¤The Mansion Maid¤

Chapter Thirteen

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(IT'S ALL GOOD. )

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‘Smartass’ is now online!

Smartass
Yo broskis 😎
I feel better now!!!
☺

WomanMasky
Are you sure?
I could come over and
bring you some food

Smartass
AHH ILYSM BB
But no you don't need to
Dr. Smiley said im meant
to be resting 😔
But I don't wanna
Wait
EJ
@ Imblind
Get online

Imblind
I've always been here?

Smartass
Whatever bro 🙄
Anyway
Aren't you meant to be the medic

Imblind
Ah, yeah I am.
I was a bit busy, sorry
for not being the one to treat you.

Smartass
Uh
Its all good man dw

DiscordKittenNeeded
Hey 😌
Can we hang 🥺

Smartass
Damn…

DiscordKittenNeeded
Not like that
Flipping emo 😤
I mean we don't need to have that
rope around your neck ikyk
My hands a perfect fit 😉

Smartass
Stfu
Fugly 🤬🤬
Yk what
You're a #####
…
Bro what

DiscordKittenNeeded
NAH
HOW ARE YOU TAGGING

Smartass
BRO #### # ### #####
HUH
WTH
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Nah I give up bruv
I'm not doing this

‘Smartass’ is now offline!

DiscordKittenNeeded
Grrrr

Emoboy
Shut up You furry

DiscordKittenNeeded
Don't talk I've seen ur fursona.

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You sigh, leaning on your pillow as you scroll through tiktok, it was reaching one thirty am.

A soft knock interrupted your scrolling. Wondering who was bothering you at this hour, you got up and opened the door. The curiosity was soon replaced with awkwardness. “Oh, uh, hey Toby.”

He wordlessly handed you a letter before storming off. You cock your head to the side, what is up with that guy. You eventually brush it off, going back in your room and closing the door behind you. The front of the letter had the words ‘For You.’ That's it.

You were about to open the paper, before another knock disturbed you. You put it down on your bed stand. You open the door to see a familiar blue mask. “Jack? What's up?” He moved to open the door a little more than it was, placing his hand on yours.

“A check up. Can I come in?” He tilted his head as he requested. You stepped back, giving him room to move inside. He went inside quite quickly, shutting the door behind him. You sat down on your bed, watching him lay the equipment down next to you. What's he gonna need a scalpel for?

“Lie down for me.” He pats your pillow, his eye sockets boring into you. You'd be lying if you said you weren't terrified of him. You put your head down on the pillow, relaxing on your sheets. He put his hand on the side of your neck, feeling its pulse. Isn't he meant to be wearing gloves? “Hm. Regular pulse,” he mentally noted down, his touch lingered a little longer as he pressed a tiny bit harder.