Pretending as if nothing was wrong was a chore in-of itself.
One look at yourself in the mirror, and the next thing you knew you wanted to destroy it.
Break the surface with your fist, or a face, preferably one that belonged to someone else.
Someone purple.
If it hadn't entailed bad luck and cost a replacement, you might not have hesitated.
Your fingers twitched against the cool ceramic sink, your eyes dropping away from their reflection as you reeled in a long pocket of air.
'I can't keep doing this forever.'
When you went to look up a second time, you found yourself staring down a blurry ghost of what was once your exhausted face.
The steam from the running hot water had sent fog spreading across the plane in thick ravines, hiding all the imperfections and signs of wear on your features.
Your shower was ready.
You were ready too.
You disrobed yourself, kicking your clothes into a pile against the corner before reaching behind the shower curtain (or whatever kind of shower you use) and testing the water with an outstretched palm.
The temperature was just right, a crisp warm that teetered between burning and blanketing.
You climbed inside, pulling the plastic back into place behind you (if you have that).
Misty water hit your body, and such a relief it was.
The heat cushioned the ache building in your shoulders as well as the curvature of your spine, easing you into a slouch while your hair clumped together before hiding your face in a dripping veil.
You didn't make an effort to reach for the soap, the shampoo or conditioner. You just stood there, soaking yourself, wanting the brief moment of sanctuary to last an eternity.
'Boy wouldn't things be sure of a heck lot more awesome if that purple freak just learned his lesson and left me and everyone else alone? Or better yet got fired and lived a poor homeless life because no one else would be stupid enough to to hire him? Well... maybe that's a little mean. Maybe it'd be better if he simply just did not exist. Yea that would be great. Gosh I swear though, if he keeps this crap up I will have to deliver some serious butt-whoop to make him learn.'
You did some Kung fu moves in the shower, laughing at your own antics.
You then became quiet and realized that you were starting to waste water, so you started to grasp for the body soap.
A gasp shuddered through your body when you suddenly heard the apparition of an all-too-familiar voice coo into your ear.
"Look at us now, sweetheart. We've got them all fooled."
You knew you were alone, but you couldn't shake the feeling of a... presence growing behind you.
It felt threatening.
Your mind shouted that you were in danger.
You wanted to scream when you imagined it pressing against your backside, using both its hands to lock you in place, trapped against it.
It felt like the walls were turning black, shrinking towards you.
The water was now cold.
"Now everyone knows you're mine."
No!
You whirled around, heart pounding, eyes ablaze with fear and anger.
Of course you found nothing behind you.
You were just as alone as before, in warmth and bright lights.
Paranoia was toying with your senses.
It was no longer just the accompanying thoughts that followed you after Vincent was gone.
Now he was following you.
He was like your shadow.
It isn't love.
It's just intrusion.
You panted, balling your fists before raising them if front of the sides of your skull like a boxer.
I am not a thing.
I am not a possession.
I am not his.
Never.
He can trick whoever he wants but that will never change.
You then lashed out in front of you, jabbing at the invisible figure that you imagined was there, before dropping them and finally grabbing the soap.
Despite the depth of your fury, you noticed that beneath the sickly pattern was a war raging within your psychosis.
You were conflicted, your mind torn beyond repair by all you'd pushed it through in just a few weeks' time.
This couldn't have been good for your health.
You had to do something about it soon.
Tomorrow.
I'll confront that perv tomorrow.
We'll see what he'll have to say.
But even after reaching this conclusion, you swore you heard something echoing in the back of your head while you bathed silently.
It somehow reached you over the ambiance of the water.
You cringed upon realizing it was his laughter.
Quiet, and taunting.
And it wouldn't go away.
•
•
•
Until you shouted at it to shut it's yaps then it went away.
It was nine o' clock the next morning when you awoke with a start, breathing heavily after a nightmare.
It was hard piecing together its contents, as you'd lost your grasp on the memory almost immediately after transcending back into the waking world.
For this, you were slightly grateful.
You were almost certain it involved something purple.
Though it wouldn't be the same like in real life, it would have been nice to have beat him up.
With squinting eyes, you looked around your room tinted orange by the morning sun, with bars of light bending at the edges of furniture to create a glowing mosaic.
Particles of dust glittered in the light like fireflies.
