Masky tied his shoes and stood up, stretching his back in the process. "Fuck, I'm so tight." Masky turned to look at hoodie, who was already staring at him. "I didn't mean it like that." Hoodie shrugged. "Whatever you say, dork." Masky walked by the couch and gave a gentle kiss to his sleeping boyfriend's forehead. He high-fived Sally as she drew a picture. "Let's go." Got it."
"Toby..." "Toby?!" "Toby!" "Just leave him, we need to go!" "FUCK!" "What?" "I think I broke my leg... Just go!" Toby opened his eyes to see darkness. "He-ello?" He suddenly felt a warmth and realized Jordan's body was on top of his. He pushed up on the heavy ceiling debris and carefully carried Jordan to a clear spot on the floor. "Jordan?..." He found a heartbeat and started pumping her chest. After 30 seconds he realized it wasn't gonna work. He slowly grabbed her face and blew. It was still the same weak heartbeat. "ANYONE?" Toby wiped his eyes. "PLEASE SO-OMEONE HELP US!" It was only then that he noticed the bullet wound. "God dammit!" Suddenly, the door opened and the three pastas ran in. Slowly, Toby started fading into darkness.
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Sorry for not posting in a while. Hope you enjoyed this short chapter.
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You're an asshole (Ticcimask)
FanfictionBasically my attempt at a ticcimask (my creepypasta Otp)
