Nursery Rhymes (Hoodie x E. Jack)

8

Another day went by and Jack had not returned home. Hoodie reminded himself that the cannibal would not just up and leave and remained calm.

Then a week.

A long week, were each hour felt like three days sort of week. When each minute dragged by and the sun refused to sleep, but when it did the moon looked cold and lonely in the dark sky.

Two weeks and Hoodie had dark bags under his eyes. Sleep hated visiting him nowadays, and when it did it brought dreams of a flesh eater dressed in black.

By four weeks Masky started forcing Hoodie to go on missions with them again. There was still hope though, Hoodie knew Jack would return some day soon. There was no way he would just throw all those months out the door, all the kisses, and the breathe snatching words and loving glances. There was no way Jack would willingly walk away from that. From him.

But when two months had gone by, Toby had already lost all hope of seeing Jack again. He never said this out loud, but Masky and him felt the same. Hoodie was ruined, in shattered crumbles.

Late in the night he would hold Jacks clothes to him and whimper in yearning. Hoodie would try and go about his day but now always more quieter then before, even Toby's constant nagging didn't appear to affect him anymore, or at least not as much.

The name Jack had become a word never said, but always thought about by all the proxies. They truly had grown attached to the man eating creature.

Masky had to get ride of a lot of human meat and things from the basement. He did not tell Hoodie he did this, but was fairly certain Jack would not come back to reclaim his kill. He missed their long conversations about random subjects and the blips into history that only Jack could provide.

Toby had started going on long walks alone. Whenever he felt like it he would get up, dress discriminate like any other person, and leave. He could be gone for hours, and when he returned Masky might ask where he had gone. Toby would simply say for a walk, having had no real destination on his travels. The young proxy continued to amuse himself and torment his coworkers, but he often found himself missing Jack and his reactions. How the cannibal would simply sigh when Toby received a gash or giggle when he accidentally broke his fingers.

Hoodie missed Jack ceaselessly. Every morning he opened his eyes hoping today would be the day Jack returned. But then every night he shut them, feeling more lost and hopeless in his heart with each passing day. It was constant tournament for Hoodie.

As days slipped by he found himself believing Jack had broken up with him and left. That that was the last kiss they would ever share, I love you would be the last thing Hoodie would ever hear Jack say. He could not take that, and would not believe that either.

Jack had told the proxy that he loved him, but would he leave because he loved Hoodie, or was there an entirely different reason? This thought often occupied Hoodie's mind, it had nestled in and made itself a home in his mind, right next to the absence of Jack and Hoodie's longing for the cannibals presents.

Masky frowned while he sat on break from doing paperwork. Thinking back to the day Jack left he thought about all the events in it again, from the first moment he remembered to the last.

Looking at each and every section, he realized Jack had truly started to act strange while listening to the news. Furrowing his eyebrows he decided to go back into his history and find out what the news had been for that day.

While he did this Hoodie strolled into the kitchen, unaware of Masky's doings. Stepping in he stole a seven-up from Toby's secretly hidden spot in the fridge. Walking back to Masky he sat down across from him and opened the soda. Noticing Masky's focused look and fast scrolling Hoodie raised an eyebrow.