Life at Creepypasta Mansion

Chapter 24

...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 24.

~Ben's Point Of View~ (Ooooh that's new!)

After around half an hour everyone returned safely to the mansion.

"So..." I started, "are we still playing Seven minutes in Heaven, 'cuz I'm hoping to get Sapphire," I shot Sapphire a seductive wink, and was given a pillow to the face by Hoodie.

"No, I think we've had enough excitement for the night," said Sapphire.

"Agreed."

~ONE HOUR LATER~

We all sat around the dinner table, eating contently. Jeff stared at Erica with cold eyes as she stared at Masky, looking concerned. The rest of us enjoyed dinner as usual. I personally thought that Scarlett was slowly inching away from Erica, just waiting for something to happen to use as an excuse to leave Erica's side. The romantic stuff obviously wasn't her thing.

After dinner, we did the usual, just talked around the fireplace in the living room. It had started raining during dinner, so it was growing cold. The atmosphere in the mansion was very cosy, warm and pleasant, even Jeff was in a more pleasing mood. He was stretched out on the sofa, Clovey was snuggled up against E.J on the second sofa, Hoodie sat on the arm of Sapphire's armchair, and Erica sat cross-legged in the other armchair. I sat on the fluffy black rug beside Masky, Scarlett, Silver, Sonic and Jane. We were all staring at the flames darting thought the open fire place.

"Hey, Erica?" I asked, knowing I would stir things up by asking my question, "Are you and Masky, like, going out now?"

The smirk on my face grew into a stupid grin as Erica just smiled lightly and looked at Masky.

"Well?" she said

"Um, I uh, i-i-it's up to y-you, Erica."

"Okay then, I guess we are."

We all quietly cheered and awed at them. All except Jeff, who huffed and folded his arms over his chest.

"What's wrong, E.J?" asked Erica, "You look disappointed."

"It's not you, Erica. It's just now I owe Silver twenty bucks."

Everyone laughed, and Jeff got annoyed and slunk to his room.

~TWO HOURS LATER~

~Ericas Point Of View~

I retired to my bedroom after another long night. I changed into a pair of comfortable grey sweatpants and a black singlet top, not pyjamas, but close enough.

I slipped under my covers, just about ready to fall asleep, when my door opened a crack and a sliver of light hit the floor.

Masky walked into the room, mask in hand. He placed a thin black cardigan on my armchair and was about to walk out before I asked, "What's that?"

"It's the cardigan you left in my room the first day we met," he replied timidly. He knelt beside my bed. I grasped the neck of his heavy windbreaker and pulled him closer, briefly kissing his lips before answering with, "So, that's where it went."

He stood, tucked a strand of my black mop behind my ear, and left swiftly without another word.