Chapter 6: Rejecting the Devil.

"We've... discussed it." Stacy informs the patient nympho.

"Oh?" Jesse grins widely at Stacy's apparent reluctance to speak.

"And we've decided..." Stacy stands firm and braces herself "...that we aren't comfortable with the idea, and would rather remain here with the others."

Silence.

Jesse frowns, a cold, irritated disappointment in her eyes.

"Still no?" she asks, very little emotion behind her voice.

"At this time, it is." Stacy confirms "maybe... some other time."

But probably not. Stacy adds in her head.

At this consolation, Jesse's grin returns.

"Well, thank you for considering it." she chimes, "if, at some point, you happen to change your mind/minds, I would just love to hear from you."

At this, Stampy smiles back at her. "You're welcome!" he waves, having assumed that she would leave them alone now "the moment we're ready to go there, you'll be our first choice!"

"Ooh, and the two of you will be mine." Jesse grins, nodding agreement.

She doesn't leave.

"...soooooo, uh, was there anything else we could help you with?" Stacy asks, putting on a small, fake smile.

"Can you get Dan and Lizzie to sleep with me?" Jesse requests.

"...oh." Stacy's smile disappears "sorry, I don't know them very well, so I don't think I'd be much help with that."

"Annnd, um, Dan doesn't like me." Stampy adds "so, I reasonably doubt I would be anything but a hindrance, GOOD LUCK THOUGH!" he puts on a wide, gleeful happy face, throwing his arms out all cutesy.

"Why yes, I would like a hug." Jesse grabs and wraps her arms around the nervous cat boy, she then starts to whisper into his ear, "you know, even if Dan doesn't like you, that doesn't mean you can't help me. If we can get him to fuck me out of spite, as an attempt to anger or upset you, then that could work out quite nicely, don't you think?"

"Uhhhhhh..." Stampy drones, unsure of how to respond "I... guess it would... for you..."

"What are you two saying!?" Stacy demands, walking behind Stampy to stare Jesse in the face, leaning in to join the secret conversation within the secret conversation.

"Oh, I was just asking Stampy if he'd like to manipulate Dan to do it through his negative emotions, to hurt Stampy's feelings." Jesse actually tells the truth, since she didn't even care whether or not Stacy would hear it and just whispered so she would feel closer to Stampy than if she talked out loud.

Stampy nods to confirm it.

"Oh... okay." Stacy's cool "I don't think it'll work though." she slightly nudges Stampy.

"Oof!" Stampy reacts anyway despite it being nothing "what!?"

"Do you want me to tell her?" Stacy asks "or are you going to?"

"OOH! tell me what?" Jesse loves delicious information.

"Oh, alright!" Stampy gives in "it won't work because Dan doesn't actually have any problems with me as far as we know, it's ME who doesn't like HIM very much, but I hide it and pretend we're friends because I'm too nice to call him out on his BULLSH-"

"ERM." Stacy slaps her hand over Stampy's mouth, then turns to Jesse "you get the idea, Dan thinks they're cool, Stampy secretly dislikes him."

"Oooh!" Jesse is very interested in this, "would you like me to do something to him then? I could make him suffer, hard."

"Already made his dick hard..." Stacy mutters.

Stampy's eyes are wide and disturbed, "Uhhhhhh! n-n-no, n-not r-really, thank y-ou...!" he's terrified at the possibility that Jesse's the killer, and could be asking him if he wants her to KILL Dan. While it's true that Stampy would very much enjoy Dan's death, he doesn't want to be so directly, personally responsible for it. And most certainly does not want to be an accomplice to a psychotic murderer.

"What would you do?" Stacy raises an eyebrow, she was also thinking that this means Jesse's the killer, but she's handling it a lot better than Stampy.

"Oh, I could do lots of things." Jesse explains, "I could do more to embarrass him, I could make him uncomfortable, I could take something from him, I could hurt him emotionally or physically, I could accuse him of being the killer, I could try to get him to wander around and trigger traps, I could try to get him to confront other people about being the killer, which could be a particularly productive option..."

As Jesse goes on and on, Stacy's certainty that she's the killer rapidly approaches 100%. Stacy discretely moves her diamond sword, a shield, two health potions, a regeneration potion, her bow, and arrows into her hot bar. She prepares to select the sword, inching her hand towards it as Jesse obliviously rambles on...

"I could plant rumors suggesting that he's the killer, see? Tons of options, just take your pick." Jesse finishes.

"..." Stampy stares at her "...tough choice." he seriously thinks it over "is there any way you can make him look dumb, and me really, really smart?"

"Oh yeah, of course!" Jesse nods, pleased to see that she has Stampy so interested, "I could bring up some random fun fact or trivial thing and make up bullshit about it, telling him that something against common belief was discovered or proved about it or whatever, and then we could shoehorn it into a later conversation with you and hopefully other people, where I'll try to get Dan to blurt out the bullshit and I'll act like he totally misunderstood what I had said, and then you come in and clarify the entire subject and tell everyone how it actually works in really good detail and look totally awesome."

"Jesse..." Stampy starts, extremely serious "if you can make that happen: I will play along perfectly to the very end, and love you for it."

Jesse grins super wide.

"Sounds like a plan!" she announces, "do you understand how rhino horns and elephant tusks work? and what they're made of?"

"What and what?" Stampy's lost already.

Time to end this nightmare...! Stacy thinks, having finished taking her sword out, she hides it behind her back as she leans to the side past Stampy, getting into the perfect position to suddenly stab Jesse with a fatal blow.

"Ah-hem-hem-HEM!" Captain Sparklez, having finished his nap, calls attention to himself "will everybody gather around the table, please!?"

Shing! Stacy immediately unequips her sword, "Oh! shit, gotta go!" She pulls Stampy away from Jesse "nice talking with you byyye...!" she runs them to their seats.

"Huhhh..." Jesse sighs, heaving her shoulders with irritation at the interruption, then starts following the others towards the table.

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