#if there's a dude in the thumbnail w his shirt off also he's facing the camera directly and looking Bulky as fuck

[sergle]

I don’t know if there really is any science behind workout routines separated by sex, but even if there is benefit to doing exercise “for women” i don’t give a shit. and i will intentionally seek out guides made For Men. because by and large, this is how the different video thumbnails shake out

#especially when you are explicitly looking at strength training but the focal point of the thumbnail is still thinness #and the girl always in something of this type of pose. #if there's a dude in the thumbnail w his shirt off also he's facing the camera directly and looking Bulky as fuck #so even that doesn't compare At All #but half the time it is literally a guy just talking. in the thumbnail. #anyway if you want to be strong as a Wamen you need to wear tight little yoga shorts first #sergle.txt #i'm not trying to get sexy i'm trying to get strong. killing you killing you killing you #I realize that fitness IN GENERAL is very Thinness and Attractiveness-centric but it's worse if you type 'for women'

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Delusions & Discussions

A JSE Fanfic

It’s time for the next entry in this series! And I think this one is one of the more intense ones, but who am I to say? Maybe nothing can top the last-minute reveal in the last story. But yeah, basically something happens with Jameson, then we another reveal (one that some people guessed! I’m so proud of you!) and we catch up on some characters, and that’s it. I’m really enjoying this series, hope you guys are too!

You can find the other stories under the pw timeline tag!

Chase’s phone pinged with a text notification. Before he even looked at it, he knew it was Marvin. He sighed, deliberately not reaching into his pocket to get his phone out. Instead, he continued loading dishes into his dishwasher. He had energy for one task today and he was sick of seeing the pile in the sink.

The text tone went off a few more times before Chase had finished. He sighed, putting the last tea mug into the washer and closing the door. He pressed the button to start it before walking over to the kitchen table and collapsing in one of the chairs. Only then did he take out his phone and look at the repeated texts Marvin had sent him.

Hey you still coming? JJs already here were not gonna start without you. Hey did you get my last text? Hey are these sending? Chase do you still want to come?

Chase winced. Maybe he should’ve picked up sooner. Marvin wouldn’t say it, but he got nervous when people didn’t reply. Chase texted a quick reply saying he’d been caught up in something and he was on his way now. Then he sat at the kitchen table for five more minutes before actually standing up and heading to his car, throwing on a jacket and his cap so he’d look a little bit more put together.

It was a Wednesday. He knew this because of two reasons: he had to remember to visit Schneep in two days, and Marvin had texted him last Wednesday asking if he wanted to come over for a little get-together. “Were gonna watch otgw and have cake,” he’d texted. “Consider it a late birthday party :) Yknow, for me kslahfjd” Of course Chase didn’t want to let him down, so he said he’d be there. He promised. He’d resolved that he’d do one task today, and then go over to Marvin’s house for cake. That would be his reward for completing the task.

He arrived fifteen minutes later, parking on the street before walking up to the door and knocking. “Don’t come in!” He heard Marvin shout. Two minutes after that, Marvin opened the door, holding the bundle of cat fluff that was Ragamuffin. “Get in quick, Luna’s got the zoomies,” Marvin said. Chase nodded, and stepped inside. 

Quickly closing the door behind him, Chase saw that the house was back to normal, or at least to how it was before Marvin left. There were folded cardboard boxes against one wall, leaning flat against it, but otherwise everything was in order. Marvin’s posters and knickknacks were scattered about as usual. JJ was sitting on the sofa, holding Luna the cat to his chest, even though she was trying hard to wiggle free. Once JJ noticed Chase had closed the door, he opened his arms and let Luna go free. She landed on his lap, jumped to the coffee table, ran across the surface, jumped onto the floor, and proceeded to zoom across the room at breakneck speed. “Are you seeing ghosts?” Marvin asked her in his special I’m-talking-to-a-cat voice. “Do they spook you?” He leaned over and let Ragamuffin hop out of his arms, who huffed and went to sit on top of the snake terrarium.

“Cuties,” Chase muttered. “Anyway, what’s up so far?”

“Not much. We got the cake and plates and stuff out.” Marvin gestured to the coffee table, where a tall chocolate cake sat under a plastic container. There was a stack of three plates, accompanied by knives and forks. “We considered making popcorn, but figured you’d probably want to be here for that.”

“You could’ve gotten started without me,” Chase said, smiling nervously. 

“Yeah. But we didn’t. We’ve just been chilling.”

And Chase had kept them waiting. He tried not to visibly wince. “Well, we can get started now.”

Cake first, then the movie? JJ suggested.

“Sounds great!” Marvin said cheerfully. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Chase’s hand, swinging it slightly. “Glad you could make it, dude!”

“Hah. Glad to be here.” And he was. Really, he was.

They ended up sprawled across the living room, with Marvin on the sofa, JJ in the armchair, and Chase perched on the sofa’s back like a bird. They’d sliced the cake and started eating, making meaningless small talk. They talked about work for a bit, with Marvin mentioning he was looking for a new job, hopefully something he could preform in. Chase briefly touched on his situation running his own channel and Jack’s, but he quickly moved on; didn’t want to unload everything on the other two. From there, the conversation switched to various games. JJ had been playing Subnautica, so the other two gave him tips and hints. Then Luna ran back into the room, stared at them, and ran back out, so Marvin gushed about his cats for a bit.

Chase had moved back down to the couch and was going in for a second slice of cake—it was rich cake, but his first slice had been pretty thin—when he noticed it. There was a manila folder on the coffee table. One which looked familiar. “Hey.” He picked it up. “Isn’t this the, uh, case file thing? You still have it?”

Marvin shrugged. “Well you haven’t asked for it back. I read through it already, but I’m...doing some rereading.” His brows furrowed, in confusion. “I thought I’d read something recently, wanted to see if it was in that. Do you want it back?”

“No, no, I’m good.” Chase started thumbing through the papers. He didn’t linger too long on any one of them, especially not the ones with photographs. A few words stood out: crime scene, fingerprints, flashes of names.

JJ cleared his throat, and stood up. I’m going to make some tea, he said. Either of you want anything?

“No. But thanks,” Marvin replied.

“Yeah, um, I’m good, thanks,” Chase said.

JJ nodded, and vanished through the doorway leading to the kitchen.

“Do you...think we made him uncomfortable?” Chase whispered to Marvin.

