Snippet #2507565

B.B was taken back by what Jeff said. "You wouldn't get it I guess. I don't want to hurt her dumb dumb. You'd call it improving her killing desire. I never once used force on someone. Well.... At least not someone I wanted to change." He thought about the one girl who ended up becoming a serial killer after killer her stalker. She wasn't his best masterpiece, but she was a good first work of art. Another was this news anchorman, who murdered his hole family. That was a little hard for him to get someone to to do. While on his meds he couldn't even seem to fathom how he got the man to do that. Though he knew he could make someone want to kill him. Maybe that was what he really wanted. Nah, he thought to himself. "Anyways, I wouldn't do anything close to what you did for her," B.B said sarcastically. "I'm sure she's hell a happy with you for that gift of yours eye. Hehehe."

When the boy passed them both, B.B gave little notice to it, but part of him wanted to try to make Jeff flip out and kill that boy. However, it seemed both of them were too doped up to even want to raise a finger in thought of the boy and the both of them continued walking. As they walked in silence down the halls, Jeff next question made B.B think a little bit. "You know what mate, I sort of do have a small feeling in my stomach. It's mostly in my head though. Whenever I try to think of anything negative, or anything fun in our cases, my mind gets all foggy. I bet you the slender has it too. He has to have it worse than me. I'm not even sure how he retains his power. Unless... Unless he likes watching all of us suffer. What and anus. How could he be happy with just that?"

He stopped talking, in case his loud thoughts could be heard. When Jeff said that he was going to check on B.B's dog, the boy had no qualms with it. They wouldn't let him see his dog, but once a week, so as a sort of gift, or so they say, Jeff can look after him during the week days. B.B. didn't really care all that much. The dog could come to him through the shadows of the night if he was able to stay up. Though, the meds. It always came down to the meds. B.B. had to find a way to stop the feeling of the meds, but how could he when Slender was behind every..... corner.

"Nice. So you knew I was gonna skip class to go back to my room aye? Or did you think I would go back to the library to read up on history. What do you want? I ain't got all day."

The man in front of him had no face. Nor did he look alive, but he moved like he was a psychologically deranged man. Giving him a piece of paper, the man left as soon as he came. B.B. never had any words or fists traded with the slender on, but he didn't like him all the same. He only liked Jeff so far, but there was only so much fun he could have with another prisoner. Though, events like what happened the day before were interesting and kept time moving forward, that wasn't B.B.'s goal in life. No. His goal was to show humanity just how ugly they actually were. No. Not ugly. However, he did see them all as beast. It was true though. He'd seen it with his own eyes. Even shown it to other people. At night, when you think your eyes are playing tricks on you. Look in the mirror. You'll see a beast, and that beast will be you.

Ugh. I gotta snap out of this. What's with this paper now?

Looking at the contents of the paper, B.B's eye's grew wider with anticipation. His red devilish eyes that hid behind his black bangs glowed with life that hadn't been in them since before the incident with that defect. "So, if I make sure this person is okay, I might be able to see what happens when a calm ship meets a polar ice cap. Well, he sure knows how to gain my loyalty. I swear on my mother if I'm not apart of it, this place would be enough to make the sanest man shed his skin."

It was like a loud thought, the way he talked, but it meant much much more than that. It was basically giving his word, and for people like him, their words were their bond. He couldn't break it. All he had to do was watch an egg boil and help make sure it didn't crack. Hell, a baby could do that. He proceeded to the front of the school, where he was sure someone would come. If not, he wouldn't wait for long. Maybe he'd see what that smell was that went after Jeff. Though now, he was patient. Meeting a new person would prove fun in either environment, though the fact that he was considerably tired from his meds, he'd rather not walk through the woods. Even if he did go, he wouldn't make it far. He'd be damned if he was going to use his one dog day today. So, to some up all his thoughts, he decided to sit by the front steps of the school and wait. He was sure, something would happen sooner or later.