Masky × Hoodie.

Stupid Toby.

Hoodie p.o.v..

The light shining in my eyes awoke me from my 'peaceful' sleep. I rolled over on my back and sighed.
"Another day, another cut,"
was my modo. Everyday was the same. Jeff usually makes fun of my stuttering and Ben will make fun of my mask. The only reason why I stutter all the time is because all of the stress that is put on my shoulders! No one understands that! Well, Tim understands. Or at least he used to.
Sighing once more, I crawl out from my bed and pull on my black jeans. My orange hoodie lays apon my wood desk. I walk over to it and run my fingers over the ends of it. The old wood that used to be smooth, was now cracked and chipped. My hoodie
was thrown carelessly over my messy brown hair.
  I look over to my mask, the frown was welding away. I pull my mask over my head and throw the old hood over it. The smell of cheesecake lingered apon my outfit and in my mask.
I look around my room for my high tops. I spot them next to my closet. Walking over to them, a faint giggle is heard. I roll my eyes, already knowing who it is.
I grab my shoes and put them on.

The creek of my door was heard as I step out. While walking down the stairs, I notice Toby and Masky talking.
"H-h-hey M-masky. He-ey Mas-masky. He-y M-masky. Hey Mask-masky." Toby pokes Tim.
"What." Tim spits.
"D-do you li-like wa-waffles?" Toby sings.
I plop on the couch and watch the two mingle.
"No, Toby." Tim says again.
"Do you-you l-like p-pancakes?" Toby pokes Tim once more as he stutters over his words.
"No. Please leave me alone.''
Tim says with no emotion.
Neither of them notice I'm in the room, sitting next to them.
"Do-do y-you like F-french toast?"
[That turned into French yeast in a matter of seconds]
Toby giggles lifting up his goggles.
"Toby, I swear to Slender."
Tim warns, poking Toby with his index finger.
On that matter, I stand up and walk into the kitchen.
"Asshole." I mumble under my breath. I bump into Eyeless Jack on my way to the kitchen.
"Sup, Hood." he says.
"H-hey, E.J." I mumble keeping my gaze to the ground. He pats my back and whispers something into my ear.
"You better start trying, buddy."
I sigh and look back at Toby and Masky.

"Stupid Toby."