I Swear It- A Masky x Hoodie

Chapter 6: An Interesting Afternoon

It was almost two and a half hours later when we finally found the mansion. I still stand in awe of the large, towering structure with its whimsical peaks and arches and rustic balconies. It was quite a sight, actually. It's still very beautiful even after almost five years of straight hell, courtesy of Jeff and Ben. Even the elements didn't seem to have an effect on the building.

"Hoodie..." Masky began, "We should stop holding hands." He shot me an apologetic look but I understood. I nodded to him and slipped my fingers out from between his, thinking about why exactly he wanted to stop holding hands.

He wants to stop holding hands because he doesn't accept it... I thought. I sighed aloud and looked at him through the corner of my eye. Maybe Masky won't accept himself or even me, but I still accept him. I still love him, no matter what. I started thinking about what had went on between us two. I hoped it meant the same to him as it meant to me because Zalgo knows I won't be able to stop thinking about it. Even now I can still feel those soft, slightly cold lips on mine. I brought my finger up to my bottom lip and touched it slightly, reveling in the taste that still lingered. He tasted a lot like strawberries and cigarettes. It sent shivers down my spine thinking that he and I could ever kiss again and even now, I missed it. I was thinking up a sweet moment where I could get him to kiss me again when I almost ran face first into the door.

I heard Master sigh frustratedly as we walked through the door of the mansion, the nails on his snow white hand digging into the solid, grey oak. Whenever He was around, there was an air of intensity and seriousness that, not unlike the feeling people get in doctors offices, gave everyone chills and made them feel like they were being watched. Masky and I, however, don't really get that feeling unless He's angry with us... like right now.

"How come it took you two so long to return? What on this pitiful earth made you two want to take a little detour and not come back? I have much work for you both and it angers me that you were not here to do it. Do you not understand that this isn't an ordinary job?" The tall and terrifying form said angrily. Although he was royally pissed, he kept that businessman-like tone of voice and that scared Masky and I even more. I looked to Masky and his deep brown eyes met my pale green ones. He cleared his throat, knowing I wouldn't be able to speak.

"Y-Yes, Master... We um... We had to wait out a st-storm, Master. I apologize. I-I promise we'll do all of what you assigned to us. You have my word." Masky sputtered out, trying to stand up tall and calm his breathing. We may be his closest companions and his proxies but The Operator still horrified us, just a little.

"I've already assigned your mission to someone else. It's going to rain soon; Go to your rooms. Don't come back down until lunch's ready."

"Yes, Master." Masky and I said in unison, walking slowly up the staircase to our room. I let out the breath I was holding in as we stepped through the threshold of our bedroom door. I watched as Masky began to take off his jacket and throw it on his bed. He giggled at me when he caught me staring and I quickly shut my eyes, smiling nervously.

"S-Sorry." I mumbled, going into the bathroom so I could change as well.

I slipped off my hoodie and looked at myself in the mirror as I took off my mask. I shook my head at what I saw. I don't like my appearance, honestly. I have messy, black hair and these pale green eyes. Masky always said they were pretty and so did Ben but I can't see anything but diluted puddles of what used to be lime green seas. I guess stress does that to you. I can remember when I wasn't as pale and thin, when I could actually consider myself attractive. I rolled my eyes and slipped off my shoes, pulling up my black socks. As I undid my belt buckle, I listened to the rain pounding on the roof and windows. Just another dreary day, I suppose. I slid off my jeans and t-shirt and folded them neatly, putting them in the hamper. I gripped the door knob and walked out to find Masky standing there, hand on his hip in nothing but a towel.