“I...don’t know.” A flash of sudden panic flew over Marvin’s face. “Why, did we say something?”

“I don’t know, he just kind of left suddenly.”

“I thought he just wanted tea.”

“I mean, he could.” Chase looked down at the case file in his hands, folding it closed. “But I think...h-he also seems a bit uncomfortable when we mention Schneep. I guess the last visit he had with him kind of freaked him out. But I think they’d really like each other, you know.”

“Yeah, they have a similar vibe,” Marvin nodded. “Damn, I really need to go see Schneep. I keep forgetting. I say, ‘I’ll put it in my calendar after I’m done with this thing’ and then I forget while I’m doing the thing, so I forget to make a note of it, so I forget to do it all together.”

“God, mood, bro,” Chase sighed, rubbing his eyes. “But at least you managed to see Jack, so that’s something.”

Marvin suddenly snapped over to look at Chase. “How do you know about that?”

Chase paused, confused. “I...was there?”

“You were? You saw me?”

“Um...yeah?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Marvin asked, sitting up straight.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Chase shook his head, now utterly baffled. “I did say something. Multiple somethings!”

Marvin sat his plate on the coffee table. “Well, I guess I didn’t hear you. You should’ve walked up to me instead of just going away, it would’ve been less awkward.”

“Dude! We had a whole-ass conversation!” Chase gaped. “You came up to me first, remember?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“When we ran into each other at the hospital?” Chase asked. “Remember? I was in Jack’s room, and you came in and said you wanted to talk to Jack so I left? The twenty-first of August? Any of this ringing a bell?”

Marvin held up a hand, asking Chase to pause. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it. A few swipes later, Marvin looked up at Chase with wide eyes. “The twenty-first?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded.

“Um...Chase...” Marvin said slowly. “I just checked my calendar, and I didn’t go see Jack until the twenty-seventh. You weren’t there at all.”

“What?” Chase just stared at him. “Is...is this a prank? Cause it’s kind of a mean one, bro. My memory’s already shitty enough.”

“I swear to you this isn’t a prank or anything, Chase. I wasn’t there.”

Marvin sure sounded serious enough. But he’d always been good at putting on a performance. Chase shook his head firmly, and stood up. “No, I saw you there. Stop fucking...don’t lie to me. I have enough to deal with.”

“I’m not lying to you!” Marvin got to his feet as well. “Chase, I don’t know what you saw, but it wasn’t me!”

“Well I don’t see things!” Chase protested. “I never had before, so why would I start now? Why would I just imagine you being there?”

“I don’t know!” Marvin started biting his thumbnail, but then stopped to ask Chase a question. “What happened when you saw me there? What did I say?”

“This is ridiculous,” Chase muttered. “I don’t know, you knocked on the door, cause I closed it, so I opened it. Then you were like, ‘oh so you are here, are you busy’ and I was like, ‘no, nice shirt, hey it’s been a while,’ and you said, ‘yeah, do you mind if I talk to Jack?’ and I said, ‘no, it’s okay, I’ll wait outside,’ so I waited until you came out and I went in to say goodbye to Jack and then I left too.”

“What shirt was I wearing?” Marvin interrogated. “Why’d you comment on it?”

“I don’t know, it was a green T-shirt, I thought it was a little weird so I said something about it.” Chase shrugged.

Marvin inhaled sharply. “You thought it was a little weird that I was wearing that, when I only wear green for St. Paddy’s Day and I hate the feeling of wind on my skin?”

“I mean, yeah a little, but—”

“I don’t own a green t-shirt, Chase!” Marvin suddenly shouted. “You know I don’t like them! You can go look in my closet and hamper if you want, I don’t have anything like that.”

“Well, who was it, then?” Chase demanded. “What, are you saying that someone was pretending to be you—”

Crash!

Marvin and Chase turned in unison towards the sound. JJ was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking very pale. The remains of a ceramic mug were shattered at his feet, tea spilled across the floor. “Jameson?” Chase asked. “Are you alright?”

Jameson was frozen, barely breathing, eyes wide. Marvin took a step forward, reaching out a bit. “Hey, is something wrong?” When Jameson didn’t respond, Marvin walked the rest of the way towards him. “JJ, please, you’re—”

Jameson suddenly turned around and dashed back into the kitchen. Marvin looked back at Chase, then darted into the kitchen as well. Chase hurried to follow.

The kitchen didn’t look any different than usual, so nothing in there could’ve upset Jameson. The closest thing to something out of place was the kettle, sitting on the counter. Nevertheless, Jameson was sitting on the floor, hands braced against one of the cabinets, head tilted down, shaking as he heaved in deep gulps of air. 

“JJ?” Marvin hesitated, then approached, getting down on his knees next to JJ. Chase leaned over the both of them, unsure what to do. “JJ, what’s wrong?”

“Ahh!” Chase jumped once he realized Jameson made that sound. “Ahh! Uuh! Hnnm nnihh, annn!” They were sounds of distress, made by a voice that couldn’t wrap itself around words. “Eee! Eh, eehhhn!” Tears were starting to drip from his eyes.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Marvin held up his hands, as if to keep them both in Jameson’s line of sight. “What do you need? Are you okay with touching?”

Jameson shook his head furiously. “Nnuh, nnnah, nnn—tih-tih-tih—”

“Okay, got it, no touching.” Marvin was careful to keep his voice soft. He looked up at Chase and shook his head, at a loss for how to proceed beyond that.

Chase, meanwhile, was scrambling over his knowledge about what to do when someone was having a panic attack. He’d looked this up before, but...well, he’d never expected to be using these steps with Jameson. Jameson had always been the calm, cheerful one. Chase shook his head. Stop concentrating on the unexpectedness of it, just go. He walked around to Jameson’s other side, slowly sitting on the floor. “Hey Jays, I need you to breathe with me, okay? Look at me. Can you do that?” Jameson managed to turn his head to the side, eyes catching on Chase. “Okay, good. Just watch me and do it with me, okay? In and out. In...” He inhaled slowly. “...and out.” Exhaled slowly. “In...” Inhale. “...out.” Exhale.

After a while, Jameson managed to keep pace with Chase’s breathing. Chase nodded encouragingly. “You’re doing great. Now, you know the 5 senses method, right? Can you do that now? Start with five things you see.”

Jameson pulled away from the cabinet a bit, casting his eyes around the kitchen. His hands came up, and he began to sign, shakily listing things he saw. Kettle. Fridge. Cabinets. Marvin. You.

