You heard a commotion coming from outside, You stood up and ran downstairs, peeking through the window. You saw Masky and Toby outside fighting. You ran outside, and attempted to break up the fight, you saw Toby about to punch Masky in the face, and you sprung into action, grabbing his arm and holding it back before he could hit Masky. Toby turned his head and glared at you, visibly seething with rage. He broke away from your hold and turned to face you.

"I thought I t-told you doesn't c-care about you!" You looked at Toby with wide eyes. He punched you in the face, and pushed you back against the decking on Masky.s porch. He punched you again, and again, until you blacked out, sliding down the decking fully unconscious. You slumped onto the ground, falling on your side. The world seemed to go in slow motion for Masky, he watched in absolute bewilderment as your unconscious figure fell to the forest floor, Toby standing over you with blood staining his knuckles. His ears were ringing, and he felt his short fuse reaching its end. Time and time again he has put up with this bratty kid's nonsense. Supervising him on missions he's not qualified for, adopting him onto his two-man squad when the boss took Toby under his wing.

The boss favored Toby, treating him like a starving dog he rescued out of a cardboard box on a city street. Masky and Hoodie have put up with this kid for too long, and it all finally came to a head at that moment. Everyone knew Masky was the boss' best killer, never missing a mission, never coming home empty handed. Masky hadn't had anything good going for him in a long time, finally something good fell into his life, and he's getting shit all over by the boss' golden child. There was a limit, a line in the sand Masky had drawn, and Toby had crossed it a long time ago.

He marched over to Toby, grabbing both his shoulders and throwing him to the ground. Masky kicked Toby in the side, when Toby rolled over he kicked him in the stomach. He got down on his knees and punched Toby in the face, over and over again. Breathing heavily, his sunglasses slipping off his face and falling to the dirt. Toby not reacting to the pain and just trying to hit back. It was a bloodbath, Hoodie ran over and pulled Masky off of Toby, Masky kicking trying to get out of his partner's hold.

"Let go of me!" Masky screamed at the top of his lungs. Toby stood up, wiping the blood pouring out of his nose away like the beating he just received was nothing, and to him it wasn't. Masky fought his way out of Hoodie's grip, snatching the box of feminine products away from him. He stood there, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess, beads of sweat forming on his head. His sharp brown eyes focused on Toby. The two of them stood there, staring at each other.

"I don't want to see either of your faces around my cabin." He hissed. He walked over to you, picking up your unconscious body bridal style. He carried you inside, slamming the door behind him. He walked upstairs, holding you in his arms. He looked down at your features, once again with a bloody nose and a black eye. Good god, just this morning everything was fine. What happened? He walked into his room and set you down on his bed. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed his first aid kit. He came back in and sat down on the bed next to you, cleaning up the blood from your face, and cleaning your cuts.

"Good lord... What are you doing to me...?" Masky watched you, not wearing his usual mask he got a good look at you. You were bruised, exhausted and starving. He had seen it all before, things like that were never anything he ever cared about. He wasn't interested in normal people and their normal people issues. What suddenly made you so special? Nothing, in all reality there wasn't really anything defining about you. If you put anybody in this situation where they lived with the gender they were attracted too they'd eventually develop feelings. Right? He laid down next to you, and turned onto his side to look at you. You were cute, he gave you that. He laid there, nothing covering his face except for a black, cloth, face mask.

He caught himself, figuratively swatting his thoughts away. This was inappropriate and completely against the rules, thinking these things about an outsider. He sat up and walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants. He slid the sweatpants gently on over your jeans, and a used towel he left in his room to dry. He slid the towel underneath you, and finally placed the box of tampons and bottle of painkillers on the nightstand next to his bed. He stood back and looked at you.

"At least now she won't bleed all over my bed..." He turned and walked out, his hand on the doorknob. He turned around and took one last look at your unconscious form laying on his bed. He sighed, and closed the door gently behind him.

"Looks like I have the couch tonight."

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Masky laid on the couch, the TV playing some nonsense in the background he didn't quite care about. He laid awake staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that happened. Thoughts raced through his mind when he was interrupted by the stairs creaking. He pretended to be asleep, as he heard you quietly stepping down the stairs. You walked to the fridge, and pulled out something to eat, Masky kept his eyes shut, his regular mask made it difficult to see if his eyes were open or closed. He heard you walk in his direction, and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh no, he left the TV on." You said in a gentle whisper. You reached over and turned off the TV. You set the remote down quietly on the table, and lingered, leaning on the couch. Masky silently prayed for you to leave, what could you possibly need? You sighed, and looked down at Masky, not being able to tell if he was asleep or not.

"Masky... are you asleep?" Masky thought if he should answer, but decided to keep up the charade that he was asleep.

"You must be asleep..." You paused, hesitating to say the things you wanted to say. You tucked a strand of Masky's hair behind his mask, and took every ounce of his self control not to flinch.

"Thank you for getting everything for me, I know it wasn't easy, especially since you had to fight Toby in the front lawn." You looked down at him, to make sure he was still asleep before saying anything else.

