Watching as the tip of the bottle hit a black boot, everyone obtained eye contact with the annoyed poltergeist. "If you give me anything stupid..." Puppeteer growls, crossing his arms in the process. 

"I won't, don't worry. Truth or Dare?" Puppeteer studies my face before sighing, running his fingers through his hair. 

"Dare..." Smirking, I rubbed my hands together and glanced around at everyone in the circle.

"I dare you to tie someone up and then say the kinkiest thing you can think of to them in a seductive voice." Seeing him give me a bewildered expression, realization soon kicks in, and he throws a scowl my way.

"I hate you..." With that being said, everyone flinched when he shot his golden strings out of his fingertips, coiling them around poor Toby.

"Hey man! I might be bisexual, but I'm not interested in you." Toby stampers, lifting his hands in defence as The Puppeteer floats towards the ticking proxy.

"Yeah, and I'm hetero, so keep that in your pants, Ticci boy." Everyone bit their cheeks as The Puppeteer got closer to Toby. Going as deep as his voice could do, Puppeteer leaned over and muttered into the proxies ear. "You know what they say: Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets. Maniac on the dance floor. Uh... ghoul in the pool, ghost in the walls. Shapeshifting poltergeist, demonic fiend. Hail Stana, all is lost..." 

"Okay, what the fuck was that?!" Jeff laughs, clutching his stomach while leaning on BEN to keep him up straight.

"What? That was the only thing I could think off..." Puppeteer rolls his eyes before going back to his spot.

~~~

Seeing the bottle go in between Jeff and Clockwork, everyone was confused on who should go first. "I'll go, move clockbitch." The smiling male set his pale hand on Clockworks face, shoving her away from him.

"You're going to get stabbed... Truth or dare?" I coughed, eyeing an angry Clockwork who was sitting back up from being forced to the ground.

"Truth! You're not going to get me again. The cinnamon challenge was enough." Jeff stuttered, sticking out his tongue in the process. 

"Okay, who is the worst Pasta? Besides Jane because we all know you would pick her." Glancing over at Jane, I watched as she crossed her arms with a smirk. 

"Pfft, that's easy! Laughing Jack!" Jeff chuckles, crossing his arms with a proud smile on his face.

"Hey! Why me?!" The clowns head shot up, glaring daggers at the smiling male. 

"Because you're fucking annoying! All you do is bother everyone with your lame jokes and annoying laugh!" Sticking out his middle finger, Jack went back to eating his candy, causing Jeff to roll his eyes.