JEALOUS

[i]”You could’ve run.”[/i]

“I wanted to, believe me. Do you think I wanted to stay?!”

[i]”But you did stay.”[/i]

“Well...yes, but…”

[i]”You stayed. You watched. You saw. You saw it all.”[/i]

Couldn’t tear your eyes away! Who knew you had the taste for that sort of fun?

“It was...an a-accident…”

[i]”You stayed until you were chased away, Crompton old boy.”[/i]

“I didn’t mean to-”

Gobbled up the sight like that wolf was gobbling dear Elly-belly! You can still hear her, can’t you? The way she ravished your name?

[i]”You’d like more, wouldn’t you?”[/i]

“N-no…”

[i]”Shhhhhh. Listen to your heart race. You can feel it in your blood, can’t you?”[/i]

Thump-thump! Thump-thump! And you can’t stop it, can you?~

“I don’t want it. I don’t want it!”

[i]”You had fun. You enjoyed it. You’re enjoying it right now.”[/i]

“It’s improper! It’s indecent!” 

[i]”Sick little Crompton. Poor, sick little Crompton.”[/i]

How easily you fall astray! How thin a thread your heart dangles over wickedness! Who knew? Who knew?

“I-I’m not going back. I’m never doing that again.”

How wise! How wise! It’s dangerous out there, you know! So many beasts, ready to gobble. You. Up. And you’d let them, you would!

“Th-they can keep their kisses to themselves. I don’t want them.”

Stay away from the beasts, little boy. Keep your head down, and never let them get close.

“I don’t want them. I don’t want any of them...”

Stay alone, Timothy Oglevee Crompton.

Stay [b]m i n e[/b]

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Elodie, you can hear two Timmy’s.

And before your imagination runs too far with that one, you can also hear that one of the Timmys is being a real meanie to the other. And that’s weird, right? It’s super weird. Your Timmy would never be so cruel.

A peek out of the closet confirms it; your Timmy wouldn’t be so cruel, because that’s not your Timmy at all! It’s that ghost-Masque again! They’ve taken on Timmy’s face and voice, all the better to whisper cruel nothings right into his ear. And they’re sticking their gross ghostly claws right into his noggin to keep his thoughts all a-scramble! And poor Timmy’s such a normal, sweet boy, he doesn’t seem to realize the terrible, terrible trick that’s being played on him. He’s helpless! Defenseless! At their mercy! Oh no!

This may be your most critical ghost mission yet. What do you do!?