Quick A/N:

WooHoo!! I finally finished revising the old stuff, from this point on everything written is fresh and new. Thank you so much for being so patient and  supportive of this story, I'm really excited to keep writing for you all! I'm so excited to share this with you all, please enjoy!! \(^0^)/

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You and Tim finished your dinner in peace, without any further confrontation. You settled in one of Tim's guest beds, his room just down the hall. You laid in your pajamas, not being able to get the image of Tim's face out of your head. I guess doing everything he says helped when the guy you were listening to was hot. You felt your face heat up, as a red blush dusted your cheeks. You buried your face into your pillow. This isn't good, you always tried to be strong in every situation, but here you were developing Stockholm Syndrome for a totally hot masked serial killer who you've kissed only once.

Just a few weeks ago this guy was chasing you through the woods and holding a gun to your head, what the hell happened?

Tim laid awake thinking the same thing. He was supposed to be pushing you away, but there was something about you that was so endearing. Tomorrow he had to go cold turkey, but that would be difficult, especially since Masky was apparently so keen on talking to you. That was a whole separate issue, Tim knew Masky wasn't exactly a conversational person, or a pleasant one at that. What could he possibly want to talk to you about? He wished there was a way he could ask Masky, not that he would reveal that anyway.

He took a moment to consider what he wanted to do. He didn't really want to push you away, but getting attached to outsiders was strictly forbidden. It would mean you getting killed, and him getting his independence taken away, and he couldn't risk either of those things. As long as Masky doesn't get in the way of things, it should be fine. Hopefully.

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You woke up the next morning, putting your hair up into a messy bun. You slipped on some clean clothes. A pair of blue jeans, and one of Tim's shirts he let you borrow. You brushed your teeth, and walked downstairs ready to start your day. You saw Tim already downstairs, watching TV. You got to work making some french toast for breakfast.

"Good morning, how are you?" You leaned back past the fridge, to try and take a look at Tim. But he didn't acknowledge you.

"Good." You rolled your eyes and went back to cooking, he was an enigma that one. One minute he was kissing you by candle light, the next he barely acknowledged your existence. You checked one more time, silently checking if Tim seemed angry, but he seemed perfectly fine. You went back to cooking, and put two slices of french toast on each plate. You turned around to call Tim to breakfast. "Tim it's breakfast is-" You turned around to see him directly behind you, wearing his mask. You shrieked, and threw your spatula at his face. It bounced off his Mask, and you immediately regretted it.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, you scared the crap out of me." You chuckled awkwardly, but he didn't say anything. He was wearing his mask, so you just had to assume this was Masky.

"Good morning Masky, are you hungry?" You tried to be as sweet as possible, and flashed him a wide smile. But he didn't say anything in return, he just stared at you, placing his hands at either side of you, trapping you between him and the counter.

"I made you some breakfast, in case you wanted some." Again you smiled, trying not to be confrontational. Finally he said something, breaking the eerie silence.

"We were supposed to talk yesterday, remember?" You nodded vigorously.

"I do remember, I didn't get the chance to and I apologize." Masky chuckled.

"That idiot was the one in control, and I didn't get the chance, but now I have it and I'd like to have a conversation with you." He leaned in closer, the two of you only inches apart.

"I'd be happy to talk with you Masky, whatever you want." He backed up just a bit.

"Let's talk over breakfast, shall we?" You nodded, and the two of you sat down across from each other.

Masky took off his mask and set it down next to his plate. You examined his features, looking for any differences between when Masky was fronting rather than Tim. You noticed that he just looked angrier in general. He had a malice in his eyes and in his voice, and his movements were generally more erratic. You made a mental note, and pretended to eat your breakfast like nothing was on your mind.

"Why were you with Toby yesterday?" You looked up, and Masky was staring dead at you. He had a blank expression on his face, and was stoic as a brick. His eyes held an untold anger, one that Tim didn't seem to share.

"It's a long story, I don't want to bore you." You took another bite of your breakfast, avoiding Masky's burning gaze. The answer to his question was a lot more embarrassing than you cared to admit.

"No please, tell me, I have time." He smiled at you, not a friendly smile however, you knew better. He stared at you pretending like he wasn't at all angry. Masky was horrible at hiding when he was angry, a trait he and Tim both shared. You began to sweat, and tried to formulate your words in a way that wouldn't set him off.

"Well, the other night... When we kissed..." You struggled to put the words together, you didn't want to show too much weakness in front of Masky.

"I was a little confused, because the next morning you treated me like a total stranger." You looked quickly up at Masky, searching for any signs of extra anger. This was an emotional rollercoaster you did not sign the waiver for.