“Good, good job. What about five things you can hear?”

That one took a little bit longer. You. Cats. Fridge. Lights.

“Very good. Three things you can touch?”

His hands patted the area around him. Cabinet. Tile floor. Clothes.

“Nice. And two things you can smell?”

Jameson’s tense posture had loosened up by this point, no longer breathing as quickly. Spilled tea. Marvin’s detergent.

“You’re almost there. Just one more. One thing you can taste?”

Cake from earlier. Jameson closed his eyes, slumping back against the cabinet. Thanks, Chase.

“Hey, no problem.” Chase smiled, even if Jameson couldn’t see it. “Is there anything else you need? Like a blanket or something?”

That would actually be good.

“I’ll get one,” Marvin said, standing up and leaving the room.

“Anything else?” Chase asked. “Do you want me to drive you home or something?”

Jameson shook his head. I want to keep going like this didn’t happen. Can we just...forget it?

“Oh, of course.” Chase nodded. “Yeah, we’re all just gonna—just gonna put everything in a box. Then we’re gonna close the box, duct tape it closed, and shove it under a bed. Never to be seen again, unless you want it to be.”

JJ chuckled, opening his eyes. Alright, then.

Marvin reappeared, holding two different folded blankets. “I got a normal one and then I got the weighted one Grandmam got me. Which do you want?”

“Weighted one? That’s new,” Chase remarked.

“Yeah, she just got it when I went to visit. Dude, it’s so great. And I heard it helps with anxiety problems and stuff. So I figured, I mean, if you want, y’know.”

JJ nodded. That sounds great. Can we go back to the living room?

“Yeah.” Chase got to his feet, holding down a hand for JJ to take. “Let’s go. You still want to watch the movie?”

Of course. JJ took Chase’s hand, letting him help him stand. But technically it’s a mini-series.

“Movie’s shorter,” Chase said with a small grin. “Now c’mon.”

The show passed in mostly silence, with a break to make popcorn after twenty minutes. Marvin couldn’t help but add commentary, but they didn’t have a conversation through the show as they might have otherwise. JJ remained in his place in the armchair, Marvin’s weighted blanket wrapped around him like a burrito. Once it was over, Chase turned the lights back on, ruining the illusion of them being in a movie theater.

“I love this series, guys,” Marvin said, a big smile on his face. He waved his arms, slapping his legs. “Guys, I love it so much.”

“It’s a good show,” Chase agreed, returning to sit on the couch. “I like the message about being siblings. I could show it to Sophie and Nick, but they’re a little young.” He chuckled. “Maybe in six years.”

Jameson was quiet for a while. His expression was unreadable. Then seemingly out of nowhere, he signed, Did you know I was in a car crash once?

“Wh—” Chase’s mind went blank. He could only gape at Jameson. What—? Why—? Well, sorry, of course, but—what? He realized that this was the true definition of being speechless. He couldn’t think of words, and if he could, he wasn’t sure he would say them.

Marvin, after a stunned silence, cleared his throat and said, “JJ, are you sure you want—?”

Chase didn’t know, Jameson signed idly. Didn’t I ever tell you? You know I was in the foster system.

“I—I just—” Chase shook his head. “I didn’t think to...to ask, like...that’s not something you ask someone. Why they were a foster kid, I mean. I...”

Jameson was leaning back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. I suppose that’s fair. I’ve told Marvin, but not you or Jackie. Maybe I should. Yes, that’s what happened. Family car ride. Someone in another car fell asleep at the wheel, head-on collision. Mum and Dad didn’t make it, and I hit my head pretty hard, and now I can’t talk. It’s called acquired apraxia. He spelled out the second word so there could be no mistaking it.

“That...” Chase shifted in his seat, once again rendered speechless. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marvin reach forward and pick up the manila folder that was Schneep’s case file. He started flipping through it, probably to avoid feeling awkward. “That’s...awful, Jays, I’m so sorry.”

Thank you, Jameson signed. You can guess what happened from there. Mum and Dad were the last of their respective lines, so into the foster system it was. Didn’t get out until I was sixteen. Don’t think people wanted kids that were “damaged.”

“That’s bullshit,” Chase growled. “Kids are kids. If you’re not prepared for a ‘difficult’ one—” He spat out the word like it tasted dirty. “—then you’re not prepared at all.”

Jameson smiled. You’re a good dad, Chase. 

“Oh. Um, thanks.”

Family should stick together, you know. Jameson paused. They should always look out for each other. He fell silent. The room was filled with tension, thick enough to feel it as you breathed. Jameson raised his hands—

“That’s the bitch!” Marvin suddenly shot to his feet. Chase and Jameson jumped, comically in sync, and looked over at him. “Oh. Sorry, guess I startled you.” Marvin smiled sheepishly. “I just got excited.” He looked down at the case file he was holding. “Were you guys...talking?”

Jameson shook his head hurriedly. He looked like he very much regretted what he was saying, like he’d been in a trance that he just now came out of. He even looked a little...horrified. But he put on a shaky smile. What is it, Marvin?

Oh, I was just—” Marvin opened the file to a spot he’d marked with his finger. “You know Schneep got a new doctor, since the last one disappeared?”

“Yeah,” Chase said. “Dr. Newson.”

“Yes, yes! That’s the bitch!” Marvin nodded excitedly. “I tried to visit Schneep outside of visitors’ hours, and she came out to tell me off for it. I thought her name was familiar, like I’d read it somewhere, and it’s in here.” He pulled a series of stapled papers out of the file, flipping to a specific one and reading it over. “There was this big Christmas incident, with video clues and a search for five people. Three of those people ended up dying, and apparently the third was named Jeremy Newson.” He looked up at the others. “That can’t be a coincidence. It’s not the most common name.”

Chase sat up straight. “Gimme that paper.” Marvin handed it to him. Chase scanned the details of the incident. Which included a picture of the victim, Jeremy. “He does look like the doctor lady,” Chase realized. “Holy shit, how has nobody else realized this?”

“I don’t know, I’m guessing that not everybody looked at this section,” Marvin shrugged. “And the people who did probably didn’t know of Dr. Newson when they read it.”

“If she’s related to one of the guys who Schneep supposedly killed, is that a conflict of interest?” Chase wondered. “Can we sue her?”

“I don’t know, do we need to sue her?” Marvin asked.

