Masky X Ticci Toby X Hoodie

{The Meeting ✨}

The two masked proxies stood in the hallway, speaking to each other. The two were discussing how there latest mission had went. "I say it was boring. There's only us two, we rarely see Kate." Hoodie said leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "I have to agree, although it was quite fun. They did give us a bit of a chase." Masky responded giving a small chuckle. "It did, of course result in them dead."

The two continued to talk to speak to each other for a few moments before they were interrupted by some commotion coming from downstairs. Masky let out a groan as he glanced at hoodie and motioned to go downstairs with his head. "Ben and Jeff probably are fighting over a fucking game." He said shaking his head and heading downstairs.

Hoodie quickly followed, not really liking the idea of being alone. Once the two got downstairs they noticed a small group of pastas formed around Jeff and a unknown person or thing. Masky slowly got closer to the group and tapped on Jane's shoulder, "What the hell is going on? Is Jeff and Ben fighting again? Do I need to knock Jeff out again?" 

Jane turned towards him and moved out of the way, "Look for your self. And, Yes. Please knock Jeff out again. Its so disrespectful that hes alive." She said rolling her eyes under the mask. Masky gave a small chuckled before nodding and pushing the group away so he could get through.

Once he had gotten through, he noticed that there was a figure curled up on the ground as Jeff stood over them, taunting them. "Not so tough now, huh?" Jeff snickered and crouched down, poking them with the point of the knife. "Come on, at least do something you ticker." He huffed and stood back up, kicking them in the stomach.

The sudden impact made them gasp out, "Alright Jeff. Back up. That's enough, go to the corner and cool off." Masky said pointing towards a corner that already had a stool, with a paper taped to it, labeled, 'Jeff'. Sometimes this man felt like a father to the others. Jeff grunted and delivered another kick before obeying and going to the corner.

The person was still curled up in a ball, even more terrified as they heard more than one voice surround them. Masky glanced around at the people and made a shooing motion with his hand as he crouched down and placed a hand on the persons back, causing them to tense. "Hey." He said, "You okay? You can talk.. its just me, you and.. Hoodie.. A friend." He muttered.

 The person only nodded slowly. Slowly standing up and looking at the two, allowing their hood to drop. Masky slowly grabbed their shoulders, being ready to let them go if they gives off any discomfort. Masky lifted his head up as he leaned back to get a good look at their face. "Whats wrong with this?" He asked as he cautiously touched the bandage on their cheek.

"I-I.." He opened his mouth, "U-Uh.. A scar-r-r? G-Gash..?" He said closing his eyes, trying to remember how it had gotten there. Masky nodded and let his hands drop down, "Do you have a name? Or should I just call you, hatchet?" He said, motioning towards a hatchet hanging around the boys waist. "T-Toby, my nam-mes Toby." He muttered looking away from him.

Masky gently patted his shoulder, "Awesome to meet you Toby. I'm Masky. And as I said, Hoodie." He said pointing behind him. Hoodie only waved in response. "H-Hi.." Toby muttered, waving to Hoodie. Hoodie tensed up for a moment before looking at Masky, "Boss is needing us. Bring Toby with, hes needed aswell." 

[Ahhh, Hope this was good.]