Would You Be Mine? [SQUEAL TO I LIKE YOU MORE THAN I LIKE WAFFLES]

Chapter #19

Toby paced back and forth in his room before letting out a scream of aggravation and falling back onto his bed.
It was now 6:00 a.m. and he was still awake, but for a completely different reason that you might've not thought about.
He was trying to figure out what was wrong with Masky. The older man had been acting...strange, to say the least, and it was beginning to worry him.
Deciding to worry about it in the morning, Toby changed out of his blood soaked clothes and into a pair of pajamas before slipping under his covers and falling asleep faster than he ever had before.

In the morning, he had managed to pull himself from the warm blankets and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck.
"Of course it's my day to do laundry. It's always my day to do laundry," he grumbled to himself when he saw the note left on his desk by Jane. That bitch.
With a sigh, he gathered the Pasta's dirty clothes in a clothes basket and headed down into the basement where the washer and dryer were.
While he worked, his mind drifted back to Masky. Once again aggravated, he kicked the washer and dumped the load of clothes into it before starting it.
There was the sound of talking and laughter from upstairs and he assumed that the others were rushing downstairs for breakfast.
He debated going up there and facing Masky, but decided against it and just stayed down in the basement doing laundry.
"Toby? You down here?" A voice called out. Hoodie.
"Where else would I be?" the brunette shouted back in reply before turning back to his work.
"You didn't come up for breakfast and I got worried. So, what's wrong?" the older man asked as he leaned against the wall, looking down at the twitching boy.
"What's wrong with Masky?" Toby questioned and Hoodie clicked his tongue.
"He's...reverting back to his old self, it you get what I mean. Listen," he began and the two sat down on the floor.
"Tim and Masky are two completely different people, if you didn't know this already. Before he gave in, he would take medication that some how stopped the 'Operator' a.k.a, Slendy, from affecting his brain like it did with other people. After he stopped taking his pills, his brain was wiped of memories of his friends and the entries that were created that documented what was happening. A few days ago, Masky found his pills and after taking one, he began a bit acting like his old self. I can't get those pills away from him now, he won't stop taking them and he refuses to hand them over. It's almost as if-"
"He wants to go back to normal," Toby finished and Hoodie nodded his head.

Toby sighed as he curled up on his bed, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms tightly wrapped around them.
He had spent the rest of his day in his room, trying to figure out what to do with his boyfriend.
"I have to get those pills," he muttered as he uncurled from his ball and silently stalked down the hall towards Masky's room.
He knew that Masky was out making sure that no one was in the forest, so he had enough time to get the pills and get out of Masky's room without being caught.
When he reached the older man's room, he quickly slipped in and began searching for the pills.
"Dammit, no, that's not it. Fuck!" he hissed as a box fell off of the top shelf of Masky's closet, the lid flying off and allowing the contents to fall out.
His eyes widened when they locked onto a pill bottle full of white pills.
He quickly grabbed them but as he turned to leave the room, he ran into something. Or, someone.
"Toby, why do you have my pills?" Masky asked as he glared down at the stuttering teen.
"W-Well, I-I j-just...uh...y-you see...um," Toby continued to stutter as he began to back away from the taller man who began walking towards him.
"Toby, give me my pills," Masky growled and Toby shook his head as he tightly gripped the pill bottle in his hand.
"These things are changing you, Masky. You can't keep taking them," he said, his voice wavering a bit as the back of his knees hit the bed behind him.
"Rogers, give them to me. NOW!" Masky shouted and Toby gasped as he stepped to the side as Masky lunged forward at him.
The boy quickly ran out of the room and into his own room, where he shut his door and locked it, flinching as Masky began pounding on his door.
"ROGERS, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO THOSE PILLS, I WILL KILL YOU!" the man shouted and Toby bit his lip as he began dropping pills into a bottle of water he had on his computer desk.
The pills slowly dissolved into the water and Toby spun around to face his door when he heard wood breaking, only to be met with the sight of his door wide open, the wood on the door frame broken and unable to keep the door shut, and Masky was the cause of it.
Toby slowly backed away as Masky stomped into his room, his eyes narrowed behind his mask.
"I-I d-did you a f-favor, those pills w-weren't good for y-you," Toby stuttered as he backed away.
Without warning, Masky lunged forward and wrapped his hand around Toby's neck, lifting the boy up and pinning him against the wall.
Toby began struggling and kicking his legs, trying to get out of Masky's grip.
"S-Stop!" he choked out as he clawed at the man's arm.
"Toby, could you-WHAT THE FUCK?" Hoodie shouted as he walked into the room. He always arrived at the best of times.
"Masky, stop it!" he shouted as he ran forward and pried Masky's hand off of Toby's neck.
The boy fell to the ground, wheezing and coughing as he struggled to get oxygen back into his lungs.
"Masky, get a hold of yourself!" Hoodie shouted as he tightly grabbed his friend's shoulders and shook him.

After a few hours of struggling and fighting, Masky passed out and was taken back to his room where he stayed for the night and didn't come out. Hoodie had barricaded the door from the outside.
Toby grimaced at the dark bruises that were beginning to show up on his pale neck from Masky's hand.
"Wonderful," he sighed as he tiredly rubbed his eyes and yawned.
He walked out of the bathroom and back into his room where he managed to fix the broken wood and close his door without it swinging open again.
"And Hoodie made it seem like a big deal," he mumbled to himself as he sat down at his computer desk and opened a chat room.

ST: Well, well, well, look who it is.

TR: Bleh, fight me.

ST: So, what's up? You haven contacted me in...what? A year? Two?

TR: Could we meet up somewhere?

ST: Now?

TR: No, the year 2078. Yes, now.

ST: Alright, where?

TR: The abandoned factory at the edge of town.

ST: See ya there, Rogers.

Toby logged out of the chat room and got dressed in his old outfit before slipping out of his window and sneaking over to the abandoned factory where he would soon meet up with an old friend.