Proxies are Still People- A Masky x Hoodie story (Rewrite)

Chapter 5

“Ben, you can’t just scam people out of their prizes like that,” Ablaze scolded, “No one can have your expert hacking skills.”

“I still don't see why Slender confiscated all my stuff,” Ben grumbled as they walked into the kitchen, already game deprived. It had only been twenty minutes.

They were jolted out of their conversation as they noticed Masky and Hoodie sitting next to each other at the island counter, a plate of cheesecake between the two. The air became tense. It had been about a week since the incident behind the manor and Masky was still upset with both Cole and Ablaze.

Ablaze’s hand tightened around Ben’s as Ben shared an uncomfortable look with Hoodie. Ben actually still didn't know what completely happened. All he knew was the usual issue with Cole and what Ablaze had said to him.

No one dared tell him that Masky had hit his girlfriend. Ben may usually kill by not getting directly involved but it was still not wise to cross him. He was a lot stronger than most thought and would gladly destroy someone for firing him up.

Masky stood after a moment and dropped his fork. He pushed past Ben and Ablaze as he left the room. Hoodie stood ready to follow after but Ablaze was quicker, letting go of Ben’s hand.

“Masky-”

“Don’t speak to me,” he interrupted.

“But-”

“No!”

“Tim, let her speak,” Hoodie spoke, standing next to Ablaze now.

Ben was behind them, unsure if he should get involved. Masky sighed, “Fine. What do you want?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I was angry. I didn’t mean what I said to Cole. You’ve seen how he is. I just snapped,” Ablaze spoke, solemnly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, “We’re still friends, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” Masky spoke after a moment of silence, though it was obvious he didn’t mean it. 

“Masky, please,” Ablaze tried again.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, turning away, then stopping at the base of the stairs, “Sorry for punching you.”

Hoodie gave Ablaze a pat on the shoulder before following Masky up the stairs. Ben’s eyes narrow, “Wait when did he-”

Ablaze cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, “Can it, ‘Romeo’, it's in the past.”

The growl Ben let out showed he wouldn't so easily be over it.

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Tim was laying on his bed, mask off, his arms crossed over his eyes. He felt the bed dip, “Brian, go away, I want to take a nap.” 

He heard his friend chuckle, realizing Brian wasn’t wearing his mask due to the clarity of the sound. Tim uncovered his face to see the closed lipped grin of his friend. He couldn't help but chuckle too. His amusement was cut off however by the other’s lips. 

Tim could feel the pinkness on his cheeks as he moved his lips back against Brian’s. 

Sure this wasn’t the first time they’d kissed, or the second… or the third. You get it.

They’d kissed a lot in the past week. Mostly alone in their room but sometimes they’d, mostly Brian, sneak in a few kisses while placing pages or scouting out for any of Zalgo’s agents quite a few times.

It was just always unexpected. They’d been best friends for years, barely even losing contact after college unless one was busy. Even after Brian’s anger brought Tim back into all of this. They became the best of buds again in no time. Now, within a week’s time Brian initiated a light makeout session almost any chance they were even remotely alone.