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They're busying themselves by tying around decorations for Halloween. Sonic is wrapping fake cobwebs around her mailbox while across the street lives Creepypasta or better referred to as Creeps for short. It's an unsettling circumstance to be in such close proximity to him, but so far for all the years she has known him from afar and has lived in front of him he has no bad facade other than from word passed around. He is naturally creepy upon first look at his towering, almost threateningly serious expression, yet a general mellow functionality is evident with his secluded antics. Despite his typical reclusion, he's outside now, mimicking Sonic, as it is the only time of the year he would ever go out of his way to go outside. As she notices his recently picked decoration, a man tied at his wrists with a bag over his head dressed like a common beggar plucked out of the Victorian Era, she can't help but admire his craftsmanship. 

Maybe if he wanted to generate more income on the side, he'd promote his house as a haunted attraction. Adults would be scared; scared adults create a mob - it's a decent side hustle. But no, that's his precious leisurely hobby creating realistic decorations that make you doubt they're not real. The next one is rather hefty as he hauls it over his shoulder. It looked like another persecuted Victorian man with a rope around its neck. 'So, a hangman decoration, nice touch.' Sonic complimented him in her head. He didn't struggle as he heaved the fake human decor over a strong tree branch awfully high, then with a forceful tug of the rope the man was hanged and left dangling frantically. Seeing it swish from the branch almost made Sonic think she caught it struggling against the binds, the movements from its limp limbs discomforted her and made a pit form in her stomach from just looking at it. The intrusive morbid thought of it having been alive made her wince, quickly cupping a hand over her mouth to suppress a disgusted whine. She guessed that's just how dedicated and talented his craft was. You could safely bet he took pride in his work in making them look so convincing. He began to chuckle holding the rope while pulling it down to stabilize the body; the chuckles turning into more of a low cackle. ‘Maybe he hadn't noticed me outside?’         

He continued laughing shamelessly as he tied the rope along a foundational pin in the grass. It was starting to get a bit uncomfortable to watch him enjoy this, so she awkwardly spun around averting her gaze back to her own mailbox to continue decorating.  

Her mailbox was looking pretty cute, spooky cute, that was more of her aesthetic decorating for Halloween. A stark contrast to the grotesque, chilling visuals of her neighbor. She reveled in making her space homey and inviting despite the festivities calling for thrills and fright. When shopping for decorations for the famed celebration, you'll find they're just not all the same. There's really only two ways to celebrate Halloween: it's either wild or tame. Wild would be roaming the streets causing trouble, scaring strangers till someone sues you for attempted murder by cardiac arrest, or a tame Martha Stewart costume party to invite your co-workers.  

But Sonic was not having that this year. This year she swore to have a house party to change things up. She was tired of pleasing the assumed demographic she suddenly carried these past few years. She wanted to throw a fucking banger; the kind she knew would disappoint her audience's parents. Her original fan base has aged, most of them have jobs, have kids and yet she’s had to change up her look because Corporate wanted to reboot their franchise. The committee said she's not allowed to age in order to still appeal to her targeted demographic. It was exhausting. She wasn't a child; she was pushing into her late twenties and everyone around her demanded she acted child friendly. Not on Halloween. It was her favorite holiday and she wanted pure adulterated freedom! She missed it, she craved depravity and dumb fun. Nobody ever said a costume party needed to be tame. 

It was honestly laughable how opposite their houses looked. It said a lot about someone. Mostly the someone worth noting being Creeps. He was just an enigma. It was inevitable he would warrant her curiosity being so shamed and canceled at every new drama his fanbase gathered. He was unhinged. But it seemed to have no effect on him, he must be one of those trolls who deflect hate without any introspection or just generally did not care. A sociopath with no moral compass. 

The only time she could get any dirt on him was really during Halloween. It seemed like he was in his prime and most active around this time. She used her fingers to hang the cobwebs around crevices to hold them in place creating beautiful arcs that twinkled with an enchanting shine. She couldn't wait until the misty dew of the morning would transform these webs into majestic weaves of water and light. Despite wanting a house party, she still craved some elegance in the theme almost like a Halloween prom. Although, those two might not work together. 

In the midst of adorning, she felt a vibrating rumble of a voice resonating inside her mailbox. She paused and listened, confused at the incoherent murmurs, bewildered that something was in there. "Psst" the whispers continued. She cautiously leaned in to open the lid when it snapped open with a paralyzing scream. 

