Pills or Death (MHxCP crossover)

What a Flashback..

''Hoodie’s Point Of View''

It was 2:41PM as I was outside the mansion, patrolling ‘round the woods with Eyeless Jack. Masky had to rest after the excruciating moment he had some hours ago, and Kate had to keep the watch. Slender chose Jack for its mature thinking and also its fighting skills.

“So,”
He started.

“How has Masky been feeling since his, uh, lack of sleep impact-?”

The cannibal asked as he was unsure on how to word his sentence properly and correctly. But I understand what it meant anyway.

“He needs to rest. You said it yourself, he suffers from lack of sleep.”

I answered stern and direct.
The atmosphere was frigid, surprisingly. It was bone chilling.

“Right. Plus, Masky’s been working non stop since he first showed up. I mean, as his true self. Like-... Err.. Mmh, catching me??”

I chuckled at the male’s insecure behavior, I added my hands in my warm pockets and nodded afterwards to his words.

Jack is the only one that knows about the ‘Split Personality’ sort of disorder Brian and Tim have. He’s trustworthy, therefore, I told him. Soon after, Masky showed up unexpectedly. Indeed, I took control of the corpse before he did for seven months. Guess, Tim finally snapped, and consequently, Masky was able to host the body.

Jack and I kept on walking quietly, which is what I appreciate about the buddy. But, even tho calm was supposed to remain, out of nowhere, a vociferous gun shot happened.

..........;..........

“Maybe you could adjust that attitude of yours if you want me to cooperate, Timothy.”

I talked to the man standing infront of me, panting heavily and on the verge of tears. We were having a small argument, which was unusual. What will this cause for him? Coughing, maybe? ... Maybe.

"I thought I made it clear that Brian isn't able to speak with anyone at the moment, unless you want anything but his health. Hm?"

I raised an eyebrow at my own question as I watched Tim getting filled with anger more and more.

"Where is this conversation leading us now?"
He gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Anything but seeing Brian."

Tim clenched his fists ready to charge at me, until he suddenly stopped and gripped on his chest. He grabbed the piece of cloth as if his life depends on it.
It's not like I could care less, but I can't just watch him being in pain like that without doing anything. I gently added my hand on his shoulder.

"Tim, see the effect? It's better if you calm down."

The male refused to understand or contribute or- abet. Whatever you would take it as. He just doesn't want to cooperate with me or accept my help. He yanked my hand away and ticked his tongue, but we were both unlocked for him to suddenly get on one knee and start coughing out blood. The worrying grew, I didn't know what it meant. It never happened to Brian and I. But.. It couldn't be- right?

"..Hoodie. I-I don't know what's happening but-.. This is fucking painful-!"

Tim inhaled sharply and everything went disturbingly silent.

..........;..........

"Hoodie?"

An all familiar voice called as I slowly opened my eyes to see the cannibal standing on one knee infront of me, his head tilted to the side. I was leaning against a tree when I felt a monstrous pain in my chest. I looked around more only to see a cop, dead on the ground. Jack was panting. Hm, I now have an idea of what happened.

"That loud shot, it hit you. Uf, thank God you did not pass out for an hour or something."
It announced.

"Yeah.. How long did I pass out for?"

"17 minutes to be exact."

I wasn't surprised.. But that shot got me good. I wasn't bleeding too much anymore from my chest, appearently Jack had a piece of cloth with him which he used to cover up the wound. Thanks to him.

"We should head back now, the check out is over."

I announced, strict and clear. It helped me get up and soon after we both walked back to the mansion.

What a flashback though...