Masky sighed as the floor-boards of the house creaked errily under his feet, and though it wasnt enough to scare him as he walked, it definetly could startle some poor mortal who had found their tracks in this building. Mortals was a loose term however, since most of the people who lived in this run down son of a b.... You thought i was going to say Bitch? didnt you? Well, you my friend, are wrong. I was going to say son of a building. Anyways, carrying on with the story, seeing as we dont have much time for playfull banter.
His soft chocolate covered eyes stood out beneath the black abyss of his mask. He had one day, one day, to do whatever he please, and he was planning on making the most of the situation. Masky had decided that just for today he might as well go ahead and doodle some of the tree's. Tim had a knack for art, that was for sure, and he loved drawing trees. Why trees? Well they all had such different patterns, therefor they were always one of a kind, not like anything else that you could find in the wilderness. Yes.
The peace was nice as Masky sat on a rock, doodleing down the large tree infront of him. He wanted to finish this art peice, yet somthing was bugging him. And he knew exactly what it was. Toby. That little shit was constantly on his mind. He just could not figure out exactly why, but somthing about him. That guy! It just made masky scramble to find the right words. He bit his lip softly as he just though about him. His soft, brown hair, beautiful green-brown eyes. What was not to love about his partner in crime? Nothing, there was nothing.
(( Sorry for the short chapters~ im not into creepypasta anymore but you guys enjoy the story so i shall deliver, just in small paragraphs and long breakes in betweem))