A disfigured doll lunged at her, knife in hand, pre-recorded sadistic laughter cued. 

She screamed falling back on her hands. It landed on her and she quickly punched it away. 

As it fell to the ground the malicious contraption stabbed at the air with a cutting motion in slow repeat, laughing like a broken record. She scrambled away from it and leaned her torso on her elbows.  

It happened so fast she was out of breath and her heart was still pounding from the literal jumpscare. She didn't notice the footsteps nearing closer and the slowly emerging silhouette from a shadowy frame towering over her.

Once she saw the marred leather shoes she shot her head up. 

There he was. 

His face looked down with slim locks of black, curtaining the electric red glow of his eyes peering back at her. Behind him tendrils slithered slick and quietly behind like an eldritch horror. Her face remained the same but she was holding in her fright at their presence. His presence. This would be their first encounter, and after years he had finally broken the ice. It was obvious he was involved in this somehow, it was evident as he laughed at her while bending down to her eye level.  

"So… what are your plans this Halloween?" 

Right off the bat, it was bad. She felt her cheeks go hot. He was as insensitive and condescending as every fandom who had dealt with him warned her. Yet despite this, she reigned in her indignant anger, this moment was so unpredictable she did not want to provoke something out of him.  

"A party. . . like every other year." She answered with intense caution. 

He scoffed at it while straightening his stance and laughing again, "Oh yes, a party like every other year..." He calmed down while a silence from both of them took over, she couldn't maintain eye contact and pulled away to look at the street ahead. One of his tendrils loomed closer to her. 

"Pardon the intrusion." came his warning in uncharacteristic politeness. She was still avoiding his gaze until she gasped upon feeling something coiling around her. Before she could react, she was lifted. She tried just focusing on calming herself at this point. Her heart was still beating. He wouldn't do anything to her, right? This is just so weird. She needed to calm down, he was just helping her get up. She tried not to think of how effortlessly his single tendril lifted her at 120 pounds, she tried not to think about that at all as her feet were lightly placed on the ground. To make this contact less unnerving she dismissed her thoughts and referred to his original question. 

"I'm guessing you want to go this year?"  

His smile died when she finished. He hadn't let go of her. She could not control her panicking nerves. His eyes were like daggers. She willed herself to keep talking, "you've always been invited..." He wasn't doing a good job proving everyone else wrong. Somehow, she felt foolish for hoping she would get anything that wasn't beyond fucking creepy. 

"You just... never wanted to go." She finished while trying to inconspicuously rest her arms in faux calm over the tendril that had still not retreated to its owner. Agonizing seconds of silence ticked by. 

Suddenly he breaks into abrupt laughter, silly chortles unrestrained with glee. Was he just staging all of this?   She's unsure of what to feel at this point but he is preoccupied being suddenly very unable to hold back his amusement. 

"I'm sorry!" he managed to force through, "You just looked so scared I should have stopped but I couldn't!" He cackled some more, "It's just too much fun!" 

Okay. Final analysis: he's an asshole.  

Sonic, shocked at his shift in demeanor, let herself relax at this. Though she was still uneasy, at least she felt like she wasn't going to disappear from the face of the earth tonight. This wild interaction had completely floored her. It didn't exactly debunk every rumor she had heard but it did confirm one thing: he was definitely creepy. It wasn't that he couldn't fit in with everyone else, but he simply chose not to. Clearly, he wasn't trying to come off as friendly, rather unapproachable. Somehow she wondered, if this meant he wasn't a degenerate: why was he such a shut-in? What could be going on inside that recluse’s house…

It's been years, this man had no sense of self-consciousness, not a single hint that he abstained himself from fandom contact. Maybe she just overestimated him? The tendril gingerly began loosening its grip around her waist and slithered away, disappearing behind him. 

She trembled lightly at having the eerie appendage leave her. 

"To confirm your suspicions, yes." Sonic fixed her attention back to him in surprise.  

"I've recently found a desire to go this year." 

All the remaining fear melted away from her. She gasped and clasped her hands together in joyful approval. 

"Ooohhh yay! It's about time!" She giggled, slightly cringed a bit, at her own overreaction. It felt silly but she'd do anything at this point to make this conversation less tense now. 

"I always felt bad that all these years you'd miss out on my parties, even if they were conveniently right in front of you!" 

He shrugged at this, "I have my reasons." 

Upon regaining her freedom, she walked over to the killer baby doll and picked it up. Its arms still wacked the knife at nothing and gave off another maniacal laugh. "Did you make this yourself?" 

