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

Chapter #22

Toby quickly pulled the two Pastas away from each other with help from Clocky who held Jane back and away from Masky who was being held back by Toby.
"Guys, stop it!" Clocky shouted as she struggled to keep her hold on Jane.
"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, YOU DUMB BIMBO!" Masky shouted at Jane as he tried to lunge at her.
"BIMBO?! COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!" Jane screamed back.

"WHAT FACE? OH, YOU MEAN THAT WRINKLY OLD HANDBAG?" Masky growled and Jane's mouth fell agape.

There was the faint sound of laughter from upstairs and it sounded like the others had heard the fight and decided that Masky was winning.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH, HE CALLED HER FACE A WRINKLY HANDBAG!"

"SHOTS FIRED!"

"ROASTED!"

"I THINK YOU SHOULD APPLY SOME COLD WATER TO THAT BURN!"
"NO WAY, SHE NEEDS SOME ALOE FOR THAT SHIT!"

Toby stifled his laughter. Laughing would be done after the two adults were completely separated from each other and were not in stabbing range.

"What the hell happened?" Toby asked LJ who was sitting on the couch watching everything play out.

"Jane said something about you that set Masky off. He got so mad that he even tried to bash her head in with a book," the clown responded as he held the book up as if it were evidence.

Toby gasped as Masky slipped out of his grasp and ran at Jane, grabbing his knife off of the floor and slicing into her left leg.

Jane threw her arm back, hitting Clocky in the side of her head and causing her to fall to the side, hitting her head against the wall.

The two older Pastas rushed at each other again and would try to cut whoever tried to stop them.

At some point, Toby got fed up with it and stomped over to them.

"Masky-"

His sentence was cut short as a knife was stabbed into his upper arm.

Of course, there was no pain, but he couldn't help but feel a bit hurt that Masky turned on him so quickly.

At that point, LJ was up off of his ass and trying to figure out what to do.

"Jack, calm down and go get EJ," the brunette said and the monochrome clown quickly made his way upstairs to EJ's bedroom.

Toby calmly pulled the knife from his arm and clicked his tongue at his now blood stained work shirt.

"Now, I know that I'm usually the immature one, but right now, the two of you are acting like children," he said as he twitched and ticked.

"Agreed," Slendy said as he stepped up behind Toby and looked down at Masky and Jane.

"Toby, go and see EJ; I'll take care of these two," the tall man said and Toby nodded his head, heading upstairs to EJ's room where the masked man was trying to calm down LJ who was waving his arms and shouting.

"LJ, calm down already. Look, he's fine," EJ said as he tightly gripped LJ's shoulders and turned the clown around to face Toby.

"WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?" he shouted as his arms flailed again.

"Why are you shouting?"

The two stared at each other before LJ gave up and finally sat himself down on the floor, his mouth shut, and watched as EJ worked on Toby's stab wound.

As Toby walked out of EJ's room, moving his arm in different directions to make sure that it moved properly, he caught sight of Masky and Jane quietly talking to each other in the hallway.

When Jane saw Toby, she quickly excused herself and left to her room, leaving the two Proxies awkwardly staring at each other.

"So, what did Slendy say?" Toby finally asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"He just wanted to talk to us about our fighting and how we needed to sort things out," the older man quietly replied, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

"We, uh...w-we came to a decision. I'm going to be living somewhere else for a while."

Toby felt his heart skip a beat as Masky finished talking.

"How long?" he asked as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I'm not sure. I guess...a few months...?" Masky said, his brown eyes seeming darker than usual.

"So, this'll be our last night together for a while," Toby muttered, knowing that he was right even before Masky nodded his head.

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Cecil: Yes, I know, it's short. The reason for that is-

Toby: He's gonna-

Cecil: LET ME SPEAK, YOU PRICK! Anyways, the reason for the short chapter is that I'm going to be ending the story soon and I need to save some of my ideas for the very last chapter.

Toby: You're all gonna cry.

Cecil: SO ARE YOU, TOBIAS!