You've Missed Mouthy

We Just Can't Win, Can We?

(Masky's POV)

I slam the door behind me, stomping down the hall. More questions bombard my skull as I rush to the back entrance of the building, hoping to meet the three killers halfway and stop them from getting seen by any other monster in the mansion. Hoody's going to have to do a lot of explaining.

Weaving my way through the winding halls, I find a flight of stairs leading to the back of the mansion and unlock the door at the bottom of the stairwell. Convenient that I happened to use this particular entrance, being that as I pulled the door from it's frame I see Hoody crouching down in front of the lock with two rake-picks, attempting to unlock the door. I watch his shoulders drop in surprise and he stands up, putting the picks in his pocket. I look around him to see Jack, noticing they've switched and now the doctor has Mouthy draped over his shoulder rather than having her on my partner's back. "Do I get an explanation?" I demand, folding my arms over my chest. Hoody takes one look at me before turning to glance at Jack, quickly flicking back around. "M-Masky, something happened at t-the Elementary." The yellow hooded man looks at me with his head tilted in a serious manner. "We don't know what, a-all she said was that s-she couldn't stop them." "Couldn't stop who?" I question. "She didn't say, she was too... preoccupied." Jack says, pointing his free hand at Mouthy's calf. Guessing that he means to show me the blood-stained bandages wrapped around her leg, I step closer to inspect the damage. "Preoccupied with who?" I question again, wanting more information. "The Rake." Jack says immediately. "And Laughing Jack." Hoody finishes. My head flicks to look at my partner, hearing the names of, not one, but two of the household's monsters. "What? Where are they now?" I growl.

"Rake scampered deeper into the woods before Laughing and I found her." Jack says, adjusting the unconscious girl on his shoulder. "She was awake at the time and Laughing thought it fun to test her. He disappeared shortly after I sedated her. He's probably inside the mansion." Jack finishes, dropping his bag to move Mouthy into a more comfortable position, though failing horribly by treating her as a dead body. Feeling the need to take over, I approach Jack just as she slips from his shoulder. I'm barely able to catch her with one arm under her hips and the other under her collar. Jack grabs her ankle quickly so as not to let her wounds hit the ground.

"Shit, uh... Nice catch." Jack says awkwardly, slowly lowering her leg to the ground. "Keep explaining, I've got this." I command, flipping the grey proxy onto her back "T-that's it, we can't know what happened until s-she wakes up." Hoody mutters, stepping up next to Jack. I stare at Mouthy's maskless face, sighing at the sight of blood dripping from her nose. I lift one of her dark eyelids open to see her grey iris roll into her head, surrounded in red from a broken blood vessel somewhere in her eye. "That clown's probably blabbed to another monster. Hopefully it was Ben, otherwise we're going to have bigger issues than a sedated girl." I mutter, curling an arm under Mouthy's knees and behind her shoulders. I look to the two men next to me. "Is she good with medical help?" I ask, thinking of where would be a good place to put her until she wakes up. "At the moment, yes. But I want to keep her in my lab so I can change the bandages frequently." Jack says, stepping closer to me. "Too risky, if Laughing Jack tells anyone about a 'new-guy' that'll be the first place they'll check for her." I snap, looking down at the girl in my arms, thinking of what would be the wisest thing to do. "We should put her in an unused room deep in the mansion, that way no one will find her. You can stay with her and change her bandages there." I finish, starting my way back towards the door, building a plan in my head as I go. "Masky, s-should we contact Slender?" Hoody asks me, pointing at the girl in grey. I stare at him without moving, almost trying to share with him my indecision. He looks at me then at Mouthy, lowering his head.