“I dunno, she was kind of...” Chase made a vague gesture. “There was a tone issue, when I last talked to her, let’s say that.”

“Tones probably aren’t good grounds for suing.” Marvin’s eyes were alight. “We’d need proof that she was actually doing shit.”

“We don’t know if she’s doing anything, though,” Chase pointed out. 

“Can we find out?”

JJ coughed, drawing the other two’s attention. I don’t think we should go about suing people willy-nilly, he said. Someone worse could come along, easily.

Marvin frowned. “I guess.” He paused. Chase handed the stapled papers back to him, and he replaced them in the file, closing it. “You guys want to stick around any more? Or is it time to go home?”

Chase smiled softly. “I’m...I’m ready to go home, if that’s okay.” He was very, very tired. The little gathering had turned out to require more energy than he expected, and he was now into below-zero, in terms of energy. He wanted to lie down forever and never wake up.

“Alright, that’s cool,” Marvin nodded. “JJ?”

I can stay for some time longer, JJ said, considering. Not too long, though.

"Got it. In that case, see you later Chase? Text you or something?”

Chase shrugged. “Sure.” He wasn’t sure if he’d answer, but Marvin could just text him anyway. In case.

Goodbye, Chase, JJ signed.

“Bye, Jays.” Chase headed to the door.

“Wait!” Marvin looked around. “Where’s Luna? Is she in zooming-toward-the-door range?”

She’s not in the room, Marvin, JJ signed with a smile.

“Alright. Go ahead, Chase.” Marvin waved a bit. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” Chase opened the door and went outside, quickly closing it behind him in case the tiny cat was indeed somewhere in the room. Once he was in the clear, standing out in the evening air, he sighed. Deeply.

This had been...a lot. A lot he wasn’t expecting. But he was done with it now. Time to go home, get in bed, and not get out.

Chase walked to his car, pulling his keys out. As he unlocked the door, he saw...something. Someone was sitting on a bench on the side of the road, reading a book. Nothing too strange. But he frowned at the figure anyway. This felt...familiar.

He shook his head, and got inside the car. He was just tired. And ready to get home. So he headed in that direction, never noticing how the figure on the bench turned to follow him with his eyes.

——————

“You’re gonna break your wrist. Probably.”

“Thank you, Jackie, very help—ow!”

Jackie looked across the room to where Dr. Laurens was. “Told you.”

Laurens hissed. She’d been trying to yank her hand free of the handcuff for the past five minutes, and it was clear by now that it was too tight for her to make any headway. She sighed, shifting from a crouch down to sitting on the floor. Her wrist throbbed. It felt like the metal of the handcuffs had cut into her skin. And her head was pounding again. She watched Jackie silently for a little bit. “Why do you do that?” she asked.

“What, this?” Jackie was doing sit-ups, curling up and down with his hands behind his head. He didn’t stop to go look at her this time. “You’re the psychologist, you should know about how it’s important to keep a routine when isolated. Until you showed up, I had a period of like three months where I saw literally no one.”

“No one?” Laurens asked. “What about...him?”

Jackie faltered. “He...didn’t really talk to me. Well, h-he did for a little bit, but then he gave up, even when I did see him. So...yeah, he doesn’t count.” He resumed his exercise, now flipping over to do push-ups. “Another reason I do this. So I keep in shape and I can kick his ass when the time comes.” He chuckled, but his words sounded a bit...hollow.

“Hmm.” Maybe she should start up an exercise routine too, then. She was already getting bored, sitting on the floor. Sure, she was handcuffed to a pipe, but Jackie was cuffed to a support pillar, and he’d managed to work around that. “You do anything else?”

“Lot of daydreaming. Remembering. I don’t know.”

They fell silent for a moment. Laurens closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, managing to wedge her head between some of the wooden supports to rest against the cool concrete. She let the headache take over, a tiny drum pounding in her temples and forehead.

Some minutes later, Jackie had given up on his routine, and was now lying on the floor spread-eagle, staring at the bare rafters overhead. “So...what did he want?” He asked softly.

Laurens opened her eyes. “He just asked me a bunch of questions. About Schneep, mostly. Wanted to know...well, everything, basically. Everything that I knew about him.”

“You say anything?” Jackie asked dully.

“No. Nothing at all.” It was easiest to stay quiet entirely, refusing to acknowledge him. Not necessarily easy, but easiest. She recalled now that scarred face with its dual-colored eyes, the way he smiled and cajoled and got close. And she shuddered. “He’s not gonna just ask questions forever, is he?”

“Probably not,” Jackie said plainly. He looked over at Laurens just in time to see the blood drain from her face. “Hey, I mean, it might not be you. Might be me.”

“You?” Laurens repeated, aghast.

“Yeah.” Jackie looked back up at the ceiling. “That’s what he did with Schneep...once I arrived, at least. Hah...stupid me, not telling anyone where I was going, just following a lead on where he went. I should know better by now. But I thought...” He trailed off. “...I thought that...it was just Schneep. That he just left after what happened to Jack. I didn’t think anyone else was involved, but guess I found out the hard way.”

“I’m sorry,” Laurens whispered. “He...Henrik did do those things, didn’t he?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes Anti just wanted help, or for him to hold the murder tools and get his fingerprints all over them.” Jackie folded his arms. “I think it was, like, the first week I got here. Schneep and I got put in a room with some unconscious guy, and Anti told him to kill the guy. Hen didn’t want to, of course, so Anti said that...” He stopped.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Laurens said gently.

“No, I want to,” Jackie said. He took a deep breath. “Anti said that if Hen didn’t kill the guy, then he’d kill me, then the guy. And that he’d do it painfully. I told him not to listen, but then he broke my arm, and Henrik just couldn’t—couldn’t watch it.” Jackie rubbed his upper arm unconsciously. “The guy never even woke up, so there’s that, at least.” His eyes suddenly widened, as if regretting going that far. “Sorry, there’s just something about you that makes me want to talk.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Laurens said. “Which is great. I’m a therapist, helps in work.”

That got Jackie to chuckle. It faded quickly. “Look, you can’t...can’t give him what he wants, okay?”

Laurens stared at him. “I can’t promise that, Jackie.”

“I know. But...just keep that in mind. I-I don’t know.” Jackie rolled over. “I’m gonna go to sleep now. Good night.”

“Good night,” Laurens repeated.

