Closer - TICCIMASK

Chapter One

Now our story really begins!

In the Underworld it was an extremely bright morning; So bright, everyone refused to open their curtains or raise the blinds over the windows. Instead, they only whined at their partners to get up and close the curtains, or just left it alone and hid under their blankets for further protection from the blinding light. Of course, they all knew they'd have to get up at some time, whether it be for work or school, and they'd have to face the sun.
While most households were quiet, the Slender Mansion was full of whining and arguing. Half of the residents were still asleep and the ones that weren't, were getting ready for their college classes that morning or fighting. For example, Judge Angel and Jeff the Killer.

"Jeff, I swear to God if you bite me one more time, I'm going to take these scissors and shove 'em up your ass!" Angel shouted.

BEN snickered and yelled out, "Don't do that, Angel, he'd probably like it!"

Masky sighed as he sipped his coffee and watched everything play out; Angel had went to grab something off of the table, Jeff bit down on her arm, Angel found scissors, and here we are. Masky thought about breaking up the fight and yelling at BEN, Puppeteer, and Painter (who were placing bets on who would win) to get ready for their classes. But he wanted to see what would happen when they all realized they were going to be late.

"Where the fuck is Toby? He should've been down here by now," Clocky said, as she glanced around the kitchen, before her eyes locked with Masky's.

The older man sighed and folded up the newspaper he had been pretending to read while he watched the others bicker and quarrel. He sat his coffee down after one last sip and moved his chair back from the table. Standing up, he heard his back crack and grunted when his knees popped. It seemed his age was beginning to catch up to him every morning after a mission. Cracking his knuckles, Masky walked out of the kitchen and made his way upstairs to the third floor. (A/N: Hi! Cecil here, and I'm going to tell you about the floors of the Slender Mansion! Of course, there's the first floor where the living room and kitchen is, and then there's the second, third, forth, and fifth floors! The second floor is where the less scary Pastas rooms are; the third floor is for technological, mental, etc... Pastas; the forth floor is for psychological  Pastas, the kind that prey on their victims' minds and make them go insane; and the fifth floor is where the all out terrifying Pastas reside!) Walking down the hall of the second floor, Masky could tell that Sally had recently had another tea party. There were remains of pink streamers taped to the white walls, glitter covered certain spots of the carpet, and pink, plastic tea cups were littered outside Sally's bedroom door. Masky rolled his eyes and continued making his way towards the stair case that led up to the third floor.

Once he was there, he headed straight for the door to Toby's room, already knowing what he was going to say when he opened the door and woke the teen up. Pushing the door open, Masky walked in and had to squint in the darkness. He slowly moved forward and glanced around the room; the laptop on Toby's desk was open and the dim light cast shadows around the room. Masky grunted when his knee hit something and pain shot up and down his leg. Finally becoming annoyed with everything, he reached out to the lamp that he knew was on top of the stand he had just bumped into and turned the light on. On the bed in front of him, was a pile of pillows and blankets. Under the pile was sure to be Toby. With a growl of annoyance, Masky gripped the blanket in his hands and tore it off of the "sleeping" teen, who was actually wide awake and playing on his phone.

With a yelp of surprise, Toby turned the phone off and threw it into the crack between the bed and the wall before turning over on his side and propping up his head with his hand.

"Hey Masky," Toby greeted the man with a grin, "Nice weather we're having, eh?"

"Shut up and get the hell out of bed before I get you out myself," Masky growled and threw the blanket back over Toby's head.

He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, just as Toby was beginning to complain about the light. He shut the door behind him and made his way back down the hall, down the stairs, and into the the kitchen to retrieve his coffee which had become lukewarm since his walk upstairs to wake "The Brat."

"Ugh, I'm going to kill him," Masky groaned as he took a sip from his coffee and cringed at the taste of it.

"Wait a couple years; maybe he'll straighten himself out," Hoodie said with a sigh.

Jeff and BEN exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

"SURE HE'LL STRAIGHTEN HIMSELF OUT!"

"OH, FOR SURE!"

They shouted before falling against the wall and hanging onto each other for support. Masky rolled his eyes and sneered at the two Pastas before opening his newspaper and continuing to read while he waited for Toby to come downstairs so that he could give him a nice, long talk about why the hell he should be downstairs in time for breakfast or risk missing it and getting extra work.

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I'm legit going on three cups of coffee (ALMOST FOUR) and like, three hours of sleep. Give me a break if it's kinda shitty. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Disney movie marathon to get back to and another cup of coffee to pour.