RAAAAHHH!! I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!!! 

Hello everyone! I know it's been a hot minute since I've updated this story, but rest assured it hasn't been abandoned. I plan on finishing this bad boy and giving you guys the content you deserve. Between moving, getting married, and starting a new job I've been a bit busy. But I'm finally in a place where I can work on this story more than I have been. Thank you for being patient, and without further ado... 

You laid on the soft carpet of Clocky's bedroom, listening to the muffled sounds of shower water coming from her attached bathroom. The room was dark, only being illuminated from the warm glow creeping in from under the door. You laid there in your party clothes and your glittery makeup, holding a bottle of half finished, cheap, gas station wine. You mulled over your conversation with Hoodie, the events of the day feeling fuzzy.

Never in a million years would you think you were ever capable of killing anyone, but here you were a killer living in a mansion built on murder. You held your discolored wrist, rubbing it gently with your hand. What happened to you? How did you fall so far? You asked yourself lots of questions, thinking maybe the deal you made with Hoodie was a giant mistake.

You sat up, leaning your head against Clocky's mattress. Your head felt foggy, and you ran your fingers through your hair. No matter how much you were trying not to, you couldn't help but think of Tim, and what he could be up to right now. You wanted to hate him with everything you had but you couldn't help but wonder about him.

"He's probably drunk off his ass right now." Was the first thing that came to mind. You rolled your eyes, but your heart felt heavy. Why do you even care? What do you gain from feeling sorry for someone who just keeps stringing you along? You swirled the wine inside your bottle, and took another swig.

"He's probably not even thinking about me right now." Little did you know how far that was from the truth.

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Tim laid on his couch holding a can of his favorite beer, watching the news with a solemn expression on his face. His eyes felt heavy from his lack of sleep, and the smell of cheap cigarettes hung in the air. He stared blankly at the TV, the only thing on his mind was you. He wanted to be mad, if you hadn't shown up out of nowhere then he wouldn't be feeling this way right now. He immediately pushed the thought out of his head.

"That's not fair... I shouldn't think things like that..." He slumped further into his uncomfortable couch, preferring to not do anything but sit there and sulk. It wasn't fair to blame you for the mess the two of you were in, if there was anyone to blame for this whole debacle it was the big man himself. Tim looked up at the ceiling, his eyes bloodshot and full of anger. Yeah... that's right... It's all his fault. Tim knew now more than ever he needed to get the two of you out of here. The only way you could be together was to run away, and leave this sick and twisted way of living behind.

He had thought of leaving a few times, but the idea never stuck. But now he had a real reason to leave, he had something to protect. Once he left he would have something to live for. He made up his mind, and decided once and for all he was going to get the two of you out of here. You'd run away and start a new life, far far away from this shithole.

~~

The sun peeked through the large windows of Clocky's bedroom, the gentle rays of the winter sun shone onto your face. Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked around. Clocky was asleep in her bed and Toby was laying on the floor across the room facing away from you. You were sure they were both asleep. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, stretching your arms out and feeling the satisfying pop in your joints you were looking for. Your head was foggy,

You slowly stood up, making your way towards the door. You slept in your clothes from last night, glittery makeup all over your face, looking like you came straight from a mid 2000's Kesha concert. You quietly left the room, making your way downstairs to make yourself some breakfast. You stood in the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and buttering some toast, fresh out of the toaster.

"Hey." You jumped and whipped around, seeing a familiar lanky figure and his perpetual smile. You sighed and took a bite of your toast.

"If you're here for some food I only made one piece of toast so you're on your own." Jeff chuckled and sat down on a barstool.

"I don't really care." He stared at you for a minute, and you could tell he was thinking up some sort of scheme.

"Alright, out with it, what are you planning?" You took a sip of your coffee, and Jeff smiled.

"Let's go killing together, I promise it'll be fun!" You froze for a second, holding your cup of coffee to your lips, just staring at Jeff.

"I don't know man... You've got a lot of experience and I don't know if I can keep up." Jeff chuckled and waved his hand in the air dismissively.

