"No, M/n, you don't hold it like that."

By the tone in Toby's voice I could tell he was a little frustrated of trying to teach me how to use his hatches.

"How am I supposed to know?!" I yell out. I was holding the hatchet backwards without noticing. "Ugh!"

"Look just hold it the right way and throw it at the target." He pointed to a tree with a painted red target on it.

"The fucking thing is to heavy! I can't throw this shit!" I complained.

"Just try it!" Jeff yelled from the front door. We were, I guess, "training" outside of  the front of the mansion. I felt like everyone was staring at me as I fail at throwing a single axe. Everyone was staring. Ben, Jeff, that girl with the clock in her eye, that dark clown looking thing, Sally, masky, hoodie and some other people I don't know. No sign of EJ though, must be on the couch still. I groan in frustration as I threw the axe at the target as hard as I could. Only to miss and hit a rock the somehow split it half.

"Damn.." Ben says. He just razed an eyebrow.

I feel like everyone was surprised that I cracked a rock in half. I'm still frustrated though.

"Ugh! Your axes are not working! Not my type of weapon, clearly!" I pout and sit on the ground in frustration while crossing my arm. "I need my own type of weapon.." Emphasis on the own.

//time skip~~~\\

After about fifteen minutes of trying different weapons I couldn't find the right type. Even masky lend me his crowbar at one point and took it back.
Until, Jeff stepped in as he saw me fail many times.

"Okay, I got an idea." He stepped toward us and pulled out a knife from his pocket. "Boom, kitchen knife. The classic." He says while waving it in the air. Showing it off.

"A kitchen knife?" I say and crossed my arms.

"Works well for everyone. Just try it." He persists. I walked to him and took the knife.

"Look! Try it on this dummy." Toby yelled out. He pulled out a dummy from behind a tree. It was all cut up slightly. Clearly already used.

"If this doesn't work, That's gonna be you." I threatened. He just gave a nervous chuckle as he walks away from the standing dummy.

I positioned myself to attract. I grip the knife in both hands so it won't slip out. Surprisingly, easy to hold. Then I finally attacked. I let one of my hands fall as I let my dominant hand do the the work. I Swag across the, what was supposed to be a chest, and cut it open. I then started stabbing it over and over again in the stomach and finally drove the knife right threw the dummy's head. I pulled it out and took a breath and finally finished my work.

"So?...how was it?" Toby asks. He obviously did want to end up like that dummy. I wouldn't do it anyway.

"Hmm...it's fine, Actually. It has some nice weight on it for a kitchen knife. Very sharp, nice, and a very nice grip handle." I say very satisfied.

"Yeah, whatever. Okay, go do whatever shit you were doing." He waved his hand, telling me to go get my target. I thought it was best to not say anything for the sake of an argument.

"Grate! Your first mission target!" Toby cheered. "You're gonna be great!"

"Aren't you coming?" I ask. And why?

"Oh, I'd figured you'd want to do this by yourself.but yeah, I'll come." He says.

I tsk. "Not like I was asking you too. But sure, come on." I say.

//time skip~~~\\ again...

We were now stalking from behind the bushes. It was this everyday boring house. Nothing special, nothing new. Just kinda old looking stuff on the yard. Don't they know what cleaning is???

"That kids parents went out. He has a baby sister that doesn't speak or walk yet. Annnnnd this kid "Jake" is a bratty kid." Toby told me. To which I nod.

I've got to kill a kid? A bratty kid? Nice!

"You should sneak in threw that window. It looks open. M/n, you could do it." Toby whisper yells.

"Kay, I'm going in!" Without thinking, I got up and walked to the front door.

"What are you doing?!" Toby whisper yelled from the bushes.

"Using the front door?"

"Why?!"

"It's my way of doing it." I looked away from him and stuffed my hand in my sleeve. We can't have finger prints now. I knocked on the door.

This is to easy.

I thought. After a while of waiting I knew no one was coming to open the door for me. I walked back to Toby.

"Can I borrow your gloves?"

"Um, sure?"

I took the gloves, and went to the door and straight up walked in.

Aww, did they know I was coming?

I jokingly thought to myself. As I walked in. It. Was. A. Mess!

Don't they ever clean here?! Obviously not! Ugh, whatever, I'm gonna make a even bigger mess.

As I stood there, the only thing I could hear was gun shots. On no, not real ones. It's sounded like it was coming from a TV upstairs. I gently walked up stair, trying not to make a sound. The first door I came across was slightly opened. Light was peering out of it. I carfully stuck my head inside.

I realllly wanna get this over with in all honesty...

There he was, Jake biker. I really don't like that name. He was....playing  game? That's...that's very....familiar...that game.

"Ugh! Dammit! Hate this level..." He yelled with frustration.

Okay, I'm going all in...

//time skip and Ticci Toby's pov//

I can't believe she just walked in like that...

I would never admit it to her but that was kinda stupid. Well, she did us gloves (aka my gloves) so I'm pretty sure she knows not to leave finger print.

"N-No! Please! Please stop— AHHH!"

Whoa, that was fast!

The scram went down and soon I saw blood slates on the window. I would go and join her but, she seems to be enjoying herself.

Thud

A thud on the window takes me out of my little day dream. Y/n's body is pressed against the window. She was Bloodied up and with a grim smile on her face. It took me by surprised for a couple seconds. That smile...

She was definitely satisfied with this. That smile was nothing like the smile she gave me. But then again the smile she gave me was supposed to distract me. Maybe.  This one she is doing right now... It's like she's not sane anymore.

I give her a thumbs up and signaled her to come and hurry. This is a public neighborhood. Someone could walk by and the see her from the window.

Her smile fads and she nodded. She was out of sight.

She soon walked out. Somethings different about her. Oh wait...she has a back pack on. Why dose she have a back pack on?

"Hey, why do you have a back pack?—"

"Nothing, let's go." She answered immediately. Strange...

After bugging and bugging her about what's in the bag she, I guess, stole, I gave up on it.

We made it to the mansion. This was a very easy target for her I'm guessing. And I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it.

I wonder if she has a head in there...?