Creeps waited for the thing to stop laughing before he spoke, "yes, I have a lot of them lying around."  

"Mmm, right. Can I just say that your house by the way looks... insanely good. It's really..." 

She cleared her throat whilst peering over his shoulder at the dubious hangman, "...terrifying." 

She stared off to the house in mild concern; he smirked knowingly. "I take a lot of pride in horror realistic props. They're kind of my hobby. Halloween is really the only time I get to show off without having a cancel mob at my house." 

"Are you kidding? Your house is amazing. If anything you'd have so many people lined up just to see it!" 

He started walking backwards from her signaling his departure. "Yeah, I know. Everyone loves it." He began turning around while gesturing back towards his house, "Well, uhhhh... It was nice-" 

"Wait!"

That came off louder than she intended. He froze in his step. 

She didn't want him to go just yet. It was a sacred opportunity. If they were both just horrible at breaking the ice then she knew she had to seize this chance! 

"I haven't told you before but.... uhm." Creeps turned back towards her. "You're always welcome to my house. If you're not busy... you can come in for a bit and I'll make us some tea!" 

He pondered her offer, "Mmmm...Tell you what. I'll go dump this thing back in the basement and I'll meet you in five minutes." 

"Oh, okay." 

She felt a bit apprehensive with his response. She never thought it would be this easy to just ask him to hang out. But also, was he just trying to leave? It felt so open to be misinterpreted she just hoped she understood what he meant. Sonic almost considered branding all her peers as gossip mongering liars for making her listen to all their stories. He wasn't nearly half as bad as he was hyped up to be. Yet, she still had to wait on that verdict until after the tea. If it was even gonna happen. 

Which she should be getting ready for now. 

She noticed the door to his house shut when she realized she caught herself staring...

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Her house was decorated no different from her front yard. She aimed for it to look extravagantly haunting yet also homely for the party she’d have soon. Sonic scurried to the angry clattering of her teapot. The steam gushed out and formed tiny clouds on the ceiling of her kitchen. She gingerly carried the pot away from the heat. Lifting the top, she peeked to see that much of the water had evaporated. She’d let the pot sit for too long.

She groaned as she hurried to pour in more water. She couldn’t just serve one teacup. Then what? They’d have to simply share the cup one gulp each?! 

She froze suddenly upon hearing the rasping at her door. Taking a quick glance at the time, it was well over a half hour. That was not five minutes. Though, she likely would have taken just as long in his shoes. 

Hoping it would not be a ding-dong ditcher, she peeked through the keyhole to check. As expected, Creeps was waiting outside. She stepped back to open the door.

“You’re here!”

She noticed he hid his arm behind his leg futilely concealing what looked to be a bag. 

“Uhm… whatcha got there?” She asked while trying to mask any fear in her voice, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

“Oh, this is-” He brought the bag in front of her, opening it in an act of transparency to reveal the contents. 

“It’s just a housewarming gift that’s long overdue. Uh, I tried looking for a nice basket but - yeah.” Sonic preened herself and looked into the bag, it looked to be an array of assorted fruits: peaches, plums, and clementines. It was unexpectedly nice.

She grinned meekly as she took it off his hands. “Wow, you didn’t have to, but thank you!”

Creepypasta sat by the arrangement of couches cornering a Halloween-adorned coffee table.

He didn’t expect her to be this eager for Halloween, but with how she’s managed to retain an impressive attendance to her annual parties he could safely bet she likes to blend comfort with aesthetics when setting out her home decor. He shuddered to imagine what her house looked like on Christmas. A stark contrast to his own talent for horror props, but he could still appreciate the effort. While he scanned her house, she snuck up with the tea and cups. She placed them down and began prepping the cups on their plates as she poured the steaming chamomile tea.

“I’ll be back with some pastries” 

He couldn’t decide if she was naïve or nervous or perhaps both for presenting him with such a deliberately primitive opportunity. He eyed the tiny lines of steam and reconsidered his options: he had to gain her trust. Being rude or generally a limitless prick wouldn’t get him anywhere. So, he stayed put waiting for her return.

“I’m sorry for the long wait, I ran out of sugar cookies, but I have french butter cookies instead.” 

She wasn’t an intolerable person, either. At least, he knew she wasn’t supposed to be. In the same way he wasn’t perversely demented as the outside world described him as. He mentally berated himself for trying to pick her apart. She was nice enough to even invite him over; he could tell she wanted to give him a chance after all. It would take a miracle for him to ever admit it, but he was grateful for how well she seemed to be handling this. So far, she's been very amicable.