The serenity of your environment was able to clam you down some more.
Once familiar with your surroundings, you pulled yourself out of bed and clothed yourself in an Over the Garden Wall themed shirt, making a trip to the bathroom to primp yourself for the day ahead.
You were teetering, your sanity was in near shambles.
Despite your calm front, there was a story in your eyes with words warped into a language that nobody, not even you, could understand... You supposed.
To make matters worse, there were several voices instead of one, all shouting at you incomprehensibly.
It was just noise.
You quietly left your room, collecting yourself and trying to organize the manner in which you approached this newest problem.
As soon as you entered the kitchen, you saw Phantom running up and mewling with hunger, the other two following close behind.
"Good morning you three,"
You said with a soft smile, before going over to their feeding station.
You had found time yesterday to go get pet supplies, and to your luck, this time a truck didn't crash into you and you didn't loose your stuff.
You even had time to go get another container full of sewing needles.
Getting up you watched your kitties eat for a bit before doing your own thing.
Now was not the time to worry.
Only act.
That was until you glanced at your cat watch and realized you only have five minutes to get to work.
Ten minutes later and you were outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, in your car, resisting the urge to slam your head against the steering wheel over and over until you'd successfully knocked yourself out.
Gosh darn it!
Gosh heck-huckleberry-honeysuckle-darn it!
Why me huh?
Why's it gotta be me who puts up with this?
Cause you sighed up for it and knew what the price would be when you did?
Oh yea, right.
You pulled your bag deeper into the crook of your arm, brows knitting as you forced yourself to exit the vehicle.
Once standing, you promptly headed inside in a strangely dignified manner.
Almost immediately after closing the door behind you and getting accustomed with the blistering noise, Boss approached you from his open office, casting you a stern glare.
"You're late."
With wide eyes, you took a second to speak.
You knew that this had been your first tardiness since starting the job, but you didn't expect him to barge out of his office to confront you about it.
Darn beautiful alarm clock didn't wake you up from your dumb nightmare.
"I-I'm so sorry,"
You said hurriedly with an embarrassed laugh, feeling yourself shrink.
"I kinda slept through my alarm clock, but really there's no excuse. Really, I'm-"
"Don't worry about it."
You paused.
"Wha- really?"
"Yeah, I have bigger issues to deal with right now. Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
You pointed a finger up in retaliation, but before uttering another word he vanished from sight.
You turned just in time to catch him making a beeline for the dining area, his head shifting left and right as if in search of someone.
While looking towards dining room, you took notice of the stage where both Chica and Bonnie stood in their respective positions, greeting the customers with loud voices that reverberated within the shell of their costumes.
Their heads jerked every which way in such an obnoxious fashion, it wouldn't have surprised you if they went rolling off the shoulders.
Still, it was not the way they moved that gave you the creepy crawlies, but rather the reminder that at one time, animatronics from the same chain performed onstage while stuffed with rotting corpses.
You shoved those thoughts away, fighting off more shivers.
Freddy was still absent, and not knowing where he was really messed with your head.
Surely if his intentions a couple days before were harmless, they wouldn't keep him locked away, right?
As far as answers went, being emptyhanded was really starting to get old.
You were standing still in place when Scott went hurdling past you.
It didn't take much for you to notice he seemed on edge as well.
"Hey, Scott?"
You called to him, holding a hand out in beckoning.
Scott turned at the sound of his name before releasing a loud breath.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I really can't talk right now."
Your eyes squinted at him, head tilting to the side with a small frown.
"Why not?"
He became frantic again, nervous in a way you'd never seen him.
"I shouldn't tell you right now. If Boss catches us not doing our job he might go off on another rage. It's been a bad day for him. That's all I can really say."
Before you could ask for more details, the Phone Man was gone, repeating Boss' example from just a few moments prior.
Your brain deployed its mental gymnastics.
What was everyone's problem today?
When you turned around, you fell silent, your blood running cold.
Vincent was standing off at a distance, speaking with a set of parents while wearing that eerie smile.
Both the mother and father nodded to whatever words he exchanged with them, the latter taking his small child by the shoulders and leading him away to some other part of the restaurant.
Vincent watched as they left.
You figured now may be the only time to intervene.
Your hand found comfort clutching to the side of your star bag.
With a deep breath, you made your way over to him.
