Chapter 1.

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by Billythemaniacpuppet
by Billythemaniacpuppet
                                    
                                              

                          Masky's POV
                          

                          I sat in my room, working on my laptop. Most of my time was spent in my room. The only times I was out were to take a shower, kill, bathroom and to go and get food. A knock sounded at the door. Two short knocks and one long one. "Come in." I muttered. The door opened and my best friend Brian, or Hoodie, walked in. "Hey man." I said, closing my laptop. I noticed that he didn't have his hood or mask on. I was wearing my mask but I had taken off my thick jacket and was wearing a black tee shirt and some grey sweatpants. I looked up at Hoodie. His brownish hair was swept in front of his eyes and he looked really pissed. I tilted my head to the side in confusion. Was it something I did?
                          "You okay dude?" I asked. Hoodie sighed
                          "Yeah man. I'm good. Slender is making me work two extra days this week than usual." He said shaking his head and sitting next to me. I nodded. We sat in silence for a moment. It wasn't awkward at all. I looked at Hoodie.
                          "wanna go practice out back?" I asked, standing up. Hoodie nodded and stood up. 
                          "I'll be outside." He said, walking out. He looked pretty good walking away from me. Wait. WHERE DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM? I blushed and pushed the thought away and grabbed my jacket and threw it on with a pair of dark blue, blood stained jeans that I only used to train in. I ran a hand through my thick brownish black hair and walked outside. 
                          Hoodie stood by a tree, pocket knife in one hand and a gun in the other. I didn't bring any weapons with me. "Why don't we work on combat?" I suggested. Hoodie laughed. "Let me guess. You didn't bring any weapons?" He asked. I sighed in defeat. "No. Just my combat skills." I said honestly. Hoodie placed his weapons at the base of the tree and stood to face me.
                          We both stood in a fighting stance. Hoodie threw the first punch. I dodged quickly, bending down and kicking his feet out from under him. Hoodie landed on his back but grabbed my wrist at the last possible second, bringing me down on top of him. This situation was rare when we practiced combat. Usually Hoodie would kick me off and we would both stand up and I would make the next move. But that didn't happen. We both sat there for a moment until Hoodie spoke up. "Get. Your fat ass. Off. Of me." He said in a stern, yet playful tone. I laughed and stood up, offering him my hand. He hesitantly took it and stood up. 
                          

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                          Hey everyone! Thanks for reading. Sorry for a awkward ending. Next chapter we will head into the real deal. >:) Hope you like! 
                          -Toby <3