Genre: Fluff

Words: 1706

Summary:
    it was apparent that Toby never left his room without his signature outfit. Its what what was under. But masky's determined to find out what he's hiding. Afterall, it could never be worse than anyone else in the house.

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    Dark hair tumbles and tangles as one of the signature proxies walk throughout the dinning room. He was tasked with cleaning after dinner. It was late afternoon and dusk was upon them. Of course, the dinning room was a mess after everone latest meal. A food fight had occurred and many of them were scolded by slender. Of course, being one of the very few responsible ones, he was left to clean. As of orders from slender himself. He let put a groan, leaning on the table and hanging his head. His hands were blistered and twitching. Oh how he itched for a cigarette. He gripped the rag in his hand. A headache was beginning to form as he could hear the voice of sally running down the main hall stairs. "Masky, masky!" sally immediatly clamped onto his leg, hugging a small bear to her chest. A small innocent smill rested apon her lips. Eyes as big as saucers.  Masky looked down at the small girl, tracing a hand over her messy hair. She giggled delightfully. "Help me hide!" she laughed and crawled underneath the table.
    "Ready or not h-here I come!" shouted a very excited voice. Masky knew that voice, maybe too well even. From the countless times it has repeated his name. "Oh! Heya m-ma-masky!" toby Swung around the door frame, walking to masky. Masky could barely see the others eyes, behind that hue of orange, it almost made him wonder. That mask gave him an impossibly wide and permanent smile and those goggles nearly seemed to hide any intricate emotion. "Do you know know of anybody h-hiding in here?" toby raised an eyebrow and leaned on the table in a very cartoon way.
    "Nope" masky gave an agitated sigh. "Not a haunted soul but me." but masky couldn't digress, he wore his mask and hid any emotion at all, nothing in the slightest, even though he did take it off now and then. Toby whined.
    "Come on! There has to be-be someone s-somewhere around here!" Toby ran off in the opposite direction as there was a tug on his leg. Sarah sat there, mouthing thank you with a beautiful smile on her face. It really was a shame what had happened to her...it was only a blessing she was still as cute and happy as she is. Masky pulled up the pale mask that laid on his face and gave a small smile back to the giggly little girl. He quickly snapped it back down as heavy footsteps and laughter came his way. Maniacal laughter.
    "HAHAHAHAHA! You'll never catch me!" LJ was sprinting across the dinning room, toby close behind and before Tim knows it, they tumble into the wall. This created a massive hole within the wall. Sarah fell from underneath the table, laughing uncontrollably.
    "Aha!, th-there you are!" toby was struggling get out of the jumble that was him and LJ stuck to the wall. Sarah gasped and giggled running away. Masky rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips.
    "Would you like some help?"
    "No!" masky stood there waiting. A moment of silence passed over them as they simply stared each other down.
    "Okay ye-yeah..." Tim rolls his eyes behind his mask, reaching for toby's already outstretched hand. With a firm pull, he slipped out of the oppresivley tight jumble. LJ tumbles gleefully. Masky and Toby look at each other for a moment. Toby shrugs and what he can only guess smiles as he runs off to chase sally. "Come on laughing jack! Help me-me catch sally!" LJ gave a fitful laugh, going the opposite way.
    "Already on it!" masky let out a sigh only to start coughing up agonizingly. His hands gripped his pockets desperatly, fumbling with the pills cap in an attempt to get it open. With a stroke of luck, it pops open, falling to the wood below. Moving his mask, not caring how many he takes, tips the bottle upward. He gasps quickly as he grips the chair. Maybe it was time for his smoke break. The dinning room was almost clean, just a few more ketchup stains to clean, nothing too much. Masky walks towards the door to the back, grabbing his cigarettes he left on the table. Just as he was about to light it, he heard quiet mumbling from behind the dumbster. Slowly placing the cigs on the ground, he took shakey steps towards the murmuring. He almost spoke when he found who it was. It was toby. He was sitting behind the dumbster whispering ti himself. Then suddenly and shouted, not very loud but enough for whatever was happening in his head to calm down.
    "Shut up!" Masky nearly jumped out of his skin, unclear on what to do. Although, he couldn't help but notice some tiny things. His goggles were pulled up on his forehead and his face mask was pulled down slightly, revealing his very eye catching features. Hazel brown eyes that almost seemed to shimmer green and a cute button nose. Toby mumbled something along the lines of'damn voices' as he began getting up. Masky quickly rushed over to where he put his cigarette's, immediatly lighting one. When Toby finally made his way to the door, his heart dropped as he saw the masked man there. "H-how how long have y-y-you been th-there?" toby's voice was shakier than normal as he stared at Tim. With a blatant lie, he averded embarressing the young teen.
    "Just got out here." with a clear sigh of relief from Toby, he pulled on his accessories, hiding his cute features and going back inside.
    "Oh, s-sarah!" toby shouted happily, running around once again. Masky didn't think much of what happened, it only made him more curious. Everyone in this satan forsaken house had something to hide, either it be slender or even ben but very few hid their facial features or identity all together. Toby surprisingly being one of those few. Of course LJ and EJ but it was understandable. On the other hand, toby just seemed to be a regular teenage boy, so, what could there be to hide?. Stomping on the bud, he walked back inside, ready to finally finish cleaning the dinning room.

