck that clown and walking Game Boy in the window; I heard they're a real riot." Jack 'looked' over to the window and the ever familiar sight of second Jack waving nonchalantly and BEN, busy on his phone greeted the grey demon that had survived another year of living. "Four," the woman nodded and took four menus from their space, huddled in their usual wooden embrace. The two sat down and it wasn't long before the others joined. Laughing Jack in simple black pants and t-shirt with black and white stripped arm warmers and BEN in a green beanie and t-shirt with black pants... still typing. Laughing Jack approached the side Jack occupied, "Move over Jeffy-boy”, the clown pushed the latter over with a well-placed palm on his head. Jeffery scooted, "Bitch, don't touch me!" the hint of his insanity bled out so lightly like the last drops of a wrung towel. But it stood out so much, even if only to them, like a drop of bleach onto a black top.

Silence reigned with an iron fist...

BEN hadn't looked up, no, but rapid meetings of flesh to glass screens had definitely halted. No one dared to speak as everyone settled. No one wanted to let their own leak out; it would be like dripping blood in a shark tank! This wasn't a night for insanity. Not tonight. Or at least... not yet. Don't get them wrong, they're not ashamed of their mental state, they just knew tonight was...special... for a lot of reasons.

It was when BEN's skilled fingers began gliding over the reacting screen that the chatter slowly started anew.

"Jeeze, he's really into it tonight?" the eyeless Jack mentioned and he was answered by the Jack of laughter. "Damn straight, the guy ain’t said a syllable since I found him in a back alley earlier today,” the clown scoffed. "Makes you wonder if he is still such a dry stick," he smirked, to which the human-eater shook his head with a deep chuckle.

PING!

TAH!

Laughing Jack was standing, holding a fork by its base a foot from BEN "Now now, wouldn't want to disturb the momentary peace, would we?" White eyes turned the long-haired killer who flung the helpless utensil, the clowns eyes seemed to be such a color from hot anger.

Silence.

This... wasn't going well... The auburn haired male deduced. But perhaps it would get better...

Jeff shrugged, "I'm bored as fuck..."

"Sorry it took me so long, man!" a male, forced to don the look of Dracula came to them. "The fangs were hard to put in," he smirked, showing the set off. The boy seemed awfully pale...

"Do you all know what you wish to order?" He smiled more becomingly at the killing group who simply nodded. Once orders had been passed, BEN finally put down the phone, "Fuuck that took forever" he threw himself back into his seat. "What? Finally done with your sexting?" Laughing Jack grinned. Jeff snorted over his straw, almost summoning enough water into his mouth to stop his following laughter. BEN's red pupils rolled in their abyss-like area of residence, "Ha. Ha. No, ya noob" the short boy smirked as Laughing Jack grimaced, he hated it when BEN used any sort of gaming term. "Anyway, no, it was some annoying stuff that had to be taken care of because of that guy I made crash into that alley.... so stupid," he grumbles. "Anyway, it's done now," the virus shrugged.

Soon after, they group received their food, and they ate. Nothing really happened during.

"And here is your check...." the waiter fell into a shifty silence as the group forked over money that they had probably taken from previous victims. What were they going to use it for anyway? The victims... what would the victims use it for.

Once the bill was covered, the vampire waiter took it, but didn't move as the group stood to leave. What did he want?

"Hey uh... I'm in creepy pasta too, but those are some seriously sweet costumes... like super realistic," the waiter forced a smile. Like puppets with strings, the ends of their mouths raised high upon their face. "If you're smart, you'll keep thinking these are costumes," the waiter seemed to solidify like drying concrete as grey and black painted lips parted to proudly display sharp ivory, stitches gave just enough leeway for puckered white flesh to part, and fresh blood appeared from the sockets, some dripping onto the dusty hardwood.

And then they were gone...

Ah yes... 'Tis the season to solidify believers....

~x~

A night of killers wound down in front of a large fountain dyed a festive red. They had debated whether or not to replace the water with the crimson from a party they had killed but decided it would be too troublesome. So instead, they just stuck body parts into the shallow depths to act as decorations. Jeff puked earlier from apparent bad sushi at that restaurant they went to. Eyeless Jack got a new mask but refused to throw the old one away. BEN changed the lights of a few buildings to read "Jeff Sucks Dick" after said killer had broken his phone. Laughing Jack took candy from a baby...

Yeah it was an eventful night.

Birthday boy Jack was ready to sleep, though. The sun was beginning to rise, after all...

"Alright, that's enough for the night" The grey skinned killer pushed himself off the smokey marble that covered the circumference of the fountain and stretched, "This was a good thing, I'm heading home," was all he spoke and the rest nodded in agreement. Jeff and Jack made their way back at a far more leisure pace than they had come.

Once inside, Jeff went to his room and grabbed his clothes and shit, "Well, I'm leaving," he stated. Jack raised a brow at him, "You're leaving?" Jeff nodded, "No bitch, I'm packing my shit to stay another week. I don't like staying in one place for too long," he grumbles. "You've been here for quite a while..." Jeff rolled his eyes, "I wanted to be here when you killed the bitch, but you don't seem to be up to doing that anytime soon,” he deduced. Jack could only answer with his silence, to which Jeff almost sneered at. "I'll catch you later," he ripped the sheet he had taped to the window off before leaping into the clutches of the dosing night.

Jack sighed through his nostrils at his exit. That is why he had put bars on the windows. Because that particular killer would break the sons of bitches to enter and exit, and then not pay for shit.

Whatever.

Jack made his way to his own room to plummet his head upon his pillow. It was quick, as soon as he opened the door, he noticed:

You were missing.