Sonic is known to be a kind of social butterfly, hence her popularity. At her worst, she’s an ego-maniacal, pre-pubescent ruled, wickedly corrupted by the horrors of human desire, a monster of blind loyalty to her franchise. She encompasses every embarrassment and every admirable quality of her ubiquitous fanbase. She’s known to go off sometimes being unstable due to her quantity, but is ever so wise with age. Her loquacious influence has dulled through the years leaving her with only just the memories of her mistakes. She knows who she is. She is supposed to rival the Mario fandom in their hectic scramble for dominance in their industry, but lately that has died down due to their relevance withering to more mainstream content. 

Creepypasta knew well that although he is of such fandoms with ranging ages of creative input, he does not have as much experience in longevity. He is a fandom of unspeakable horrors, he has yet to endure the horrors of maturity. He has yet to live a decent stretch of time as a fandom. He takes a sip of his tea.

After a warm, nurturing gulp of chamomile, he smiles.

“Don’t worry, the tea is what I came here for either way.” 

She giggled, “I know I’ve already said this, but I’m really excited that you’ll be coming to my party.” She took a sip from her cup.

“I never wanted to force you into going... I wanted to see if you’d come by on your own. I figured maybe you would since we live in front of each other.” 

“I understand,” he answered solemnly, he had no energy to explain himself to her.

“But I want you to know that I’m only going for this year.” 

With that, she briefly struggled to gulp down her tea in shock, “Only for this year?” 

“It’s nothing personal, dear.” he munched on a cookie. 

She looked down at her lap and bit her lip at the questions she’d ask. Maybe she’d come off too forthcoming but considering the circumstances it needed to be asked. Somehow she felt this stemmed to being her fault. 

“Why?” she looked directly into his eyes in hopes it was enough to get an honest answer. He was too mysterious to her liking. It made everything he said sound like there was an ulterior motive.

He tried not to show too much of his irritation at her prying as he sighed.

“I’m moving.” 

A chilling silence wafts the room with a null suspicion growing in her head as to why this encounter was happening in the first place. Sonic couldn’t stop the flooding of possibilities to what he was really doing here. Remembering the rumors didn’t help quell the growing dread she felt.

She furrowed her brow thinking over how she wanted to phrase her next question. Creepypasta only continued to sip at his tea with his legs crossed patiently. Sonic felt the uncertain wavering of her voice as she carefully worded her question. 

“If you’re leaving and you’re here with me now... Can I least know why y-you didn’t--why you...” 

She paused, feeling her heart race at what she’d dared to ask.

“Why did you never come before?”

His silence made sitting at his near proximity unbearable. Her heart was doing jumping jacks and she could feel herself unable to sit still anymore. She wanted to bolt out of her own house screaming. She sank into the couch and willed away the hammering instinct to shake her leg. He’d been doing fine so far, but her fear lay within the doubt of his current easy temperament, she’d expect he’d snap into another person. Into the manifestation of his feared reputation, of the deranged embodiment everyone said he’d be.

“Fine.” He nearly spat, “You’ve convinced me to spill the TEA.” He observed her involuntary reaction as Sonic tried to hide her fearful sharp intake of breath. He locked eyes with her then snickered, placing the cup down.

“I could say that I like to keep to myself, the other fandoms don’t appeal to me, yadda yadda, everything you already assume of me, right?” 

She looked confused, and he scoffed, “oh, don’t tell me that didn’t cross your mind.”

He uncrossed his legs, “it’s only natural.”

“Well not exactly, but--” 

“But you believe them? The rumors?”

She froze at the accusation, he had caught on and she tried so hard not to make it obvious. Her eyes became darts, frantically trying to mask her nervous ticks, her head peering off to look at anything but his disapproving gaze.

“I didn’t mean- I wasn’t trying to be… listen, I--” 

“Stop.” 

Out of reflex, she looked up and almost jumped back in shock. He was kneeling in front of her. 

“It’s okay.” 

Her heart and mind were conflicting with her course of action, she remained paralyzed. Unsure if she should regain some distance from him or stay to not confirm his suspicions.

“I know you’re afraid of me.”