She wasn’t tired. And it wasn’t just because there was only the concrete floor to sleep on. Apparently if you got tired enough, you’d fall asleep anywhere. No, she was busy thinking. She’d been left alone for over two weeks, luckily enough, but it seemed like things were about to change. She...didn’t know how to proceed. She knew she had to get out of here, but how? There was a way, wasn’t there? Because if there wasn’t...she didn’t want to think about it.

She watched the light from the basement window fade, and eventually the buzzing lightbulbs overhead shut off on their own, leaving her in the dark.

——————

The door closed. It must’ve opened, but he hadn’t heard that, only the swing of it shutting. His head turned to look in the door’s direction. There was someone in the room now. Did he recognize him? He felt like he did. What was the name?

“Hey, Schneep.”

He latched onto that phrase. Friend. Only friends called him that.

But what if he’s lying?

He hadn’t considered that. 

You should be lied to.

Awful, awful, awful.

Not them again. He looked up towards the ceiling. Augen, Augen. They were staring at him, blinking, all different colors. One of them dropped from its spot on the ceiling, dangling by an optic nerve. He flinched back, growling at it.

“Hey, I need you to—”

He growled at the man, too, backing up and pressing against the wall. No closer. Not until he could figure out if he was lying. The man’s uniform looked familiar. A beige outfit with a nametag that he couldn’t read—why couldn’t he read it? Where were his glasses? His hand touched his face and head, looking for where they could’ve gone. They weren’t there. His nails started to dig. Maybe they were underneath, if he could just get under there—

“Hey! Stop!” The man suddenly surged forward, grabbing his wrist. He yelped in surprise, managing to yank it away, hitting the man’s face in the process.

No grabbing! No no no no, this man wasn’t to be trusted if he suddenly grabbed people. Who knew what would happen next? When would the ropes and cuffs come in? “Nein,” he gasped out. He was shaking, breathing coming a bit harder. He could only manage the one word. “Nein, nein, nein.”

“Just calm down.” The man reached forward. As he watched, the man’s features started to twist. His eyes fell out, dripping along his face, his hair darkening.

“Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?”

It was him. “Nein! Geh weg!” He scrambled backwards, his leg hitting the frame of the bed. Bed! That would be safe, safe place from him. He immediately fell to the ground, scooting backwards until he was mostly underneath.

“I can’t underst

and you.” “What’s 

your name?” “It’s so good to see y

ou okay.” “Henrik, I ca

n’t stay like this.”

He hid his face in his hands, whining, blinking against the tears. Where was Jackie? Was he alright? Where was Jackie? Where was Jack?

“YOU KILLED YOUR BEST FRIEND!”

He was laughing at him, laughing, laughing. He screamed, trying to plug his ears. There were hands coming for him, hands reaching, and the laughing wouldn’t stop. He saw eyes, one green and one blue. Smiles in the shadow’s face.

“Come with me, Henrik. Come with me, come with me.”

“Get out from under there.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“C’mon, man. You know I won’t hurt you.”

“What’s your name?”

“I just need you to take these.”

“I’m going to keep you.”

One of those voices might be safe. But maybe not. Better safe than sorry. “Geh weg—!” He kicked at the reaching hands, his own too busy trying to cover his ears. “Get away from me! Shut up!”

Where was he? He suddenly realized he didn’t remember. He was in a room, last time he checked. Did that change? He couldn’t see any walls. It was dark. He remembered being out in the dark once. It was raining. And a man had asked him, “Are you okay? You’re blocking the sidewalk.”

Yes, yes. He remembered. He looked up at the man, and he’d mistaken him for someone else. The man had looked very similar to him, it was an easy mistake. He remembered saying, “Jack? What are you doing out here? In the rain?”

And the man had looked confused. “I’m not Jack.”

And he’d laughed. “Do not try to pull this on me, I can tell the difference between all of you. You should go home.”

The man’s confusion had slid away, right off his face as he adopted another mask. “Right, just running some errands.” The man had smiled. “Didn’t know it was going to rain. What are you doing out here?”

“I...don’t know.” He’d said that. He’d said that because he was in rough ocean waves, untethered from the boat that drifted through reality. He’d said that, and he’d started to shake as distress set in. “Again, again. I-I don’t—”

“Hey, it’s okay.” The man had smiled. It was so similar, so easy—not like the smiles he would give him later. “Why don’t we go to my house?”

And he’d nodded. He thought it was Jack. “You know how I get, thi-this will pass.”

“Yeah, I know.” The man had grabbed his arm, and started pulling, and he’d let it happen. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Was he in the house now? Maybe he was. Maybe the man—he didn’t want to say it, he didn’t want to say it—was in the room, like he’d been that night. The man had sat him down on the sofa, and let him talk and chatter, listening intently...maybe too intently. And eventually he’d fallen silent, and then he realized. “You are not Jack,” he said.

“No, I’m not,” the man said.

“I-I am sorry, I just—you look a lot like him—” Later, he’d wonder why he’d ever mistaken the man for Jack. The man’s two-colored eyes, the scars across his neck and face—ah, that was why. The face was astonishingly close, under those scars. He’d wanted to see Jack. So he’d seen him.

“Is this Jack a friend of yours?” The man had seemed interested. Friendly.

“A good friend, very good friend,” he’d said. And then the tears had risen. He remembered covering his mouth. “I think I did something very bad to him.”

And it all came pouring out, the tale of an accidental operation. The man had stayed quiet through it all. And at the end, he’d seemed sympathetic. “Sorry that happened,” he’d said.

“I need to go back, I-I need to fix it.” He’d been shaking with the need to do so.

“You’re not exactly in a good state to.” The man had smiled again. It looked a bit...different. “But if you insist, I can get you a Lyft or something. You’re welcome to stay here.”

“I need to go back,” he’d repeated. “I need to see, a-at least.”

“Alright. Give me a second, I’ll call someone.” The man had stood up. “It’ll be a while, though. You want anything to drink, or something?”

He couldn’t remember if he’d said yes. But he did remember that five minutes later, the man had handed him a mug of coffee. He’d mumbled, “Thank you,” and five minutes after that, he’d finished it. But something was wrong. Everything was slow, slow, slow-motion record with sound distorted enough to make you dizzy. “I feel...I feel strange...” he remembered saying.

And the man had smiled again. “I know.”

And he’d realized he was in trouble.

Wait, when had something grabbed his arm?