Oh how you'd have loved to hit him.
Tear him apart limb from limb, punish him for constantly finding new ways to drive you crazy.
But that would have to wait for another time.
You opened your mouth in forced greeting, but he noticed you before you could get a word out.
He was fixated on you.
His grin widened at the corners.
"Well look who it is! Long time no see, little helper."
"Uh... Don't call me that. Plus it's only been, what, a day?"
You hadn't realized how nervous you were, and if Vincent had he didn't mind in the slightest.
Probably because he was so jaded by it after almost no exposure.
"But anyway, what I wanted to say was..."
Your eyes swiveled side to side before meeting his,
"What's going on with everyone here? Did something happen?"
You really, truly were confused by Scott and Boss' behavior thus far.
Vincent's smile fell, his brows rounding.
"Oh, I guess no one's told you about it?"
"...No,"
You blinked at him, remembering a Star quote.
"That's why I asked: What is going on here?"
"Ah, well,"
Vincent leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Boss is having to deal with that new guy right now. And I mean really deal with him."
You knew who he was talking about in an instant.
"Jeremy? What's up with him?"
"Yeah, I guess that's his name. Jeremy."
"... So what did he do?"
The oddest thing happened then.
Vincent looked almost like he was fighting off another smile, as if the topic matter somehow amused him when he knew it shouldn't have.
This caused you to lift your brows.
"He took the night shift and now he's all f*ed up in the head."
You weren't sure what he was implying exactly.
"Uh language. We're in a family pizzeria gosh. And what is that supposed to mean?"
Vincent ignored you and clarified.
"He had a hard time last night. Told Boss he almost died. Things are starting to go haywire."
If you were a cartoon character, you eye brows would have lifted off into space.
"He said he almost died?!"
This was actually serious.
You were about to shoot off a whole bunch of inquiries before a loud voice shouted at you from afar.
"Vincent! (Y/N)!"
You swiveled your head behind you, finding your wild-eyed employer glaring between you and Vincent.
"Don't just stand there making googly eyes at each other! Get to work!"
You nodded his way, your heart lurching when you realized how irresponsible you must've looked just then.
Also the fact that he thought you were making googly eyes.
At him.
But before you could move away, a cool hand clamped onto your shoulder, barely pressing against your neck.
You whirled your head back around just as Vincent closed in, his breath warm on your ear.
"We can talk about this after work."
You smacked his hand off of you and backed up from him.
"Yea no. Thanks, but no. Don't touch me again."
And with that, you turned on your heel awesomely and walked off like a boss.
What was with everyone and their disappearing act today?
Why were they all acting so weird?
What had Jeremy done?
Your gnarled temper calmed and your eyes found interest in infinite horizon.
What had Jeremy done?
You looked around, noticing that he wasn't present in the restaurant.
And why would he be?
He had 'almost died' after all.
Such a strange declaration to make.
You didn't know that much about Jeremy and wondered just how true that statement was.
But then a quick reminder of the incident with Freddy assured you that maybe his words held some weight.
And that scared you somewhat.
Almost as much as the idea of talking to Vincent after work.
I mean, you couldn't trust that creep.
You had no reason to, anyway.
Like all the other days, you were hoping the day would speed on by.
That way, not only would you be done with your shift, but you could maybe catch a glimpse of Jeremy and see how he was doing.
Maybe his troubles would have disappeared into the unknown.
Though that wasn't likely.
You were about to head off unto a pathway of new adventures when you paused, dawdling midstep.
Your heart was suddenly hammering.
You looked all around for a stalking Vincent, though he was nowhere to be seen.
You felt your eyes squint tighter by the second.
You were late today.
Surely Vincent noticed.
He'd told you once.
He warned you.
Never be late.
The implication was there would be consequences.
•••
You shrugged your shoulders.
'I guess he forgot. Nothing to worry about now.'
I was a dead girl walking the moment I stepped foot in here today.
Well... Almost.
You couldn't keep up with fabricating your easygoing nature.
Throughout the day you found yourself jumping frequently at the smallest of disturbances, which worked against you considering what you were there to do in the first place.
How on earth could you seriously still be nervous about his dumb little threat about being late?!
While you knew you hadn't agreed to Vincent's proposal for a 'talk after work' tonight, you almost felt as if something similar was going to happen anyway.
