*My Bear Grylls voice*
It has been two weeks and the Masky has been showing signs of lack of sleep. See how his hair is messed up and the dragging motion as he walks to the sofa. He would sleep everywhere and anywhere in the mansion.
*Stop the voice*It was the afternoon and everyone was gathered round the TV, watching some cliched show.
Masky was slumped next to E.J, who didn't seem to enjoy Masky being glum and all.
"Bro, you alright?" E.J said, looking at Masky. His mask was off, showing his major frown as he turned to face E.J.
"Just... feeling a little sick," Masky said.
"You should be resting, on your bed," E.J informed, "Is it a cold, a fever?"
"Nah, I'm sure I'll be alright."
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah," Masky agreed with a smile and headed to his room.
As he got in, he saw his phone... buzzing.
The screen said that Toby was calling and Masky dived for it.
"Hello... Toby?"Masky said, "is that really you?"
"Hey Masky, you alright?" Toby said with a concerned tone.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Hoody called and said I should speak to you. He said you were sick."
Masky felt like he wanted to shower Hoody with millions of hugs at the moment until...
"Masky?"
"Yes Toby."
"I was wondering, if... um, you would want to ... hang out, when I get back," Toby said, his voice softer each time.
"Sure!" Masky said happily, "Make sure you come home with your limbs attached."
Toby chuckled and Masky felt a warm sensation tingling in him. It made him happy that Toby safe (and not shot or stabbed like Alex and Jay).
"Right, I have to go, bye Masky."
"Be safe Toby," Masky said before he hung up.
"I love you."

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