Tic Tock

Who are you?

"That's the last o-one."

Toby shoved the last corpse into the hole, panting from the effort, earning him a pitiful look from his co-worker, who happened to be higher up than him. Not that he resented it or anything.

"You're out of breath from dragging corpses into a ditch? we haven't even gotten started today Toby. maybe if you got off your lazy ass for once you wouldn't get so tired so quickly."

Giving Toby a mightier-than-thou look with his arms pompously crossed, was the man who went by the sobriquet of Masky. In the June heat, his mask was off, the white mask with sharpied-on sideways teardrop eyes and feminine black lips held in one of his crossed hands. His dark brown eyes looked down unimpressed at Toby, his dark hair sweaty from the day's heat and draped halfly over one of his deep brown eyes.

Immediantly pissed off, Toby stood up to address his co-worker. He was fed up with constantly being looked down on, and with Masky bossing him around all day.

"Okay, look T-timothy, why don't you just fu-fuck off okay? I'M TRYING. and maybe you should take your own advice and lay off the ch-cheesecake. "

From the way Masky's brows furrowed, Toby knew he'd hid a nerve. Two, in fact. Masky hated to be called by his real name when working, and the ongoing internet joke about cheesecake and his weight from the youtube series Marble Hornets seemed to follow him. It irked him to no end, which was Toby's intention.

"Okay then t-t-ticci t-t-toby, you want to play that game huh? " Masky hissed, his voice cold as he sneered down at the younger proxy. The heat fueled his anger, but also abated him from trying to beat the shit out of toby like he normally would. he was already hot and didn't want to waste precious energy on Toby's sorry ass. Unfortunately, Toby saw the real reason Masky didn't go after him right away.

"O-oh, i get it. you're too hot to-"

"Hot damn~" Toby was interrupted by his co-worker smirking at his referance to the popular song uptown funk. Masky had to take what he could get to avoid fighting with Toby, but Toby wasn't done yet.

"I... no i did not mean that! you're too sweaty from the heat to come after me! Lucky for me though, i can't even feel it. i could run circles around you and not even break a sweat!"

"Yeah because your CIPA prevents you from sweating entirely. Just die of heat stroke already." Masky rolled his eyes, sighing in exasperation. It hadn't even been an hour and already he couldn't stand him. Why their boss slenderman paired them together all the time was beyond him. They were an awful team.

"That's not something to joke about Tim, i really could die you know. " Toby scowled at Masky, and lifted his orange goggles up, then pulled down the mouth guard that distorted his voice and hid the ugly gash on his cheek.

"so are you gonna bury the bodies or what?"

Masky gave him one last glare, then grabbed the shovel nearby and started piling dirt onto the corpses of campers who made the mistake of getting lost in the woods at night. They were constantly cleaning up their Boss's messes to keep him from being discovered and it was no easy task. After this they were supposed to go patrolling for any more bodies.