There was a hint of annoyance on Sally's face when she looked at Toby. Her eyes squinted, wiping away the constant blood that always dribbled down her forehead. She seemed more upset at Toby over the blood as if it was now nothing but a minor inconvenience.

"No."

The word was simple. Clear. But he really didn't understand why it was spoken. All he asked for was for her to move her stuffed animal out of the seat so he could sit down.

"Oh, uh, ok... okay," Toby said, "I'll just eat while standing up."

Sally gave him a firm look as Toby walked past, the kind of look only a CreepyPasta could carry. She definitely wanted to kill him.

The same look was held by Jeff when he slammed the fridge door shut on Toby's face. He gave a low snarl, more comparable to an attack dog over a teenage boy.

"I'm sorry, if you're not a CreepyPasta then you can certainly go out and buy your own food," Jeff said, hand firmly pressing against the fridge door.

Toby took a moment to look at him. He could force open the fridge door, he had a good few years of age on Jeff, and he also had much more training. But he was trying to make some sort of bond with these people, and forcing open the protected fridge wouldn't exactly shout friendliness.

There weren't a lot of options in the house to befriend. Sally and Jeff already were clearly stating their stances, Zero and Jane already didn't like him, Ben was... something, Smile Dog was a dog, and Laughing Jack was a terrifying man Toby wanted to avoid at all costs. Not a lot of great options.

Well, there was that one guy who was locked inside of his room, but he didn't seem very keen on meeting anyone.

Maybe he should just stay in the garage for a bit until the cops believed he was dead. Then he would leave. As much as he wanted to reassure Clockwork he was alive, he wasn't sure if this was a great alternative. They both saw how mingling with other CreepyPasta went before. Valentines Day always would resemble that now. He could never look at that day in the same light again.

Toby, realizing his arm had snaked up, quickly lowered it. Jeff didn't seem to care about the tic, only waiting for Toby to leave the fridge.

"Come on, I'm... I'm not trying to do anything to you guys," Toby said.

"Doesn't matter. Your existence bothers me." Jeff only growled at him. "Disowning the CreepyPasta name? Bullshit."

Toby didn't have a response to that. How could he? This boy had the right to be pissed off. What Toby did would insult a lot of CreepyPasta. Publicly denouncing the name after working for the man who practically owned the name. Much less the man that everyone considered the "big boss". It sure as hell looked like some sort of power, even a narcissistic trip.

Ben, who walked into the kitchen, awkwardly stared at them for a moment before he shot out finger guns and started to retreat back into the living room from where he came. "Cool."

Their awkward stare continued. Toby, hoping that maybe Jeff would allow him access to the fridge, and Jeff, who seemed keen on preventing Toby from eating anything that day.

Then, there were footsteps.

And man, did the guy look rough.

Brown hair that was greasy and ruffled, empty eyes with a lot of black liquid dripping from them, creating a small trail down the hallway underneath him. Sweat clung to his gray skin, and a thick blanket covered in dark stains, presumably from his eyes, was wrapped around his shoulders.

"... What the fuck, Jack?" Jeff asked, being the first to speak up.

"Had a rough few days," Jack muttered.

"Yeah, no shit."

The demon only shrugged sloppily. "Where's L.J? I need some more organs. I ran out of my stash."

"He's in Sans' room with Bean."

And with that, the man stalked off away from them. Toby only watched quietly, unsure of what exactly he just watched.

"Please just let me... me get some - fuck - food," Toby said.

"Get bent." Jeff offered a frown at him, despite the permanent smile on his cheeks.

Toby left the kitchen with no food that day. He had to wait for Clockwork to bring him some back to her room because Jeff decided that he wanted to spend his day guarding the kitchen. Smile Dog, who noticed Toby standing awkwardly down the hall, only gave a weird shrug that his body would allow.

"Jeff grew up with no choice of being a CreepyPasta. So did Sally. You should have seen the fit Jeff threw when he heard you choose to not be a CreepyPasta anymore," Smile Dog said. He sighed. "It's not your fault for their reaction, but it's a valid response. To them, it's like they were poor and you choose not to be poor anymore by just saying so. Even though you had a damn good reason to be afraid of being poor."

It took Toby a moment. But once he realized what Smile Dog said, he lowered his arms to his side.

"You know why I left," He said.

His tongue clicked a few times as he stared down at Smile Dog. Why wasn't he surprised he knew?

"I saw the grave. And I saw her boyfriend's reaction."

"O... Oh."

The rest of the day didn't go as well either. His only allies there were Clockwork and Sans, and Sans was still up for debate in Toby's mind. He seemed nice, but he also was... well, confusing. Toby was so desperate to finally find normal again, but he didn't think he'd find it here. Sans was dating Laughing Jack of all people for heaven's sake. It was such a whiplash that he had no idea how he should perceive Sans. Especially after the awkward brunch they had together. He felt like he knew Sans a little too much and not enough all at once.

Out of everyone, he didn't realize that Sally would be the biggest threat to him. Probably because they met before. Considering that she adored Slenderman when he used to visit her, Toby betraying him certainly had to piss her off. Jeff was one thing, but Sally full-on was planning on killing him.

And he knew that because she tried to stab him.

Thank god she was a little girl and he was a trained killer, so she completely missed, instead embedding the knife into the wall when she dared to try.

"What the - the fuck?" Toby said, stumbling back into the hallway.

