Toby
I woke up at 3:00 am to dried blood all over my bed and wrist.
I walked over to the sink slowly and held my hand under the cold water.
(A/N: I'm listening to cold water by JB right now :P it's pretty good)
Would normal people wince from the stoning sensation from their cuts right now? I guess so. I faked a few winces in the mirror and laughed. My face looked so weird showing pain.
I turned the faucet off and changed into something more comfortable: a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt that said, "Fuck You." With the middle finger.
I got it from Jeff for Christmas.
I then exited my room. It was cold and quiet. All the pastas were asleep and all that I could hear were faint snores. I walked across the hall towards the stairs but stopped in front of one door...
Masky's room.
I stared at it, studied it. All the parts that caved in from me knocking so hard and him ignoring my knocks. I chuckled a bit, then my smile turned into a frown.
He's always so mad at me. I don't even know what I did wrong sometimes.
Masky
I start to stir from my sleep. My dream fading away as I reach my hands out to pull it back, close to me, where it belongs. But I wake up.
I get an uneasy feeling, so I take a wooden plank that's by my bedside.
I walk towards the door hesitantly and when I swing it open I chuck my weapon at whoever's there.
"H-Hey!"
I opened my eyes and see Toby. Blood falls from his head and lands on the floor in small puddles.
"Oh it's you Toby." I yawn as I let go of the stick and rub my eyes. "What are you doing outside my door? I'm trying to sleep."
"I don't k-know. I was just was going take a-a walk through t-the w-woods."
"I'll go with you, since I'm up now."
"What-t why?"
"Because I'm secretly trying to get you alone with me so I could either kiss or kill you." I reply rolling my eyes.
But his eyes expand.
"R-really?"
"No! I'm just already woken up by you and I wanna get some fresh air. Let's go." I lightly punch his arm and walked in front of him, towards the door.
~le skip of time~
It was silent. We didn't talk, we just walked side by side. All I heard was the little sounds of Toby's tics. So I tried to make some...conversation.
"So Toby, I see you're wearing Jeff's shirt."
"H-huh? Yeah I u-usually wear it f-for when I s-sleep."
"Oh ok..." I stare at the ground again. Silence swallowing us and slowly drowning my mind.
"Do you like him?" I suddenly blurt out.
"W-what?" He replies in tics, supposed by my straightforwardness.
"W-well yeah. As a f-friend right?"
YOU ARE READING
Twitched Love
Fanfiction"I hate you!" "Don't lie to yourself, it'll only hurt more." -------- When the arguments between Masky and Toby end, a strange attachment arises and insults turn into wounds. A tale of love, tears, and tragedy between a deluded boy and a delirious...