"Oh please, you'll be fine, plus I'm a bit excited to have a new killer around the mansion, it would be nice to have a partner." You thought back to the conversation you had with Hoodie last night.

"The Operator doesn't want another sloppy killer who ends all their nights by almost getting caught."

The idea of going killing with Jeff sounded like a lot of fun, but if Hoodie was right you needed some proper training. Jeff had quite a number of years under his belt, but an opportunity to partner up with one of The Operator's right hand men was something you couldn't pass up.

"No offense or anything but I already agreed to partner up with Hoodie." Jeff scoffed and darted up out of his chair.

"No way?! That killjoy?! Yeah maybe if you wanna bore the person to death!" You snickered. Killing with Jeff might be more fun, but you made a commitment and you need to stick to it.

"Look man I'm sorry but I already said I would." You leaned against the counter and took another sip of coffee. Jeff got up and walked towards you, standing in front of you leaning on the kitchen island. He stared at you with his lidless eyes and a big smile on his face. It was obvious he refused to take no for an answer. You remained stoic, maybe when you first got here you'd be scared, but it was hard to be scared of someone who's chest you've puked on.

"Look man, I said no." Jeff groaned and threw his hands up in the air. He grumbled something under his breath and started to walk away. You couldn't help but be curious about what a night out with Jeff would look like. The feeling gnawed at you, and you bit your bottom lip, trying not to let the words escape. You whipped around, and your curiosity got the better of you.

"Hey hold on!" Jeff turned around, with a smug grin on his face. You smirked and shook your head.

"If you're gonna take me out killing you better make it worth my while." Jeff beamed.

"Oh it'll be fun, just make sure you can handle it, newbie." You smiled.

"Oh whatever." Jeff walked away, and you felt like in your gut you did the right thing. You deserved to have a little fun. You finished your cup of coffee and walked back upstairs. If you were gonna go out killing you were gonna need a cute outfit.

You walked up the stairs and turned the corner to head back to Clocky's room. You saw Hoodie walking down the hall in your direction.

"Oh hey! Hoodie!" He stopped, and you ran up to him.

"I just wanted to let you know you're off the hook for tonight, Jeff invited me to go killing and I said yes." You smiled.

Hoodie stared at you without saying anything, and you had a bad feeling you totally pissed him off.

"Nothing against you or anything... I just... totally spaced until I saw you just now!" You lied through your teeth, hoping he'd buy it. Hoodie continued to stare at you, completely silent. You held a toothy smile, and the two of you just stared at each other without any words. Hoodie shrugged, and walked down the hallway.

"Let me know when you wanna get serious." You huffed and walked the opposite way. What's eating him?

Unbeknownst to the two of you there were a pair of listening ears eavsedropping on your conversation. Tim was pressed against a wall right around the corner, not intending to get caught up in anything. Hoodie wanted to partner up with you? Tim felt a rage begin to bubble up inside him. They were trying to reel you in just like they did with him, and he wouldn't have it. He needed to make sure you didn't get yourself in too deep. Once you walked away Tim marched down the hall after him, intending to give him a piece of his mind.

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Hoodie sighed, walking back down the hallway back to his room. How was this ever going to work if idiots like Jeff kept getting in the way? He had to get you out in the field, he had to see you in action, he had to make sure your feelings for Tim were dead. Hoodie felt someone grab the back of his jacket. He turned around and was met with a fist colliding with his face. He fell back onto the floor, and felt the attacker kick him hard in the stomach. Hoodie got picked up off the ground by the neck of his sweatshirt and came face to face with his old partner.

"I don't know what your game is, but stay away from (y/n)." Hoodie had never seen this look in Tim's eyes before, but frankly he didn't care.

"And what if I don't? You're lucky I don't report you for this." Tim punched him in the face again, and slammed him against the wall.

"And you're lucky I don't kick your ass so hard you end up breathing through a straw." Tim dropped him to the ground and stared down at him.

"Stay away from my wife." Tim walked away, not knowing the hell he was unleashing.