Masky laid on his bed unable to sleep and decided it was a good idea to reflect on life while at it. The easy questions came first: why and what was he doing in the mansion. How did it all come to this.
His thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door, some light was peeking through before they were consumed by darkness.
The door closed lightly and light footsteps were heard.
Masky could feel the weight of someone lying next to him on the bed.
"Masky~" a soft but sweet voice said.
"Toby," Masky said suddenly feeling a wash of annoyance as soon as Toby's voice was heard, "What.the.actual.fuck."
"I couldn't sleep," Toby whispered like a 5-year-old.
"What are you doing?" Masky said in an annoyed tone.
"Turn around," Toby insisted.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Masky turned around, getting up slightly until Toby slid his arms over Masky's shoulders.
Toby leaned forward and roughly kissed Masky.
Masky stayed in his position, trying to process whatever was happening.
Toby pulled back to catch his breath before getting off the bed and headed to his room, not saying another word.
Masky sat there and looked at his alarm clock.
3:30 am
"What the actual fuck," Masky whispered to himself.
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FanfictionI admit, I have been shipping this for months now, haters don't kill me •_•, Contains swears and fluffiness and some other stuff ahead but nothing too crazy.