Her eyes widened indignantly, he’ll never live to hear her admit she was freaked out by his towering, malicious aura. If there was one thing Sonic hated, it was being successfully intimidated by anyone. The only problem? She was. Absolutely. Terrified . She stood abruptly on her two feet, towering over him, squaring herself in defiance of his words. It took a bit of iron will for her to still the small quivering in her limbs.

“Like hell I am!” 

At this point she witnessed the anger he managed so well to hide; for a split second his red eyes glowed and narrowed at her naive stubbornness. He stood up from his kneeling position, effortlessly towering her now. She tried with all the might of her feet to reach up at him despite their height.

“Is that so?” His voice lowered, not humoring this banter anymore.

“You see, it’s just,” he reached inside his jacket, “when you cry out to me your frustration over my absence,” His voice slowly rose as he continued, “and then vehemently deny any inclination that your lack of effort to even TRY to talk to me wasn’t influenced by what you’ve heard while you stand here trying desperately to convince me that you’re not-” 

He stopped himself with a low sarcastic snicker. Sonic narrowed her eyes at him, but an invisible chill wafted around her face and torso. He reached for something inside his suit. She couldn’t move. 

He pulled out a scalpel. 

The frightened yelp that escaped from her pounding chest brought down her flimsy curtain. Her baser instincts gave in as she frantically backed away. 

“I’m sorry, honey, but I just don’t believe you.” 

There was no way she could back out of this one, it didn’t matter if he was armed or not, he’d be just as dangerous as the situation was presented. She caved to his threat and began with a shaky tone.

“I-I get it. You s-see right through me, and you don’t want to hear any more bullshit.” She gulped and felt a dry lump of air pierce down her throat.

“I was only reluctant to a-approach you because every wuh – EVERYONE was so worried for me.”

She recalled a coffee date she had long ago with Mario and Pokémon talking about this exact topic. They hadn’t exactly taken the news well when she told them. Pokemon, didn’t explicitly give a reason why but they were clearly concerned. In fact, she knew something was wrong when Mario couldn’t even properly bully her for her poor luck. All she got that day from her nemesis was a cold, blank stare.

“The first year you moved in… I had a handful of people tell me to lock my doors more often than ‘hello’. I mean who does that? ‘Hey Sonic! Nice weather out here. Also, you should try sleeping with a gun.’ Or ‘Hey Sonic, are you sure you’ve changed your locks? There’s been some recent break-ins around the area’ Though they never mentioned you, they HAD to have been talking about you because none of them cared about my well-being so much until you showed up!” She kept fumbling with the fabric of her skirt as she rambled on... 

“It made me believe there had to be some truth behind it all, but it also felt wrong to just-” 

“You know this isn’t a weapon.”

Sonic stopped abruptly to look back at the object in his hand, He raised it up with two fingers and then proceeded to bend it in half, demonstrating its flexibility. 

“I use it to drink the blood of my friends.” He quipped at her mockingly.

She blinked. For a moment his words didn’t register as she kept staring at his hand. After a long confusing pause, her heart sank.

It was not a sharp, silver, surgical instrument but a…

Bendy straw!?

Her mouth hung open in disbelief, there was no way she possibly... She was so sure of it!  

It couldn’t be possible that in her little show of bravery she committed such a— oh, this isn’t happening.  

She groaned in embarrassment as she sunk on the couch and hid her face. She hoped her hair would cascade around her so she wouldn’t catch his judgemental stare. 

“ Oh, I can’t believe this. ” was chanted under her breath like a sacred spell; she figured she should be glad this had not been witnessed by another living soul. 

Besides the one that counts.

How could she let this happen? How could the one time she’d decide to invite him over he managed to reduce her insufferable ego into a mortified clam?

“Hey” came the voice. 

She didn’t even know how she could survive with the shame; this is something she’d have to live with till the day the world forgot about her!

“Look at me.”

Her hands clamped tighter at her face. It didn’t matter if she physically could; she willingly could not. Not in a thousand-- 

“Hey! Look at me! ” Suddenly, her wrists were gently grabbed with careful hands peeling her own hands off her face. 

She had no choice. Slowly she lifted her face to his eye level. And her eyes finally met his, but the only thing she could focus on was how cold his hands were. It made her shake more.

“I didn’t share a cup of tea and eat cookies so I could kill you.”

He looked defeated somehow. There was a strange wring to his eyes, like he was disappointed in her. Sonic couldn’t tell if he was angry at her or himself.

“I’m not here to hurt you!” 

She blanked out. She heard what he said but didn’t respond. Her eyes had dried before her brain reminded her to blink.