He jolted. He was in that room, that room with the white walls, and someone was grabbing him. He screamed, pushing at that someone, hitting them—him—as hard as he could. Let go! Let go! Let go!

“Calm down, Schneep.” A man’s voice. “It’s me, remember? I just need you to take these.”

He shook his head. No! No, he didn’t know if he was lying! People lied all the time, he lied all the time! Lied until he couldn’t tell if his memories were right or just more false beliefs—there was a word for those, a word, a word—more delusions! He managed to push away from the man speaking, falling back, tripping onto a bed.

“Please don’t make me do this.” The man—he had no face, no face—set something on a table, and he pulled out—

“No! No no no, nein nein!” No more needles! He hated them, they stored darkness inside and put that darkness in his mind. He couldn’t think with them. He pressed back against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. He grabbed the nearest object—a pillow, it was a pillow—and threw it at the man. It bounced right off.

“I’m so sorry, this’ll only take a moment.” The man quickly closed the distance, and managed to grab his arm. He tried to pull away, but not quick enough to stop the needle. The man quickly backed up. “It’s just a light sedative, it won’t knock you out.”

He curled up on his side, waiting. It had been him, hadn’t it? He didn’t want to say it, he didn’t want to say it. A. That had to be a name he’d given himself, didn’t it? But it had been A the whole time, hadn’t it? Pretending to be someone else, like he always did, changing faces as easily as changing a set of clothes. He wore people’s bodies—he’d felt A in his body, his, making him do terrible things. What did he want to do now? What was the needle this time?

“Okay. We’re good? Good. Look, just swallow these. I’d give you water, but not allowed.”

He felt...he couldn’t put words to it. There were song lyrics in his mind that would do that, describe it easier. He mumbled...scattering sparks of thought energy, deliver me and carry me away. 

“I’m so sorry, but you need to take this, okay? It’s going to help.”

He wouldn’t open his mouth. It seemed important not to do that. But there was a fog inside his head, weighing down his bones. So when the man squeezed the sides of his face, he let his jaw drop open. Now there was something—he recognized the feel of this. Little round something. Pill. He remembered he was supposed to eat this, right? Yes, yes. It was medicine, it was supposed to help. He swallowed it. He felt...tired.

“Okay. Good.” The man backed away. “I’ll see you later today, Schneep. Okay?”

That song from earlier had more lyrics. They were stuck in his head now. He murmured some that he remembered. Understand what’s going on inside my mind, doctor I can’t tell if I’m not me. He liked those ones.

“...okay. I’ll see you.”

The door closed again. He was alone.

But he was never alone.

“Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Puppet boy.”

He whimpered, curling into a tighter ball, squeezing his eyes shut. He was always there.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #jackieboy man #antisepticeye #brigid writes fanfiction #pwtimeline

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konnichiwa, and welcome back to the classic “Matpat video notes from hell” series

yup we’re doing this again lol. just imagine noodle from gorillaz typing this up instead of alex and it’ll almost be just like last time! today (June 10, 2019) we’ll be watching “Game Theory: FNAF, You Were Meant To Lose (FNAF VR Help Wanted).” please note that in the thumbnail it says “don’t trust the tapes!” so you too can be mad at how he’s slandering tape girl like that. and, of course, THERE WILL BE SOME (MOSTLY MINOR) SPOILERS! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. okay, video time!

-alright, starting off strong with a compilation of Poor Matpat (/s) and all the times he thought he’d made his last fnaf theory video (man i wish fnaf 4 was his last theory vid too)

-not even a minute in and we’ve already got some avengers endgame references smh

-jokingly calls fnaf vr “matpat insanity simulator” and MAN i WISH

-calls the game “an ~inflection~ point” like we get it you can use fancy words okay relax

-thinks there’s more games to come

-vr game supposedly is gonna lead us into “FNAF: The Next Generation” (bro if you’re gonna come up with a name for a list games we don’t even know are gonna exist, at least be creative with it come on)

-”the meatiest game in the fnaf library” with I SHIT YOU NOT an awful graphic of freddy’s head over a disgusting pile of “ground meat” with a big yellow sun-shape with red text that says “NO FAT!” JFC MATT WHY!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!! also y’all are welcome, i definitely took that bullet for you

-i’m only two minutes into a 23:39 video why did i sign up for this i’m gonna die

-oh joy he actually played it on gt live /s

-BRO WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE HE DID FOR THE PUPPET

-experience of the game is to “recreate the brand” and “clear its name” or w/e

-OMFG HE LITERALLY WAS TALKING ABOUT ALL THE MONEY SOCK COTTON WAS MAKING ON MERCH ONLY TO STOP AND TALK ABOUT HIS OWN FUCKING MERCH SEND HELP GET ME OUTTA HERE IM GONNA GO F E R A L

-he’s really going out of his way to say “THESE shirts are for the LADIES and THESE shirts are for the MEN” SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KNOCK YOUR TEETH OUT

-seriously man we already knew you were a Gender Binary Cop but this is ridiculous

-there’s game theory underwear. apparently. if i had to suffer through that fact so do you.

-”if you’re a fan of all the hard work we put into each and every one of our videos” WOW matt i had know idea how hard it was to steal other people’s work and ideas for your half assed theories!!!1!!11!!!

-god he makes it sounds like his theory gear is like donating to a charity absolutely unbelievable

-by the way, that ad for his own merch was from 3:32-4:18 and that’s almost a full minute (though trust me, it felt like so much longer)

-quiero matar ese hombre (translation: i wanna kill that man)

-OH. OH HE DID NOT.

-[insert stream of cursing in multiple languages that i cannot be bothered to type out here]

-this little white bitch really just said that there was only one important character missing in the vr game–golden freddy

-“noodle!” i’m sure you’re saying. “there’s nothing wrong with matt saying that!” oh no, that wasn’t the bad thing he said. ohhh no.

-and i quote: “i mean, ballora isn’t around here either, but you know i said ‘IMPORTANT’ [voice saying “buh-buh-baom!”, explosion sfx, air horn sfx]”

-気持ち悪い！(disgusting!)

