I Swear It- A Masky x Hoodie

Chapter 1: I Swear

Alright... I'm creating this story, Mmk? I know it may sound strange and I know I'm not the best author but, I appreciate feedback and I appreciate views and all that. To create more of a personal view between you and I, and by you I mean my readers.

~Hoodie's P.O.V.~

I watched him as he slashed more of The Operator's symbol into the trees near Rosswood Park. I bet I look so childish and unhelpful sitting here in this tree as he completes the mission. I guess I should go help, I don't want him to wear himself out.

I jumped from the tree, landing on my hands and ankles in a crouching stance and I turned my head to see if he was watching me. I sighed. He'll never know how much I love him... He has no idea how much I long to play with that fluffy, dark brown hair and how much I crave his attention and how badly I just wanna hug him. I couldn't understand why he would even talk to me. I'm such a nervous wreck, I can barely pull myself together enough to make a real sentence, plus, I stutter so badly and so uncontrollably when I'm with him. That's why I try to stay quiet...

"C'mon, Hoods. I need a bit of help!" He yelled, his words faltering a bit through the slight rain.

That voice. That sickly sweet voice. It sends shivers down my spine. Oh, how I wish he'd sing for me or even let me sing for him! Do you think he ever would let me sing to him? Oh, just to think, maybe one day I'll get to sing his favourite song to him. I remember asking him what it was when we first met. That was over 2 years ago and here I am, humming it as I get closer to Masky. I played it through my head.

~Underneath the bridge the tarp has sprung a leak... And the animals I've trapped, they've all become my pets. And I'm living off of grass and the drippings from my ceiling. It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings. Something in the way, mmm. Something in the way, yeah. Mmm...~

Those words rang so true and clear in my mind. I can imagine how he relates to the song and it's haunting melody... The lyrics are quite strange, I admit. But I can see why he likes it. It gives him a sense of helplessness and dread and I've come to realize he can deal with those emotions better than any other. Except Happiness. He's only happy few times but I cherish every moment I see him smile. It reminds me of how I see couples all throughout the park hugging and kissing and being so very happy and I start envy their closeness, I envy their bond that's so joyful and cheery, but what I envy most of all is that they love each other... and they love one another back. With a deep and perfect passion.

"Hey... That's my song." Masky said, curiousity clearly present in his hoarse voice. It startled me, honestly, so I stopped humming. I think he has a bad cold, he keeps coughing so violently. I just wish The Operator wouldn't make him do all of this in this weather. We must get back soon.

"J-just a couple m-m-more and we ca-can go home, r-right?" I asked. I curse myself under my breath for being so nervous.

"Yeah," He began to say but his coughing caused him to pause, "Just a few more."

I nodded and pulled out my butterfly knife. It matched Masky's perfectly, they came in a set of two. At least, that's what He said when He presented us with them the morning we became proxies. The only slight difference between them were the names carved into the handle. Masky's said 'Tim' and mine said... I lifted the knife to my eyes and read the name. I had to check the knife to actually remember the name I was born with. Oh yeah, my name was 'Brian'... Was.

I rushed over to an unmarked tree and jabbed my knife into the damp bark. It had been raining softly for a while and I could tell it was bothering Masky. Thinking about the rain made me revert back to those couples in the park who'd kiss their partner in the rain and hold them close. I sighed once more. Masky would never kiss me. Not in the rain, not in the snow, not in this lifetime. The only thing that kept me from crying was my work, my dull, annoying work. While I had just finished my circle, Masky had branded three more of the trees. I quickly slashed the x through the circle and dashed to another tree, trying not to think about my pathetic plight. Maybe it wasn't the situation that was pathetic, now that I think about it. Maybe it's just me...

After I had marked two more trees, I saw Masky beckoning me to follow him home. I rushed towards him and began running by his side as the rain started to pick up. As we ran, I noticed he kept lagging behind and coughing. Everytime I'd slow my pace and wait for him: I couldn't leave my partner behind. He kept on and kept on slowing down and at one point he fell. I hurried to his side and picked him up, pulling up his mask and feeling is forehead with the back of my hand.

"Y-you're burning up, M-Masky. Let me c-carry you, please." I begged him, desperation clearly present in my voice. I didn't want him to keep running when he was cold from the waist down but scorching from the waist up. I picked him up and gingerly threw him over my shoulder, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I finally found somewhere to crash after about 15 minutes of running. I ran into the large, off-white, abandoned house and sat Masky down on the old, ripped couch near the door.

I started to shake the rain off of my hoodie and jeans and I slipped off my shoes when Masky groaned in agony.

"H-Hoodie... I-I need meds. My head, my heeeeaaaad." He managed to choke out, coughing harshly and groaning. I quickly searched in my pockets and pulled out his pills, along with the bottle of now warm water from my jacket pocket. I cradled his head in my hands as he opened his mouth. I put the pills on his tongue and held his head up a bit more and poured water down his throat. He swallowed quickly passed out, exhausted. I thought to myself.

We are lost and alone, Masky. But you have me... you will always have me. I swear it.