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Stammering in his bed, Clock lay paranoid of the uneaven sound of footsteps from within his bedroom. The door had been locked the night before, No one was in the room with him prior. The agonizing aproach of something beyond this world edging closer and closer with each passing second as the fear of having to confront another NIghtterror lurked in the recesses of his mind.

At the edge of his bed, from outside the blanket, the steps stopped. Without a second to spare, something was on top of him. Something Heavy... Something "Real".

Throwing the creature off of him, and to the floor, Clock readies Heart to strike down the horrid abomination that would dare try and snuff him out in his sleep, and have the audacity to emerge into his world to finish the job. "What the Hell! The fuck is wrong with you!" The creature called out, fighting to escape the blanket 3 times her size. Ripping away the final fold of the cover, A pissed off, and half deressed rat emerged. "Can't i say 'Hi' in the morning for once with out you flipping your shit!?"

Still paralized in fear of the monster he was expecting to face, he remain motionless. Traumatized and conflicted. If he hadn't heastated, he'd have struck her down and regreated it, but how did she get in? he locked the door, right? Looking to the door, it was wide open. Iris could be scene dragging her head across the floor like an idiot at the end of the hallway. "I don't like being touched," he stumbled out, shaken and confused more than anything else now. "Bad Nightmares too..."

Now standing back on her feet, paling in hieght compared to her counterpart, Hands on her hips, she came to her original point of stiring the beast, "I need you to get me something! And You can't say no!"

"I'm not going to-" he started, before getting a phone shoved into his face

"Pick up something for me! they're suppose to give me something for today, but i don't trust them." Waving her phone around in his face, the adress seemed to be for the local park Iris would visit in her spare time.

Half brain dead, half to upset with himself to refuse such a simple request in recompance, he obliged. "What am i suppose to be picking up anyways?" he questioned Destiny just wore the biggest smile.

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ariving at the park, it became abundantly clear what was going on. The moment he arrived, the mood changed. "They're a drug dealer... great." Clock had no issues with drugs, or illigal activities. Just past memories of people being set up, and sold on the market in peices. From the info gave, it seemed legit. Just a guy alone in the park, with 5 of his friends all around the area, waiting for an unsuspecting girl to show up to be wisked away. "this shit gets old real fast."

Waiting in the distance, clock sent the message, 'i'm here'. right on quque, one of the unsavory men stood up, and began walking to the targeted meet up spot. "She just wanted the weed, I guess i'll have a little fun myself..."

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Hours had passed since he'd gotten back from dishing out a violent beating, and liberating most of his cargo from his victim. Hours spent locked in a room, Pinned down under a short stack with a fat ass laying on top of him, as they both partake in the joyous occation of 4/20. Clock wasn't big into drugs, but you gotta try things atleast once. Would he do it again? probly not... Would he snatch up some rat cake? Hell yea, every chance he'd get... Provided she was offering of course. the rat givith, the rat takith away...

Tho she usually provided it more than he'd like. A lot more than he'd like. Cake should be special... But Destiny is always Special.

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first thing done since i came back, not my best work, but it lokks nice anyways. only way to improve is to keep doing. and i'mma keep doing my best. Happy 420 yall. (i don't actually smoke, just got no issues with it uwu)

Description
Stammering in his bed, Clock lay paranoid of the uneaven sound of footsteps from within his bedroom. The door had been locked the night before, No one was in the room with him prior. The agonizing aproach of something beyond this world edging closer and closer with each passing second as the fear of having to confront another NIghtterror lurked in the recesses of his mind.

At the edge of his bed, from outside the blanket, the steps stopped. Without a second to spare, something was on top of him. Something Heavy... Something "Real".

Throwing the creature off of him, and to the floor, Clock readies Heart to strike down the horrid abomination that would dare try and snuff him out in his sleep, and have the audacity to emerge into his world to finish the job. "What the Hell! The fuck is wrong with you!" The creature called out, fighting to escape the blanket 3 times her size. Ripping away the final fold of the cover, A pissed off, and half deressed rat emerged. "Can't i say 'Hi' in the morning for once with out you flipping your shit!?"

Still paralized in fear of the monster he was expecting to face, he remain motionless. Traumatized and conflicted. If he hadn't heastated, he'd have struck her down and regreated it, but how did she get in? he locked the door, right? Looking to the door, it was wide open. Iris could be scene dragging her head across the floor like an idiot at the end of the hallway. "I don't like being touched," he stumbled out, shaken and confused more than anything else now. "Bad Nightmares too..."

Now standing back on her feet, paling in hieght compared to her counterpart, Hands on her hips, she came to her original point of stiring the beast, "I need you to get me something! And You can't say no!"

"I'm not going to-" he started, before getting a phone shoved into his face

"Pick up something for me! they're suppose to give me something for today, but i don't trust them." Waving her phone around in his face, the adress seemed to be for the local park Iris would visit in her spare time.

Half brain dead, half to upset with himself to refuse such a simple request in recompance, he obliged. "What am i suppose to be picking up anyways?" he questioned Destiny just wore the biggest smile.

-----

ariving at the park, it became abundantly clear what was going on. The moment he arrived, the mood changed. "They're a drug dealer... great." Clock had no issues with drugs, or illigal activities. Just past memories of people being set up, and sold on the market in peices. From the info gave, it seemed legit. Just a guy alone in the park, with 5 of his friends all around the area, waiting for an unsuspecting girl to show up to be wisked away. "this shit gets old real fast."

Waiting in the distance, clock sent the message, 'i'm here'. right on quque, one of the unsavory men stood up, and began walking to the targeted meet up spot. "She just wanted the weed, I guess i'll have a little fun myself..."

-----

Hours had passed since he'd gotten back from dishing out a violent beating, and liberating most of his cargo from his victim. Hours spent locked in a room, Pinned down under a short stack with a fat ass laying on top of him, as they both partake in the joyous occation of 4/20. Clock wasn't big into drugs, but you gotta try things atleast once. Would he do it again? probly not... Would he snatch up some rat cake? Hell yea, every chance he'd get... Provided she was offering of course. the rat givith, the rat takith away...

Tho she usually provided it more than he'd like. A lot more than he'd like. Cake should be special... But Destiny is always Special.

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first thing done since i came back, not my best work, but it lokks nice anyways. only way to improve is to keep doing. and i'mma keep doing my best. Happy 420 yall. (i don't actually smoke, just got no issues with it uwu)