Granted, Vincent was bound to be persistent one way or another, but you knew you could out-persist him, if that was even a thing.
But maybe it was something entirely different.
You knew deep in your heart that the questions left unanswered would continue swelling until they threatened combustion; until they were all you could think about.
This job was wearing you out enough as it was and the shadiness wasn't helping things at all.
Scott was, amazingly, the only person who somehow made it more bearable by being nice and a good go-worker, even if he didn't exactly give you all the answers.
But back to the main issue.
I was late today.
He knows I was late today.
He said nothing about it, but I have no doubt in my mind he's saving something for tonight.
Whatever was in store for you couldn't have been good.
You and he didn't say much of anything to one another, nor did you get a chance to interact with Scott.
You'd passed them several times as the building was only so large and finite in terms of rooms and spacial reasoning, but each time, even with Scott, you only stared straight ahead without tempting any sort of acknowledgment.
It's not that you didn't want to talk with Scott, it's just that he seemed very stressed out, and you didn't think he wanted to talk about it.
However, this was particularly difficult when it came to Vincent.
You knew he was watching you all day long.
You knew when he wandered by that he had more than likely turned around and was grinning at your retreating figure.
Each time you wanted to spin around and catch him in the act, as your paranoia only built more and more with each passing hour.
But you kept yourself grounded.
All the way to eight.
You noticed the time on the clock and jumped for joy a bit inside, hurrying to the podium in front and collecting your bag once again.
Yea time ta go get outa of here.
After turning back around, you nearly catapulted out of your skin when you found Vincent smiling down at you like a cartoon bad guy, his eyes bent at the edges as if out of sympathy.
"Holy Mother of Megazon, can you not!"
You almost shouted at him, angrily.
He just continued to smile in that creepy way until he lifted up something that you hadn't noticed before.
"Before you go, you need to take out the trash."
You blankly stared at him.
Was he being serious?
"Wwwhhhhyyyyy?"
You asked, very much confused why he would just show up in front of you and expect you to take out the trash.
You weren't even sure if that was even part of the job.
Vincent rolled his eyes and held it out for you.
"It's not because I'm lazy if that's what you think. It's because you were late today, this is your punishment. The cooks forgot to throw this out when they left. Besides, you need to learn where the dumpster is."
Thrusting the bag into your hands he started walking off, not once looking behind him.
"Come on I'll show you where it is."
You looked at the trash bag in your hand and back at his retreating form.
You didn't believe for one second that this was the punishment that you had been preparing yourself for all day.
You were currently at war with yourself.
Should you follow him?
You supposed that his reasonings were valid enough to trust him.
But what if it was a trick?
What could he possibly gain from making you take out the trash that was actually important?
Maybe he was finally realizing that he was getting no where with you and was starting to turn a new leaf?
But what were you honestly really supposed to believe that?
Should you just dump the bag right there and walk out the door?
What good with that do?
What if you got reprimanded for your actions?
Why were you having an all out war about taking out the freaking trash?!
Rolling your eyes with a defeated sigh, you decided that there was no real reason to not comply with his wishes and followed him out the back.
He did owe you a more civil tour anyway.
You quietly followed him down the hall silently until you both finally came to the door, away from the public eye, that lead to outside.
When you both finally got there, he opened the door for you like a gentle man.
"After you~"
He said smiling.
This earned him an eye roll as you walked past him with a quite 'thanks'.
As soon as you stepped outside, you were met with a peaceful night sky with warm summer air.
The outside was, in a way, flooded with garbage and there was a fence surrounding it on all sides.
You saw the dumpster as headed over to it.
As soon as you put the trash into the garbage, you heard the click of the door as it closed.
You whipped your head around, eyes widened when you saw Vincent standing in front of the door.
The hair along you neck rose and you felt it go from 30 to 100 in being tense.
"Vincent what are you doing?"
You asked sternly, starting to shuffle away from him.
He approached you, his stride becoming quicker the more he neared you.
"We need to talk (Y/N)."
You could see that he was not happy, that smile from before was just a cover up.
You growled at him, stepping back.
"And I told you that I didn't want to talk. Now back off before I call the police on your butt!"
The hue of Vincent's skin and clothing was slightly muted under the moon, and yet his eyes and teeth stood out like something otherworldly.
