Dawn rose, peeking through the grey curtains and flashed onto Toby's face. "Masky, tell Slenderman that I need five minutes." The male groaned at the harmless sun rays and also Caramel's poking. "Oh hell no," She straightened up and searched through her drawers, smirking once she found an item she had been intending to find.

  She cunningly advanced to the sleep-deprived male and blew the air horn once it was positioned next to his ear...

  "PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!"

  "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" The male shot up immediately, rubbing his ear. "What was that?!" He snapped, flare evident in his eyes. "Sh-" "Caramel? What and who was that?" Jack's voice sounded, as the said male's footsteps approached the door.

  "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-" Toby's panicking session was intruded by the female shoving him into the walk-in closet, like him, she too was actually panicking. Slamming the door shut, she sighed and froze once Jack opened the door, "What were you doing?"

  "...Chilling. Sorry, I forgot how an air horn works." She lied, smiling nervously. "And whose voice was that? Sound like a male yellin'." Jack frowned, assumptions began to form in his head. "M-M-Markiplier! Yes, Markiplier! You know, uh... the gaming one?" Caramel defended herself and Toby, making up more lies.

   "...Oh, okay then..." Jack slowly walked out. He knew he shouldn't doubt her; after all, she is strictly asexual and aromantic. But he felt doubtful nevertheless. "C'mon, Jack, she's your daughter. She's not that kind of girl." The cerulean-eyed male scolded himself, "Hey, Mark, I'm going out." 

  "For what? A trip to the strip?" Mark snickered, which made Jack grab a random pillow and flung it to his face, "No, you'll see." A smirk played on Jack's lips as he left the tall building. Mark scoffed, "Better not be a fucking-, nah, he wouldn't dare." The Russian male assured himself, turning back to his book. 

  Back to the scene where Toby and Caramel were arguing but in a hushed way...

  "To answer your question, it was an airhorn." 

  "I fucking know it is! I may be immune to pain but not sounds!"

  "Oh, you're immune to pain? I was about to cut you open tonight." Caramel frowned, genuinity lacing her thoughts. "...What?" 

  "Nothing. Anyways, we have to be more careful. That was too fucking close for anyone's comfort." Caramel smirked at Toby's twitching as it was his attempt to "calm down".

   ...Hah.

  "You- Ugh." The male groaned at her, slamming his head against the wall brutally. Caramel gazed at his action before deciding to say something that she would probably love to repeat,

  "... Toby, if my wall gets blood on it, I'm taking you to daycare."

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  "I'm not some fool to wear this!"

  "Rogers, please. I had a plan and I must carry this one out."

  "Wh- But, humiliating me? Really? That's your plan?" The ticcing Toby crossed his arms as he glared at Caramel. "... Well I was hoping to do that with the other Pastas if killing me aren't on their list. Plus, it isn't a bad one. Nor an embarrassing one, get with it..."

  "But..." Toby stared at her, as if weighing his options. What if he agrees? Would he be able to get back to Slenderman? Yet... He is in London. And he does not have a single clue of how he got where he now stands. Or rather, lean since he's leaning against the walk-in closet door quite at the moment.

  "... Toby, it's easier this way. You can just be like an Arabian Muslim! And that would be hil- highly recommended if you want to survive this hunt." Caramel nearly slipped, she was intending to say hilarious instead of highly, which we had highly doubt that she was actually trying to be honest.

  But then, by "we" I did mean my unsuspecting fellow readers and owl plushies.

  Ahem, moving on. Toby sighed and extended his gloved hand, not actually believing that he was actually going to agree with this girl's plan. Hopefully, it's a good one or not he would ask Masky to eliminate her. Or do it himself if she's not that hard to kill. "...Okay, ShmuckFace, where will we be able to get those... heinous items?"

  "Mark would get them for me, TicTac." Caramel gave a grin as she rose her brows, mischeif glinted in her eyes as she fixated her attention on her phone. Her fingers quickly typed out a message for her Russian step-father. Obvious it was to inform her of her plan... Well, not all the details, of course. Only the highlights, as she was aware of the consequences of informing him about everything.

  “You’re... Mph, how can people stand you?” Toby asked, not even thinking that it could harm her feelings. Caramel blinked and turned away, “... They don’t.” Hearing that confession, Toby couldn’t help but blink in surprise. “Nothing.” Caramel’s breath hitched as she answered, fixing a small glare to the floor. The killer, to be honest, she had actually felt a streak of guilt painting his soul by a small crumble, and that color was questionably blue.

  “Anyways...” Her phone buzzed an unpleasant ringtone, causing her to flinch from surprise. This behavior was odd, even for Toby himself. Caramel grasped her phone tightly as her eyes scanned the message that had just arrived and a small smile crept up to her lips. “Mark agreed to get me the stuff we need.” She said and walked to the door. “Stay here. I’ve gotta go and... think about something.”

  Toby was about to haul her away from the door when she slipped out; slamming the door closed before the Pasta heard her sprinting. He wanted to go but he couldn’t, so he just laid down onto the soft mattress as he closed his eyes, seeking theories while his friend went to do whatever she had to do.

  That is, if it was really important. Caramel watched the sky, standing on the rooftop garden as multiple thoughts shot down her security. She had just told Toby that no one really stands her behaviour, what was she thinking? Was she actually thinking that they would be friends? Could she actually trust a Creepypasta, more or less a killer one?

  Caramel grasped her long locks of hair and tripped backwards, biting her lips harshly as it began to bleed a tasteful flavour of blood. “I...” Her breath hitched as she whimpered pathetically, “can’...t ... trust ... a killer... ” She muttered as she curled up, soon enough, rain would fall onto her and the whole city.

  And the thing is, she wasn’t even going to move from her spot. She ignored the calls of Mark and Jack, and due to coldness, sleepiness and lack of good health, the girl had no choice but to submit herself to the abyss of pure darkness.

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Late? Yes, I know. I don’t even remember this plot, I only remembered that I want to publish this chapter. Just like that.