Masky's P.O.V:
I closed my eyes briefly, that can't have just happened... Am I overreacting? When I opened my eyes again I began to freak out. My hands were coated with blood. I shot up and ran to the bathroom, ripping off my mask and staring at the red splattered over my face. My eyes widened and I began to let out shaky breaths, running the tap and splashing my face. I did it again and again, rubbing at my fingers, palms and cheeks until they were red raw, but still the blood wouldn't come off. My eye began to twitch as my hands shook, I leaned against the counter to steady myself. Once I had calmed down slightly I began to scrub again.
Hoodie's P.O.V:
I opened Masky's door, hoping to speak to him about earlier, Toby said Masky just... Ran out... That's not like him. Anyway, I walked in and scanned the room. He was nowhere to be seen, yet I heard the sound of water running. Quickly, I made my way to the bathroom and saw Masky... He was sitting in the corner of the room, tears streaming down his face, an all to familiar pocketknife in his hand. Not again...
"Masky..." He looked up in a startled manner and clutched the knife to his chest, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve. There was a haunted look in his eyes.
"...The blood won't come off..." He whispered, shaking and sobbing. I kneeled down next to him, no blood to be seen on his hands, face, anywhere.
"Masky... Come on... Get up." My voice was hinting emotion. He shook his head.
"Leave me alone."
"Masky... Please-"
"NO!" He yelled, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I hesitated, not good at... Human things... Like comforting.
"Masky... Get up..."
"GO. AWAY. Just... LEAVE!"
"Masky... Have you been taking your pills?" He shook his head, and I said nothing. I didn't move. I did nothing. Instead I decided to stay with him until he passed out. Hoisting him up over my shoulder I set him on his bed and left in silence.
Masky's P.O.V:
I blinked. I was sat in front of a desk, one of TTA's many codes half solved on a sheet of paper. Looking to my side I saw a familiar face, brown cap covering his eyes. His expression was one of concern,
"You've been looking at that code for days! Just take a break already, please. When was the last time you took your pills?" I sighed, putting my chin on my hand and staring back at the paper,
"I'm fine. Besides, I think I'm close to something."
"You're not fine! You're hallucinating almost constantly these days!" His arms extended in a I'm-trying-to-prove-my-point manner.
"You're exaggerating." I looked up to him slightly. He put a hand to his chest.
"I'M DEAD TIM!" I've been dead for MONTHS!" He looked pained, and suddenly, his shirt stained red with blood. "You need to stop all this! You're destroying yourself!" I looked up, tears streaming down my face. He was sickly pale, dark circles under his eyes, a small trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
"Please Jay..." I whispered, "Just let me pretend a little longer."
