Sleep is pretty delicious.

Oh, did you know that somn means sleep in romanian?
But it's also the name of a fish?

Forgot which fish though.

Translations are difficult since I'm not an always perfectly accurate genius.

Yesterday Masky revealed to me why he had to babysit me for the day.

I was going to have to help clean up after he'd kill someone!

It sounded fun, so like the smart but not always smart genius that I am, I agreed.

And now I'm trying to climb up a tree. I miss the days I was small enough to climb all the way to the top.

I still wasn't faster than Harry. That guy was quick as a monkey.

But let me metaphorically throw my thoughts to the side, and actually climb up the tall and huggable thing.

So I climbed, and tried, and scratched my legs everywhere. But I got on the first branch!

So screw Harry, I can be just like him! BUT BETTER!

Once I got on the first, and lowest, branch, climbing became easier and I soon got next to the window where mask was impatiently awaiting my fancy arrival.

There was a dude sleeping on his bed, and I had to try to not make a sound.

Guess what I did.

I carefully climbed through the window and landed softly on the carpeted floor like a professional.

And then tripped on some random bottle of who knows what juices on the floor, and began falling. It was like a movie moment, where everything slows down because of the speed your heart is beating at while it's panicking.

Got caught by the masked man before I could yell some memes about falling again.

His arms are not as warm as Sebastian's, but his hold is gentle.

That's some cuddling skill. Combine that with Sebastian and you've got some good cuddling machine.

I'd like to be the first one to test it out, if anyone is hearing my thoughts. Wink wink, slender or any mind reader out there. Winky wonk.

Stopping whatever my mind was thinking about, although I really want something to cuddle on a more expert level, I looked over to the guy sleeping on his bed after getting out of Masky's arms.

The guy was pretty attractive, I won't really lie, but he's not really the kind you'd date. It's just that one interesting looking guy that nobody can date because of who knows what kind of reason.

But leaving that aside, I looked at Masky with one of my special faces that question whatever will be done next. And he took me hand, looked me in the eyes, and started talking. Well, whispering.

"Look, [Y/N]...I just wanted to tell you that the guys are not what they seem, and I'm not sure whether I could say that about myself but- be careful. I've been watching you talking with the others and I'm honestly horrified of having them steal you away...I just... "

He put my hand on the guy's mouth to muffle potential screams,

"I wanted to let you know that if you want to clean up blood, you should choose me since I'm cleaner than the others."

Really emotional. I think I teared up. Wait, my vision actually got blurry as I nodded my head with a wobbly mouth and tears rolling down my cheeks.

I'm not sure whether I'm crying because of my stomach hurting like an elefant getting it's head cut off, or because of Masky's emotional talk.

I bet it's the latter. Yeah, most likely.

After his heartwarming words, he stabbed the dude in the chest with a knife, and the guy bit my screeching hand.

Yes, my hand is mentally screeching. Hands can screech if you have enough imagination to form sentences like this.

Ignoring the way my hand was feeling when the dude bit me, I looked at Mask with a blank stare since he sat there like a 5 year old that would be too lazy to do anything.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You've got to clean up."

That's why he was standing there like an idiot.

Makes sense though. Even if he's a pretty clever idiot.

Once the guy stopped breathing, I checked for his pulse, and picked him up, with the wound facing upwards. I closed his eyes, being the nice person I am, and threw him out the window. I'll deal with the body later.

Wiping my hands against my pants, I took a good look at the bed.
There were a few drops of blood here and there on the fabric covering the mattress, so I took the thing off, and searched for something to replace it.

Finding another thing, I neatly covered the mattress with a light blue thing.

Don't you dare judge my goldfish memory when it comes to words. It's who I am.

I know that Masky was watching me, because I could see his mask following my every movement.

And while I was ignoring his presence, I looked through the guy's school things. I took a good look at his handwriting, studying it, and ripped a paper out of it's notebook.

I sat down in his gaming chair, which by the way, was pretty comfy, and began writing a small message about him going somewhere for something, copying his handwriting.

Details are uneeded.

Writing his name at the end, which is also an uneeded detail, I looked around the room, and nodded to myself.

I just had to take the thing that had the blood on it, maybe use it to even wrap up the corpse because I still had to get rid of evidence, and leave.

And so I did. I jumped out of the window and caught onto a branch last second, then slowly climbing down to make sure I don't break any body parts.

Masky followed me all the way to the bottom, not before closing the window of the room and almost falling down because of how he was admiring my beauty.

Once I was on the ground, I wrapped the body up with the thing I still can't remember the name of, and walked the way we came from with Mr ded being carried on my shoulder like a potato sack.

I want French fries now.

And that cuddling machine, please.

Wink wonk.

Masky followed me all the way towards the place we came from.

This guy has to tell me how the woods work. I almost got lost thrice.

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Heeeeyyyy fellow beings living their lives and wasting their time on reading!

Guess what.

I published a  c h a p t e r  today.

Are you proud?

And also to that one person who challenged me to write this without cursing, haha it wasn't hard at all-

Just had to rewrite older sentences and God It was fun, can you believe itttt-

Anyway, I'm not gonna swear in this as a form of showing I can talk like a socially stable human being, although my life consists of being socially dead.

If you want me to do specific stuff while writing, or have any suggestions for future chapters, I won't mind it.

To be honest chapters are taking way too long since I write and delete sentences and stuff because I'm that bad-

Anyway, I hope you're having a nice day or night, my lovely reader or readers, and that you've enjoyed my special golden trash I have written for you.

It has a bit of love for you all put into it every time.

Anyway, Ima go and think of some delicious p L o t.

Dont die.

And sorry for any typos.