When you tipped your head up to look at him, you didn't bother denying the horror in your expression.
"I'm tired of this,"
He stopped a couple feet before you and suddenly spat, looking you straight in the eye.
"I'm done playing games with you. First you reject having sex with me in the closet, then you hurt me, then you hang out making googly eyes at Scott just to piss me off, then you push me away even though I saved your life, then you refuse to talk to me, then you refuse to come to my house, then you refused to talk to me tonight! Why won't you just admit that you like me? You are so stubborn it's unbelievable."
Wow.
If those responses weren't clear enough as to what he was doing that was so awful, they you weren't sure what was.
You mouth dropped open before you smile-scoffed, looking to the side in disbelief.
"Ok well, first of all, I would rebuttal all of that but unfortunately, I don't want to make this place my grave. And second of all-"
"Y/N."
Your breathing hitched.
He hardly ever called you by your real name, and the way he said it now unnerved you.
"What?"
"You're Mine~"
You felt your irises reduce to pinpricks.
Oh my god he tricked you.
He actually tricked you.
You couldn't believe it.
Now you had to act fast.
Suddenly, you pointed up at something invisible.
"Look a distraction!"
Without a second of hesitation, you picked up a plastic cup and threw it at his face, before sprinting to the nearest wired fence, jumped on it, and began to climb it like a leopard.
You yelped out loud when you quickly felt arms grab your waist.
How did he get over to you so fast?!
Pulling with all your might, you tied to get away from him, but his grip was too strong and he was finally able to pry you off the fence.
"Stop fighting me!"
You heard him shout at you.
"NEVER!"
You yelled back.
Shouting curses and kicking, you were hastily turned around and shoved back onto the fence, the wires digging painfully into your skin.
His arm had pinned down yours, and he was too close to kick or knee in the gut.
His head was also too far to head-butt.
He stared down at you as you fought, his frown still present, until it slowly started to form a sickeningly smile you were so familiar with.
You couldn't find it in you to be angry or appalled by him.
...ok that was a lie, but;
You were terrified.
There was this uncanny desire seeded in his sloping eyes.
You'd be lying big time if you said you were unsure what his intentions were.
"I just don't understand (Y/N)..."
He suddenly said, his smile faltering a bit, his grip loosening slightly on you.
"You are such a beautiful, gorgeous, and smart girl, surly you want to be with someone who is equally handsome and smart. Why are you being mean to me? I can only do this for so long. Just tell me what you wish for and I can give it to you.~"
You looked up at his giant white saucer eyes with awe, a plan forming in your mind.
"M-my wish?"
You asked, hoping that you were blushing as you looked to the side like you were embarrassed.
Vincent's hold on your arm suddenly disappears and he placed them on your shoulders, and excited look coming across his face, but he contained it.
"Yes my dearest, anything you desire~"
He responded with a purr.
Fake blushing, your eyes met with his, hoping that they were sparkling in the moonlight to add to the innocent affect.
"My only wish..."
You started to say as you leaned closer.
Vincent saw what you were doing, and with a grin that simply spelled victory, he leaned closer as well.
You were just a few inches apart now, heads almost touching.
Your eyes suddenly narrowed viciously.
"Is to get away from you!"
And suddenly, your head collided with his.
Your grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the stomach twice, before pushing him away and backhanded him. After you made distance, our hands splayed out in front of you defensively before one of them grabbed onto your bag, shaking off the after pain of the head-butt.
His head moved back before he brought a hand up and cupped it, eyes wide with surprise.
You swore you almost caught sight of him smirking again before you quickly dove into your bag, maneuvering through it for the weapon.
Vincent jumped forth, plucking your arm out and holding it back in restraint.
But by then it was too late.
His focus flickered to the needle in your hand.
The point of it glimmered under the moon.
Suddenly, he was trembling.
You would've smiled at your victory if you weren't so focused on crossing that imaginary finish line before initiating any celebration.
"Get away from me now."
Vincent, to your delighted non-surprise, did as he was told.
He brought a hand up and cradled his face thoughtfully, his eyes never pulling away from your needle.
"Vincent, you've crossed the line."
You declared without falter.
"Too many times you have crossed the line. But now you've really done it you greedy selfish purple pig! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? How many times do I have to tell you that we have nothing. We are not friends. We are not besties. We're not even second-besties. And we are most certainly not in love."
