Alright when I first heard of Masky I thought it was a bummer there were hardly any love stories bout him. So peace out violence loving freaks this chapter has more lovey dovey stuff and dramatic Irony. If you skip this chapter the next one wont make sense though, so you have been warned. -SS
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Masky's P.O.V.
I wake up in Jeff's old house, and beside me on his couch is a bottle of vodka Father kept on the living room table at home. Events from last night start flooding back to me. After my encounter with Jack I decided to get drunk, but then Hoodie found me as I was stumbling through the woods.
I knew Vanna would find happiness, so I teased him. "I know where we can hide out, it will be like old times. Except now that I've came out with my Bisexuality....A lot of extra fun could be in store." I told him jokingly, but Hoodie took me seriously.
I took him to Jeff's; knowing only Father would be able to find his cabin. It has an invisibility charm like the mansion to protect Jeff from crazy fangirls that would sacrifice their friends to him.
Things went faster than I wanted them to. First it was just a few shots of tequila, but I learned Hoodie can't hold his liquor well. ...And when two men are drunk and alone together things happen; quite a few of those things I deeply regret as I look back at them with a now sober mind.
I have a throbbing headache, so I stumble to the bathroom. The small sterile room has a giant medicine cabinet made of stainless steel. The room is clean and methodical with the toilet and bathtub across the room and a large water basin sink near the door is within easy use.
"No wonder Jeff lives by himself, he has this place prepared to handle him being shot by a firing squad!" I think to myself as I rummage through the cabinet and finally after searching through all the pill bottle I find prescription pain killers.
I shudder remembering that he got these by a mass murdering in the nursing home. "They don't have much to live for, I'm just helping end the pain they needed the pill for." Jeff has reasoned. It still disgusts me. ...Maybe that is why everyone thinks I'm weaker and shyer than the other creepy-pastas.
I lift up my mask and take five of the pills, though as I turn to leave I see a streak of orange pass through my peripheral vision. I had hoped that Hoodie would still be asleep, so I could sneak back home. I take a deep breath, before running into the living room to grab my jacket.
I left it on the couch when I went to find meds, but it disappeared. I can't make a run for it without my brown jacket. It is a part of my look; without my jacket and mask I'm a nobody. I frantically search the room for it to no avail. It is gone!
Then I hear giggle from behind the kitchen island. I rush over and look behind it to find Hoodie in possession of my jacket. "If you want this you are gonna have to give me something worth its value" Hoodie say as he hugs my jacket tight to his chest possessively.
"Maybe If I act like its no big deal it will seem worth a lot less to him" I think as I formulate a plan. I run my fingers through my messy brown hair and smirk at him as I lean back on the kitchen island. Hoodie takes off his orange hooded jacket and mask and bites his lip as he looks at me; like there is something he is dying to say.
The silence is suffocating, yet just as I try to think of something to say I hear Hoodie sigh. "Masky, I could stare at you all day but that is not a fair trade for your jacket. I know you too well to have your ruse of making me think you don't care about this jacket work. Just say or do something; instead of standing there taunting me into action!" Hoodie pleads as his head drops and his hand grow white from the grip he has on my jacket.