-me parece que el quiere ser un hombre muerto (it seems to me that he wants to be a dead man)

-anywayyyys back to golden freddy: she’s not in the game because she’s chillin in hell with william afton APPARENTLY

-あの、ちょっと・・・(um, not really…)

-oh excuse me, she’s in hell with william to torture him, not chill with him

-also like how we’re still assuming a lot of things /s

-man this is taking a while

-cassidy (golden freddy) never gives up her soul, proves along with scrap baby plush that help wanted takes place after pizzeria simulator

-franchise is trying to rebuild itself after yknow, a dude going on a child killing spree

-talks about the following malhare ending

-yeah we aint gonna talk about what he calls malhare

-third appearance of the name “jeremy” in the games

-says he’s put the tapes in a “cohesive narrative” order (hah, how much do we wanna bet he’s wrong?)

-lol doesn’t say the order so he can’t be called out on his bullshit (i’m too tired to try and actually piece this shit together)

-this mf really 1) called jeremy crazy 2) or maybe that he’s “just a fnaf youtuber” and 3) PUTS UP A GRAPHIC OF HIM AND MARK GIVING EACH OTHER A HIGH FIVE. bold of you to assume you deserve to be near him mister patthew.

-[GORE WARNING] his take on the jeremy incident (you know the one, it was mentioned in the tapes) is that the ink is blood and jeremy DID cut his face off with the paper cutter. if you’re here from the fnaf discord server, you were probably around when we all discussed that this was unlikely.

-oh wow he really just tried to tie that in with the bite of 87 huh

-he’s convinced jeremy dies (spoiler: we don’t–and neither do a fair bit of people)

-really blaming tape girl for the fact that she didn’t warn about not collecting the tapes until the fifteenth tape huh

-talks about all cassettes collected endings, and how you “lose” no matter what in any of the three endings

-thinks the player is destined to lose the game

-mentions inconsistencies and oddities in the tapes

-i.e. how tape girl introduces herself twice—in tape one and tape fifteen

-how she says in tape sixteen that she knows there’s a way to kill malhare when she can’t possibly be sure, because she clearly hasn’t done it herself (malhare wouldn’t exist otherwise.)

-as in, she’s secretly trying to get you to release malhare instead of killing him

-thinks malhare melded with her conscious after she tried to delete the audio files and then attempted to escape by making the next playtester release malhare

-meanwhile the player is stuck while malhare takes over their body

-thinks that maybe the player waits until the next playtester comes along and loses their consciousness, which lets the player out

-says that putting together the tapes is like putting together the petscop lore

-wonders how many williams are out there--could the ai be replicating itself into multiple people--but admits yeah probably not

-”but that’s just a theory.. a game theory” or w/e the fuck he says

-insert ancient meme about fnaf storyline here bc he was too lazy to make a graphic or w/e

-oh wait no he wants to talk about jeremy haha still gotta sit through this for another minute or so

-random appearance of shadow freddy he found, malhare has three toes (ffs sake not the toe theories again i thought we were done with that crap) like the footprints outside afton house in fnaf ps midnight motorist minigame

-lovelyyy he’s gonna make another video after “thinking” shit over

-”scott cawthon is the villain in his own game” OKAY WHATEVER IDGAF

-i hoped you enjoyed these because they were legitimately the second or third worst experience of my life and i’m really not exaggerating

#fnaf vr #fnaf vr spoilers #fnaf hw spoilers #fnaf hw #matpat video notes from hell #part 2 #はい、私は怒っています #ヌードル.txt

[avalancheobsessed]

Special Pt 5 - Tyson Jost

A/N: Y/ALL! IT’S FINALLY HERE! IT TOOK FOREVER BUT IT’S HERE!

W/C: 2006

Warnings: N/A

It's been 2 days since you've last seen Tyson in person and 3 days until he is supposedly going to surprise you. The snow outside was already melting since Colorado weather is what you like to call, bipolar weather. It can be a blizzard one day and 90 degrees the next. That didn't stop you and your Colorado friends from going sledding though. You met up at the mall sometime before 8. All you can remember about getting there is chugging coffee to avoid falling asleep at the wheel and blasting your favorite playlist til your ears were ringing. It takes about 2 to 3 hours to get to the hill in the mountains that everybody likes and those hours were not very pleasant. Not for you at least.

"You gotta dish the details sis," your best friend, Alyssa, says after you're all situated in the car. There's 5 of you total: You, Alyssa, Sadie, Emma, and Payton. Four of you met in freshman year of highschool but Emma was a year behind in 8th grade. Ever since then, you've never kept any secrets from them and told them absolutely everything no matter how personal or tragic. They were always there, and they always would be.

"Oh my gosh yes you have to tell us," Payton chimes in, nudging you in the stomach. You shake your head with a slight smile on your face, trying to hide the red that's spreading everywhere.

"Guys she's blushing! Aww," Emma says on the other side you. Why did you have to be stuck in the middle?  

"C'mon (Y/N)," Sadie, who is driving, encourages, "We know who he is. How did you meet him?"

You sigh, desperately wanting to avoid this conversation because it makes you all bubbly inside and that scares you.

"Well," you start, "We were on the same flight to DIA and by the power of whoever controls this stuff, he sat down next to me." The girls giggle and shift in their seats with excitement. You continue the story, "And I, um, bitched to him about my English assignment which he ended up helping me with," they give you a look, "willingly," you add.  

"Okay," Emma says.

"Ok?" You ask.

"What else! There has got to be more than a stupid English assignment and flight delay," Alyssa says eagerly.

You sigh and end up telling them everything. Not just how you met, what you said, did...felt, but also what happened after. Running into JT and Kerf, getting Chloe hockey equipment, meeting up with Tyson. The not-so-nice DMs and comments you got on some Instagram pictures. They all listen intently, nodding and making some noises here and there. When you finish your story, you sit back and close your eyes releasing a stressful breath.

"Hun, you got a husband right there," says Sadie, who has been quiet the whole time focusing on the roads. You don't quite process what she says until everyone is agreeing with her.

"Wait, what. Sadie no. I just met him," you sputter out quickly. She just- she didn't mean- do I- what?

"So? He's totally into you, and you're totally into him. You gotta take him off the market before someone else snatches him up." You roll your eyes at her comment.

"He's just a friend and a great guy. He doesn't like me that way." All four of them scoff.

"Dude you are so stupid. You really think a guy you just met, who's 'just a friend' would want to hang out with you twice in one day, promise to make your birthday special, and every other damn adorable thing you told us? Nah. He likes you. Admit it. We're right, you're wrong," Payton says, grabbing your phone from your lap.

"Woah woah woah what are you doing!" You grab for your phone but Payton blocks you with her back, shoving your arms away with hers. You're still processing what she said when she puts the phone up to her ear.