"Says who?"
"Me."
He was almost caught off guard by the fierce diction in your voice.
"Nobody decides what I do or who I belong to but me."
"(Y/N).."
"No, you shut your time mouth!"
You were happy with this turn of events.
You didn't know what was going to happen now, whether you'd flee back to into the restaurant or call the police.
Probably both.
But you and Vincent were done here.
"(Y/N),"
He said again.
You had both switched roles dramatically.
Now he was the one afraid of you, and you had to admit it felt good.
"(Y/N), put the needle down. We can talk about this. F*k, just put the needle down right now. "
"There's nothing to talk about, Vincent.
I'm tired of giving you anything closely related to second chances. You just tried to do something unspeakable to me. Soon everyone will know how much of liar, creep, stalker, sadist, psychopath, and freak you really are. And also, how awful you are."
"You're something else,"
Vincent said casually, contrasting with how much fear he was displaying.
"You really do know how to make a challenge out of yourself."
You glared at him, your chest rising.
"There's no challenge to be had when it's clear as day that I hate you."
Vincent's eyes enlarged to their full capacity.
"You hate me?"
There was an inkling of hurt coursing in his voice, but you didn't give a giant flying SkyBison.
He couldn't manipulate you.
Not ever again.
"More than anyone else in the world."
You were certain you'd won this battle.
Vincent had been wrong about you, so very very wrong, about his predictions involving his relationship with you, and watching his face shift with that realization was more fulfilling than you could've ever imagined.
"Well...f*k. I wish I knew why that bothered me as much as it does."
His admitting it left you too stunned to say another word.
"So,"
He continued, his voice almost low enough to be drowned out by the neighboring crickets.
If there were any.
"You hate me, you don't want to do anything intimate with me, and you think I'm the worst person in the world."
"...Yes..."
"So it's almost like you're...breaking up with me."
A weird word choice since you and he had never officially been together.
And you didn't like it.
"Uh huh no, breaking up means that you are ending a relationship. We never had a relationship. Therefore, I can not break up from you. Nothing has changed between us Vincent, not now, not ever."
Vincent stared at you with fearful and defeated eyes before suddenly letting out a defeated sigh, his head nodding slightly.
"Fine."
Your eye brows lifted slightly, your permanent frown twitching.
What?
"Fine"
He said again.
"You've made your point for real this time. I understand how you feel."
"Yea no you obviously don't."
You spat back.
"And don't you dare play the guilty card on me. I'm way too smart for that."
Despite what you said however, he continued to look at you with those sad defeated eyes like you had stolen his candy, probably trying to make you feel sorry for him.
Heck no that wasn't gonna happen.
Suddenly, he fished out his keys and tossed them toward you.
You caught them with cautious eyes on him.
"You can go back to the restaurant."
The defeat in his voice was heavy, almost so much so that it almost distracted you from your own relief.
"And after tonight,"
He said, this time spinning away from you,
"You and I won't speak to each other ever again."
If you had thought there was nothing more he could say that would surprise you, you were dead wrong.
Just those few words, completely void of personality had their own universe about them.
A giant smile suddenly appeared on your face.
...WHO THE HECK CARED?!
You were super enthralled.
You'd won.
He was giving up on you.
That's what you'd sought after for what felt like an extremely long time.
"I...I DID IT!"
You shouted, feeling around you to make sure you weren't just imagining this.
"I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID IT AND I FEEL GREAT!"
You were about to go inside when suddenly you remembered something.
"Wait, let me do a cocky dance just to be sure..."
Putting your fists on your hips you started swinging them around in several random directions.
"Alala-loo-doodly-doo-doodly-doo! HAHA DEAL WITH IT WORLD, (F/N) (L/N) AND VINCENT PURPLEPERV WILL NEVER BE TOGETHER FOREVER!"
You then fell down onto your knees, putting your fists up in victory and silently crying to yourself.
Vincent just watched you with wide eyes, probably wondering what the heck you were doing.
Laughing, you then stood up and skipped your way to the door, opened it, and cast Vincent a quick glance.
He still looked pouty.
The big dumb ugly jerky baby.
Pulling the skin under one of your eyes down, you stuck out your tongue with a "MEH!" before disappearing into the pizzeria with a slam and a laugh.
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