Hoodie pov.
I slide my mask off my face and stare at it. I lean my head on the palm of my hand as I sigh.
'I need to get this peice of shit fixed.' I think to myself. Tim's soft steps echo across the room as he searches. I pull out the small pocket knife in my hands and stare at the small blade. It reflects my own face in the shiny metal. I flick the knife closed and put it in my pocket. I'll be using you later... I sigh and jump when I hear a 'crack' echo out from the room. I run in. Wanting to make sure Tim is alright.
I put my mask back on and pull the hood over my head and peek inside of the room. Tim is holding the ends of his pipe, while someone else is holding the other sides. I gasp and pull out my pocket knife. I charge twords the two and plunge the knife into the intruders neck. They begin to gargle their own blood. Tim looks at me and growls.
"I thought I told you to wait outside!" Tim yells. I gasp and look at him.
"I-i-i I heard s-some thing!" he looks at me and growls again.
"I could've handled him myself!"
"No you couldn't have,Tim!" I yell, without stuttering.
"Yes! I could hav-" I interrupted him by yelling,
"Just stop, Tim! We both know you could have died if I didn't come! I DONT KNOW WHAT I WOILD DO WITH MYSELF IF YOU DIED!" I broke out into a fit if sobs. He looked at me and gasped, then he pushed me out of the way and walked to the door. He opened it and slammed it shut. I began to sob histaricaly.
I grabbed my pocket knife and walked shakeily to the bathroom.
"Hello old f-friend..." I sob while holding the blade to my wrist.
Just a slightly shorter chappie.
Srry.
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Masky × Hoodie.
Short StoryEver sense Tim and Tobias have been hanging out together, Hoodie's life has been a living hell. What is he gonna do about this? [I am not a shipper of of TiccMask.] This will be a short story. There will be one oc, but she won't really be play a big...