Her breath rattled deep in her throat. Why did she bother lying to herself so much? Even as he’s claiming to have no ill intentions she’s still rattled, but aside from that, a strong sense of guilt forms deep in the pit of her stomach that makes her reconsider. The way she handled him today… He knew she thought little of him, and she couldn’t deny that she had played into everyone’s telephone game. Despite what happened, him calling it out earlier gave her an unwavering sense of shame; it was almost palpable. All this time… she couldn’t have done this sooner to maybe avoid this?

“I’m sorry.” She made a weak attempt to pull her wrists away but was still caught under his grip. Once he noticed the tug, he muttered a brief 'sorry' then quickly released his hold and let go; she pulled her hands close to her chest and stood up to clear the table. Her wrists felt colder from the force of his grip and the damned intrusive thoughts made her clumsy with her plates.

“I-I’m sorry.” Creeps watched her speed off to the kitchen while he stayed put on the carpet. What had transpired felt like a blur, he stayed put rewinding the scene in his head in disbelief of what had just happened.

He remained kneeling by the carpet dumbfounded, his disbelief souring into self-pity slowly welling up intensely in his throat. He grits his teeth and gets up from the floor.

Everything felt so messy, he thought back to when he hesitated coming over. Maybe he shouldn’t have come.

But then Sonic was back again.

He was about to start rambling his apology but stopped upon feeling a pat on his chest.

He looked down-- 

A sticky note.

With a careful pluck, he warily eyed Sonic first, then at the yellow slip.

“If you’re interested in a fresh start, I can make it happen. I mean, unless you want to...” 

It took a moment for him to decipher the meticulously handwritten code that was scribbled on.  It was her phone number. He looked back at Sonic incredulously.

He was still processing the sticky note in his hand. The thought of her giving him her number so easily had him in a blank, with what had transpired just now, wouldn’t she be awkwardly asking him to leave? But then a less favorable explanation formed in his head, that this was her way to fix the situation, to placate whatever ill feelings he developed from this; he figures she felt bad for him. The thought made him shrink in shame.

Sonic always seemed a bit too open with everyone – he'd go so far as to call it desperate. Then again, what did he know? In terms of sociability, she far surpassed him. He’d have no shame in admitting it; he loved being locked up inside his house away from the predictable world.

“Uhm... I thought maybe you could hit me up with a phone call. If you need anything, ya know?”

Still shocked by the note he didn’t have a ready response. He looked around the room as if he needed assurance that this wasn’t just a well-played scene like there was supposed to be a well-hidden camera using this for likes on their platform. Then again, who would find this trainwreck entertaining?

“Uh, sure. I guess I’ll just hold onto this.” He nervously placed the note into his suit pocket, in the same location he had revealed the bendy straw before. 

“Hey,” He started with a woeful sigh, “this has been… a lot.” Sonic nodded back in solemn agreement. “Maybe, I should head–”

“Before you go,” Sonic cut in, “I want to tell you I’m sorry about earlier. I’m sorry if I…” 

“Wait, what? Don’t apologize! I stepped out of line. I’m sorry that I acted like a freak.” Creeps lowered his shoulders and took some steps back to give Sonic some space. “I guess I had expectations about this meetup and… I almost felt like you were proving me right and I let it get to me.”

Sonic briefly looked down, feeling the heat of her shame creep up to her face. If only she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself, “yeah, as long as we don’t bring this up again and can just go about our lives, I think I can look you in the eyes again.” she huffed out an anxious breath and chuckled, hoping to relieve the tension of this conversation; almost feels like she’d been doing that a lot. 

“Ah, yeah, I’m way ahead on that.” Creeps chuckled with them, crossing their arms along with Sonic’s fidgeting.

Creeps took the initiative to walk himself towards the door. “I’m gonna head back home, thank you for the tea.” He opens the door to leave, and Sonic follows behind to shut the door behind him, but after a few steps he pauses at the doorway and turns to Sonic for a beat, “You know, you can ask me for help.” Sonic takes a moment to look at him and smiles in appreciation, though she’s not sure what she’d need his help for.

Almost like he read her mind, he adds “Not sure how good I am for what you’d ask me but, I’ll do my best to help. I can give you a fresh start, too.”

The puzzling sentence left Sonic unable to really give a thoughtful response, but she’d long overworked her battery for this interaction.

“Uh, yeah, thank you! I’ll see you around, have a good night!”

“Goodnig–”

She slams the door shut behind his back.