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    Most of the people in the mansion never slept, but they did stay in their rooms during night hours unless slender called on them of course. It was nearing the witching hour, none but masky stroud the halls. His hand glided across the wall, bumping on fissures and door frames. He opened his door and took in the scent of his familiar room. Carefully taking off his mask and shrugging his jacket off, he sits on the bed as he stares at the countless bottles desecrating his room. The silence is broken when his phone rings, it was...Toby?. Masky answers it, about to say something when toby immediatly retaliates. "Masky? I-i'm sorry b-but but could y-y-you grab some p-pa-paper towels a-and s-som-some bandages? The-the clear o-ones?" Tim cocks an eye brow, getting up from his bed and heading to the storage room.
    "Alright, but, what's up? You usually aren't so nervous. Something wrong?" toby didn't have time to answer, he just simply hung up. Masky shrugged, grabbing some bandages and papertowels. With a small knock, he hears toby scrambling inside.
    "C-co-come in!" Tim heads in, finding toby with a hand over his left cheek and a huge puddle of soda pooling below. Although, it seemed it was dripping from behind toby's hand. "Th-thanks.." Tim responds with a 'no problem' as he starts helping clean up the mess. Minitez go by and there's a pile of soaked papertowels and toby still holding the side of his cheek. "Again, th-thanks" Tim and toby sit next to each other on the ticking boy's bed, allowing masky to take in toby's appearance. He was a rather attractive 17 year old to tim's standards. Without his goggles, mask, gloves and hood, you could really see the features and personality in him. His skin was a light tan, dark brown hair hung over his eyes. Tim let out a small surprised gasp as a hand touch the side of his cheek. That's when he realized toby's hand no longer covered his cheek. His eyes widened a bit, not very much, but enough for toby to notice. Toby's hand quickly retreated, covering his cheek again. What masky saw was a giant almost burnt out gash in his cheek. It revealed the entirety of his mouth, probably how he made such a mess. All the liquid had spilled out of his jaw. Masky grabbed toby's hand, gently tearing it away.
    "I think it looks cool. If that helps." the others eyes seemed to light up at masky's response.
    "I-I-..." toby nervously chuckled. "Thanks" tim groaned and rolled his eyes.
    "Stop sayin thanks already! I get it!" tim gave a friendly smile, messing toby's hair up. "Now how about we get that hole patched up before you make another mess?" toby smiled and nodded.
    For about 20 minutes, the two placed and adjusted bandages to comfortably fit toby, masky getting up to leave not long after. As he got up towards the door, he heard the quiet mumbling again. "What was that toby?" masky turned and looked at the sky teen.
    "C-could...could you stay? The-the v-voices...they won't l-le-leave me b-be..." toby hugged his arms together and looked away, embarressed he asked his fellow proxy to accompany him for the night. With a smile, tim rolled his eyes.
    "Yeah, just let me get a few pills. I'll be back." as tim reached the door. Toby murmured again."huh?"
    "Th-thank you.." a sigh escaped his lips as he smiled wider if possible.
    "Whatever"