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Toxic grumbled.
Why did he have to be the one doing this?
He sighed, crossed his arms.
Got the gag they'd made.
He approached the room Frederic was in. From what that god complex cunt had told him, Frederic had already begun going crazy again.
He slipped underneath the door.
Looked.
Frederic was there, supporting himself on the wall, a freakishly wide smile on his face. His eyes had dropped from normal human ones, to just a bluish grey everywhere.
His head snapped to look at him.
A bit of drool drilled from his lips.
Freak.
Toxic approached slowly, like you would an animal. That's basically what Frederic was right now.
Just a damn feral dog.
don't call him that! Mean Frederic!! Horrible Frederic!!!
Shut up.
Finally, he got close enough.
Frederic snapped his teeth to bite him, but he used the time in which his mouth was open to put in and lock the gag.
Okay.
Well time to leave now. If those waste of paints thought he was staying an instant longer, they were wrong.
excuse me.
Leave me alone, fuck face, I did my job.
toxic slipped out same way he slipped in.
Cool.
Now he could do what he wanted.
Toxic left, to go to his spot in the apartment.
Now he could work on his project.
what IS your project anyway, Toxic
IT'S SOMETHING TO KILL US ALL
bitch shut the fuck up I can't work in this condition.
Oh!! Are we screaming now!!?? I CAN DO THAT!!!
SHUT THE HELL UP
BUT WHYYYYYY
GO DIE IN A DITCH IT'S OBVIOUS.
SEE!! HE'S GONNA MURDER US ALL
wow. Great going toxic, you got them all riled up.
Kill yourself.
OHH ARE YOU GUYS BEING DIVORCED AGAIN!?
will you stop with that. I don't even know where you came up with that.
Toxic tried his best to ignore the idiots in his mind, as he began working.
Getting fabric, string, and continuing his project.
Looking at measurements, making marks on fabric, cutting, sewing.
It was a bit harder considering he had no real experience sewing, but thanks to having Frederic's memories, he could kinda know how to sew thanks to that one phase he had in highschool.
Oh, and being made out of paint made things a bit harder too, he guessed.
It was a while he worked, before—
CLANG
what the fuck was that.
Toxic, to his dismay, set down his equipment and ventured out the room to check.
Oh.
It was just Frederic, being currently held down by Godhead. There was a crowbar on the floor.
..
oh.
wait, where had he even found a-
"WILL SOMEONE HELP A LITTLE??"
"I'LL HELP!!!"
wriggly sprang forward in what was probably the most idiotic choice he'd ever witnessed, and then watched as he tried to hold onto Frederic's legs while his torso was held down by godhead.
God, it was one guy, it couldn't even be that hard.
you try it then.
No.
Toxic sighed.
He didn't care for this.
He went back to his spot, to continue being actually productive unlike some other people in this house.