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Clockwork, ugh, you hate that bitch. To be fair, you hate everyone, but hate her the most.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," you mock, your hand gripping her hair tightly. "I wonder how long it'll take for you to stop squirming."

Without warning, you shove her head back into the water of the lake, grinning as she flails, trying to throw you off of her.

"Shh, it's okay... Your time's up," you whisper, mocking her catchphrase as she stops struggling. You hold her there for a few extra seconds before standing up and looking down at your shoes. From the struggle, in which she'd managed to cut you, your blood stained your favorite pair of sneakers. Annoyed, you stomp on her back, snapping her spine, before kicking her body into the lake, leaving it to float to the surface.*

As you turn to leave, though, you notice someone watching you. Toby.

Rarely ever did anyone see him speechless. Hell, not even his mentor, Slenderman had. But here he was, staring at you from the surrounding woods, his right hand gripping one of his hatchets, his left hand twitching in what seemed to be a pissed off tick.

"...What the fuck?!"