I Guess I'm Not A Mindless Murderer (TicciMask)

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I'm sorry I'm losing it at this fucking picture-

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          Masky was never around anymore, and even if he was, he didn't speak. He just sat. He spent his time in the woods, despite the fact he hates them. Luckily, he had recently found a small, quiet pond to think. Most of his time was spent at that spot, and today was one of those days.

          Masky sat at the small pond. The water was still and blue, a few lily pads on the surface. His phone was playing Artic Monkeys. He was listening to Brianstorm as it reminded him of his late friend, Brian, also later known as The Hooded Man, or ToTheArk. He sighed, the song playing in his ears through a pair of black earphones, one ear out to hear so his paranoia was calmed.

          "Masky?" The man heard from the trees. Sighing once again, he paused the song and stood up, following the familiar voice. Toby was looking about in bushes for him. Why would he hide in a bush? Shaking his head, he tapped the man. "Fuck!"

          Masky held up his hands, rolling his eyes. Toby sighed. "Masky, please speak to me..." Masky shook his head, still glaring at him. Once again, the man sighed. "C'mon, man. Please?"

           "Why do you care, anyway?" Masky asked, his voice gritty from not talking for a few days. "Just go away, dude. I honestly couldn't care less about whatever you want me to do."

            "Ayy! You spoke!" Toby clapped him on the back, making him grunt from the strength. "C'mon, dude, you can't sulk."

          "Could you not?" Masky pushed Toby away slightly. Toby was only an inch shorter, but much lighter and agile, meaning he almost tumbled when he did that. "Piss off." He took a pill, coughing lightly.

          "Fine! Stop being so annoying!" Toby yelled, stomping away. Masky just shook his head. He knew he'd get in some sort of trouble so he scaled a tree and began to hop from one to another, following the man. Toby would look around every once in a while, but suspected nothing. Angrily, he stormed away, heading out of the woods and to a house. Masky followed.

          Toby slowly walked up the stairs, into a small room, where a man laid. He killed him quickly, showing just how angry he was. Then he killed a woman, who just barely screamed before her head came off. Slowly, he sneaked into a bedroom, where someone stood with a gun.

          "W-W-Who ar-re you?" The man stuttered out, staring at Toby, his hand on the gun wavering. Toby froze, staring at the gun targeted on him.

          "Shh, put. The gun. Down!" Toby growled, still himself, surprisingly. The man whimpered pathetically and Toby laughed. "Weak." The man shot and Masky dove forwards, tackling Toby. "What the fuck?!"

          "Just fucking get them, Toby." Masky growled and dove again, this time towards the man, who yelped as he was pinned to the ground, knee on his back.

          "P-Please, let me go! Please! I won't tell anyone!" The man sobbed pathetically, snot running down his lip and tears falling onto the carpet.

          Once again, Toby laughed. "Masky, you're helping! How nice!" He clapped his hands like a giddy child but his expression hardened as he faced the man. He spun the hatchets in his hand, setting one in his belt to grasp at the mans hair, who yelped, and leaned in. "Disgusting." He slammed his head on the ground, not hard enough to knock him out but hard enough to make him yell.

          "The only reason I'm helping is because he tried to kill you." Masky sighed, rolling his eyes. "Couldn't let you die, could I? Don't take it personally."

          Toby shrugged, and stared at the snivelling man for a few seconds. Nose turning up in disgust, he slammed the hatchet into his back. The man gasped and twitched and thrusted, not being able to breathe or scream. Again and again, the weapon was slammed into his back, bones being broken through and skin parting, blood flowing everywhere. When he finally stopped moving, Toby put the hatchets away and Masky stood up. Masky lit a cigarette, puffing the smoke into the air. 

          They walked home in silence.

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~violence~ yep, I like violence (whoever would have guessed?). Yeah, sorry if it was shit.

Word Count- 726

~Majora xx