Sally tried to pull out the knife, frowning when she found it stuck firmly within the plaster. After that, she huffed, turning and stomping her feet. "CreepyPasta are my family! You're not a CreepyPasta so you have to go before you try and influence Sans!"

Toby didn't even bother to question what the fuck that meant. Without giving her a second chance to try and kill him again, he dove into the nearest room and slammed the door shut behind him. Back against it, shoulder rolling, and a breath of relief.

Until he looked up. And there he was. Laughing Jack, standing above him, looking down with grey eyes that would always terrify him.

"Oh." That was all Toby could force out.

A little coo escaped his arms. As Laughing Jack kept staring at Toby, unblinking, he gently began to rock his arms. No other parts of his body moved. Not even a single twitch in his expression.

Somehow that was both amusing and scarier at the same time.

"This is me and Sans' room. And Bean's," Laughing Jack said.

Toby took a glance behind him as his hand twitched about. He was seriously considering taking the immortal girl with a knife over the unarmed man with the baby. The man with the baby felt way more dangerous.

"Sorry, I'm uh... avoiding someone." Toby managed to point behind him.

And just like that, Laughing Jack's body seemed to kick into gear again. He straightened with a shrug, before returning to the bed and sitting down on it. Completely uninterested in Toby.

"I thought you were Eyeless Jack again, he gets his food from me. I have a lot of food for him," Laughing Jack said.

"Ah... ah, okay."

He wasn't going to try and kill him? Fill him with candy? Toby worked for the man that helped trap Laughing Jack in his box. He didn't seem to like him, but considering the clown's history, Toby should be dead by now.

"Why aren't you... you killing me?" He asked.

Laughing Jack glanced up at him as Bean grasped onto one of his bandages around his waist, pulling at it to try and unravel it. She babbled incoherently. As babies tend to do.

"Should I?" He growled.

"I -"

"Sansy asked me not to kill anyone. He wants us to focus on Bean. You aren't the top person I want to kill."

Holy shit, he was whipped. Toby didn't realize the extent to how far gone this man was over Sans the fucking skeleton.

And maybe he should try to talk Sans into having lots of kids with this man so Toby could survive for a long time.

Oh, who was he kidding? This house was a mistake. Everyone hated him. He was terrified of the owner's boyfriend. He wanted to reassure Clockwork he was safe, but this house might get him killed first.

"I have so many people I want to get rid of. Specifically, that damned brother of his, who still walks around. Even though he doesn't deserve to." Laughing Jack stared blankly at the wall as he spoke.

"Not Slenderman? He..."

Toby seriously thought Slenderman would be at the top of the list. That was part of the reason why he was so scared of this man.

Instead, Laughing Jack only grinned. "I hate him, but he only hurt me. Papyrus hurt Sans. A lot."

Wow. Okay. This was... Toby felt another tic go through him but barely paid any attention. He didn't know how to feel about this. At all.

Bean suddenly wiggled around in Laughing Jack's arms, causing him to snap his head down towards his child before back up to Toby. "Can you help me train her legs?"

"What?" Toby asked.

"My little skeleton got excited when she started to crawl, so I've been trying to train her little boney legs so she can walk a lot early and make him really really happy."

Oh. That was kind of adorable. In a weird way.

"And so she can grow faster and kill everyone she wants to," Laughing Jack added, smiling down at his daughter.

Not as adorable. What did he expect?

"I uh..." He glanced away. Either this or try to dodge Sally again. "S... Sure."

And there he was, on the floor, holding his arms out to help catch a baby crawl back and forth between them. With Laughing Jack.

Toby was sure that day had to be the weirdest day he's ever experienced. First, he had to pretend to be a husband to some skeleton at a brunch for over an hour. The same skeleton that was dating his ex-girlfriend's current girlfriend. Then he went back to the house, almost got stabbed, and then was helping someone who killed at least a thousand people with his baby.

"You should try not to get stabbed by Sally later, Sans is tired and he gets upset if he's woken up in the middle of the night," Laughing Jack explained suddenly.

"... I'll try." Toby stared at him with a sarcastic 'wow really?' expression.

"Sally won't like you for a long time. She hates everyone who isn't a CreepyPasta. You aren't one, so she'll hate you. It's why she got rid of Sans' brother."

She...

Curious Toby couldn't help himself. When Bean reached him he gently turned her around, very carefully because he's never held a baby before. She felt so fragile, so he made sure he was extra careful when she was within reach. Especially because of his tics. He didn't want to risk his arm snapping out and possibly hitting her. This is the first time in years he's held a baby.

"I thought his brother left him - wheeep, wheeep - for dead," Toby said.

"He did. But Sally would have gotten rid of him another way. I heard her plans." He snickered at the idea, before quietly sweeping aside some of Bean's bangs when she approached. "So she'll probably try to use that plan on you eventually. But Jeff won't last long. He just thinks you believe you're better than everyone. Once he interacts with you more he'll drop it."

Laughing Jack simply didn't seem to care about any of this. He seemed rather informed, but his focus was entirely on Bean and Sans' name whenever he brought it up.

He was entirely different from what Toby remembered of him. This man wasn't interested in death, wasn't obsessed as he thought. He just didn't care. That entire time. And now he had something he cared about.

It was weird. Toby wasn't sure how to feel about all of this. It was a day and a half he just had, and he was never really good at processing emotions in the first place.

But at least the baby was cute. Like, extremely cute. She gave a stare that she could get from nonother than the Father four feet away from him, but still cute. Who could ever hate babies? They were so precious.