"It must have been you then, who bandaged me up, who carried me to bed, and gave me pajamas... I feel awful you got into such an intense fight because of me." Masky laid there, a pang of guilt spread through his whole body. He didn't want you to feel bad or guilty because of anything he or Toby chose to do.

"I wish I could do something to repay you for helping me in my moment of need." You looked up at the wall, and let out a long sigh. You closed your eyes for a moment collecting your thoughts. You walked over to the arm of the couch where Masky was resting his head. You leaned down, and as gently as you could, placed a small, chaste, kiss on the forehead of his Mask.

"Everyone calls you Tim or Timothy, is that your name? I hope one day I can call you Tim too." You stood back up, and turned to walk back upstairs.

"I feel guilty sleeping in your bed, I'll go take one of the guest beds." You muttered to yourself. Masky shot up without thinking, and grabbed your arm.

"No! You can sleep in my bed!" Masky immediately realized what he did. "Oh shit..."

You turned around, you were immediately filled with shock, and a deep blush covered your face. He was never meant to know any of that, you only said and did those things because you thought he was asleep! You were at a total loss for words, and so was Masky. He immediately regretted doing what he just did. The two of you stood there in silence, both standing there staring at each other, the light of a lone candle illuminating your features, but making Masky look like a silhouette.

"Sir, I'm sorry I was totally out of line." Masky moved his hand from your wrist to your hand, intertwining his hand with yours.

"I should've told you I was awake." He must be sick or something, Masky admitting that he's wrong? That was the first thing that came to your mind. He stood up from the couch, letting go of your hand. He came and he stood in front of you, completely blocking any candle light. Both of your faces and bodies were shrouded in darkness, you couldn't see any sort of reaction the other had, and it was nerve wracking for both of you. Masky was filled with deep feelings of confusion. He had just finished convincing himself that you were nothing special, that there was nothing that defined you. He thought the only reason he had any sort of semblance of emotion towards you was because of the simple fact that he enjoyed having you here to clean up after him and cook his meals. Who wouldn't want that? He quickly came to terms with the fact that he did feel something towards you, and he was scared of what that might lead to.

He wanted nothing more than to rip off his mask and kiss you, but he hesitated. No, this was completely inappropriate. Having you come back here in the first place was a bad idea. But he couldn't send you back now, he was sure the town had already pronounced you dead. He had gotten in too deep, and it was too late to turn back. This was a mistake, he thought he was better than this.

He hated that he felt this way, ever since he started this chapter of his life he convinced himself he was better off alone, and here he was contradicting one of his core ideas. You stood before him, your very presence making him question every experience he's ever had leading up to now. The silence was deafening, neither of you wanting to say anything. Masky's arms moved on their own, grabbing your shoulders. "What am I doing...?"

You didn't quite know what to do, you felt your heart beating out of your chest, a bright red blush dusting your cheeks. Being here, alone in this moment with Masky felt different than all the other times the two of you shared this lonely cabin. Masky moved slowly, lifting his hands to your face. You froze, watching in anticipation as he slowly moved his mask off his face, and setting it down on the couch. You couldn't see his face, he stood in front of you like a tall, dark, shadow. You looked down to the couch and saw the soft light from the candle shining on his signature mask. You looked back up, trying to decipher at least one of his features, but the light in the room didn't allow it.

Your heart was beating even faster, your palms becoming more and more sweaty. The two of you stood there in anticipation, waiting for the other to make some sort of move. Masky cupped your right cheek with his hand, his hand was cold like always, but felt soothing against your warm, blushing cheeks.

"Your face is burning up, you know that?" Masky finally broke the silence, playing with you. You giggled, and leaned against his hand.

"What can I say? I'm just hot as hell." Masky snorted, and leaned in towards you. You heart thumping so loudly you could hear it. He was inches from your face, pausing when your lips were just about to touch.

"You're a real piece of work." Masky's breath was hot, and smelled slightly of cigarette smoke. "Oh god... What on earth am I doing?" This was all happening so suddenly, like waves crashing down over a beach. You only just met this man recently, he tried to kill you in cold blood the day you first met. You wanted to push him away but there was something drawing you to him, something you couldn't explain. Everything felt so wrong, but so right in that moment. Before you could complete another thought Masky pressed his lips to yours, suddenly and unexpectedly. He immediately pulled away, your heart sank, and Masky reached for his mask.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake..." Your eyes widened, and you watched in slow motion as Masky went to grab his mask. This was it, it was now or never, make up your mind.

"Ah shit, what do I have to lose..." You grabbed Masky's face and smashed your lips against his. Masky was taken aback, processing what on earth just happened to him. He gave in to your kiss, putting one hand on your back and another snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, the two of you staying in your current position. You pulled away to breathe and the two of you didn't know what to say.

"I-I'm sorry..." You broke the silence, and shifted away from him. Masky reached over and put his mask back on, sitting back down on the couch, not saying a word. You couldn't tell if you had pissed him off or made him uncomfortable. But he laid down on the couch, pulling his blanket over him facing away from you. You sighed, and walked back up the stairs into Masky's room. To say you were confused was an understatement, what the hell was that? You groaned, and rolled around in Masky's bed, trying your best to get some sleep.