"Dude! What the hell are you doing!" Payton shushes you, and everyone quiets down. You can hear Tyson say hello in a sweet voice. Payton turns her head, eyes wide and doesn't say anything. Tyson says hello again, this time adding your name. Payton shoves the phone into your open hand and you put it against your ear without a second thought.

"Hey!" You greet, everyone except Sadie watching your every move.

"Hey (Y/N)," he speaks softly with a hint of raspiness in his voice, "What's up?" You glance at your friends and bite your lip. What is up? You just gushed about him to your friends so one of them called him because she knew you wouldn't?

"I'm just heading up to a sledding hill in the mountains with some friends. Sorry, did I wake you?" You glare at Payton. No, you didn't wake him. Payton woke him.

"Yeah but it's fine. It's nice hearing your voice early in the morning," he says and you can hear the little smile he has on his face as he does. You start smilingly uncontrollably and melt into your seat. Your friends smile with excitement and Alyssa wiggles her eyebrows at you. You slap her elbow which results in a quiet screech.

"Aw I'm sorry. I uh," you aren't quite sure what to say, "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do something tomorrow?" You hear shuffling on the other end and your voice echoing. He must've put you on speaker.

"Well," his voice sounds far away, "I've got practice tomorrow morning but you can come and we can get lunch after? How does that sound?" You smile at your friends, now thankful that Payton called him.

"That sounds great, I'll be there," You're about to hang up when he starts saying something.

"You know actually, I could pick you up before practice and drive you there if you want?" He's taken you off speaker, and also off-guard.

"Oh! Um, yeah! Sure!" You stumble over your words and feel the heat rising in your cheeks. They're grinning at you now all proud like they've won the 'Getting Your Lonely Friend A Boyfriend' award.

There's silence for a moment, just breathing. Alyssa opens her mouth to say something and you clamp a hand over her mouth so she doesn't ruin whatever is happening.

"You know (Y/N)," Tyson breaks the silence, "I'm glad you called. I know we haven't known each other for a long time but you're a good friend." Your heart can't help but sink a little at his words.

"Thanks Tyson. You are too." You respond before putting your thumbnail to your teeth. You say your goodbyes and hang up. Your friends can sense the drastic change in your mood and turn on the radio so you don't have to talk. The remainder of the drive is filled with music, and eventually more talking, just not about Tyson.

When you get to the sledding hill, you're all excited to see that it isn't crowded and that there are no little kids. There's only a couple small groups of people that at the moment are drinking hot chocolate at some of the picnic tables. As you're all unpacking the sleds and snow clothes, Payton elbows you in the stomach.

"Ow! Jesus Payton can you not?" You exclaim, massaging where her elbow hit. She ignores you and instead nods at a group of boys at the top of the hill and one of them watching your group. You eye him cautiously, almost like a threat. A 'hurt my girls and you will pay' kind of threat. He shines a bright smile in return and you turn away from him.

"Okay he is so into you Payton," you whisper to her while grabbing your snow coat and boots. "You should go say hi." You see her smiling and shaking her head out of the corner of your eye.

"Dude you are so stupid. He isn't looking at me, he was looking at you," she glances over your head, "and he still is." You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed, before turning to look back at the mystery guy. Payton was right. His eyes are trained on you. Well shit.

"Nope. No. No way. This is not happening." You say much louder than necessary.

Payton rolls her eyes, "Don't tell me you're loyal to someone you're not even dating yet."

"Ah you said yet. Meaning Tyson is someone worth waiting for," You reply, walking around the vehicle to grab your phone.

"Well why not make him move a little faster then? Make him, ya know, jealous," she replies with a wink or two.

"Nope. Nope nope nope. That isn't happening," you open up Snapchat and take what you deem as a cute selfie.

'Can't wait for tomorrow!' you click on Tyson's name and then shove your phone in your pocket after it sends.

"Fine. Be lonely forever, I don't care," Payton exclaims, throwing her hands up in surrender. If you only heard her voice you'd think she was mad, but she has a cheeky smile on her face.

"Are we ready to go ladies?" Sadie asks, holding her sled.

"Yeah," you say, grabbing your sled, "we're ready."

She locks the car and you all make the trek up the hill.

"We are so racing," Alyssa says to you, a challenging glare accompanying it.

"Okay Hot Shot, let's go," you laugh.

You set your sled down and get in position. Emma stands in between the two of you and counts down.

"3...2...1," she pauses, "GO!"

You both take off down the hill but you move your weight too forward on accident and flip. You feel the snow slip under your sweatshirt and soak your undershirt. Letting go of the sled, you drag yourself on the snow to slow down. When you stop moving you hear all your friends laughing and Alyssa walking over to check on you.

"You good?" She asks, sticking a hand out. You take it and haul yourself off the snow.

"Yeah I'm good. I totally get style points for that right?" you say with a laugh.

Alyssa laughs and nods, "Sure." She turns to walk back up the hill.

"Hey," you call out to her, "I'm gonna chill down here for a bit."

She sends a nod your way, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but my clothes are soaked now so I'm gonna change."

She nods again, and you disappear to the car, taking your sled with you. It takes you a few minutes to find your extra shirt and college sweatshirt and this time around you decide to grab your actual winter jacket. You walk back to the hill but decide to sit down at one of the picnic tables. After a few minutes of sitting, you hear footsteps behind you and turn your head.

"Hi," says the guy from earlier. The sun reflects off of his blonde hair, making it look almost like gold.

"Hi," you reply, turning your head back to the hill.

"Okay. Never had a girl reject me that quickly," he says passive-aggressively. You roll your eyes.

"Well when you're staring at a girl from a distance, you shouldn't expect them to treat you like you're not a creep." You grab your sled and stand up to start sledding again.

"Hey, maybe I'll see you around?"

"Where would you see me around?" you ask, turning around.

"Your sweatshirt. I go to the same college. Have you never seen me before?"

You shake your head at him, "Oh. And yeah, I've never seen you before."

"We hang out at the on-campus park if you ever want to come say hi."

"Okay. Thanks for the info," you say dismissively before walking back up the hill to your friends. You didn't want to be rude but the guy was staring at you and your friends like a creep. It's not attractive.

"Hey (Y/N)," Alyssa says, "ready to go again?"

You send a cocky smirk her way, "Oh yeah."

#Tyson jost #Colorado avalanche #special #special part 5 #nhl #hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #imagine #sledding