"Toby had said something to me the second day I was here, about how you didn't truly care about me, and you know I expected that." You felt yourself starting to get emotional; anger and sadness began to overwhelm you, but you tried your best to push the emotions down until you were done talking to Masky. You did not want him to see you cry, not after he acted like such a jerk.

"I still don't really think either you or Tim are particularly attached to me, but I felt bad that Toby had gotten hurt because of me..." You tried your hardest to keep your overwhelming emotions under wraps. To say that your recent life has been stressful was an understatement. All you wanted was a little bit of normalcy, you craved it more than anything. But at every turn things seemed to get stranger and stranger. A person could only handle so much chaos.

"I went over to apologize for intruding, but I just needed to get what I was feeling off my chest... It was so stupid of me anyway, allowing myself to become emotionally attached to the two of you, It's obvious you'd rather be alone." Hearing the words come out of your own mouth was too much for you, and the emotions you tried so hard to suppress were finally bubbling over. You ducked your head down so Masky wouldn't see you.

You tried to wipe your tears away as they fell, but they kept spilling out until it was too much to handle. You tried your best to calm yourself down but you couldn't. Your (e/c) eyes filled with tears, you had no choice but to let it all out.

"I-I'm sorry..." You began to sob, and you abruptly stood up from the table, trying to walk away and cry alone. You walked upstairs, and closed the door quietly behind you. You knelt down on the floor and laid your head on top of your mattress, crying like you've never cried before. Everything that had plagued you these past few weeks was finally catching up to you. Toby beating you up, Masky mistreating you, Tim's emotional absence, all of it. Your tears soaking your pillow, as you tried so hard to cry as silently as possible. In that moment you prayed for some sort of comfort, anything would make you feel better.

Masky sat at the table in total disbelief, he could admit he was bad at comforting people, that was Tim's gig. He didn't expect you to break down crying like that, he was totally caught off guard. He had no idea that a stupid kiss meant so much to you, or that you needed Toby of all people to be your own personal therapist after such an insignificant event. He signed, and put his feet up on the table.

Masky didn't necessarily feel guilty about anything that happened, none of that was his fault. Tim was too emotional and soft for his own good, and it puts him in situations like this. Why should he have to deal with it?

Your crying made him all sorts of uncomfortable, he hated to admit that he felt a little bit bad. Tim had made it very clear that there needed to be space between the two of you, where was the fun in that? To Masky he didn't feel as emotionally invested, so he didn't need to worry. But Tim was a big teddy bear when it came to you, he couldn't quite understand. Yeah you were cute, and when you got all fiery he thought that was hot. But that didn't mean anything. Never in his life has dealing with an outsider been so complicated. The morally correct thing to do in this situation was to go upstairs and apologize. But when has Maksy ever been morally correct?

He sighed, and reluctantly stood up from his chair. I guess if you were going to be working for him he had to give you a little bit of respect. He slipped his mask back on and walked over to the sink, pouring a glass of water. He slowly walked up the stairs, and paused when he got to your bedroom door. He heard you sobbing from the other side, and didn't know how to approach this situation.

"I didn't realize I was this emotionally unintelligent..."

He knocked softly on the door, and the sobbing stopped. You didn't respond for a moment, and Masky had his hand readily on the doorknob.

"Come in." He barely heard your soft voice from behind the door, and he peeked his head around, looking you up and down. Your eyes were red and puffy, and your hair was a mess. Your face was flushed, and a tsunami of guilt immediately crashed over him. You looked up at him, fear in your eyes.

"Masky?" He sat down in front of you without a word, handing you a glass of water. You hesitantly took it from his hand, drinking the whole thing in a matter of seconds.

"I figured, you'd be dehydrated, since you're such a crybaby." Masky's attempt at a joke had gone over like a lead balloon. Your eyes welled up with more tears, and you began sobbing again. He froze, sitting there in horror watching you cry.

"I-I was just kidding!" He put an arm comfortingly on your back. You looked up at him, and wiped your tears away.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm terrible at comforting people, that's Tim's department." He took off his mask and set it on your bed, pinching this bridge of his nose in exasperation. He put both hands on your shoulders, and looked at you dead in the eyes. Masky's eyes held a lot more anger than Tim's. In this moment you could tell the anger wasn't directed at you. Masky was still stoic as a brick, but you appreciated his effort nonetheless.

"I'm sorry..." He looked away, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm not gonna say it again so make sure you heard me." Something about him being so embarrassed to apologize cured your blues. You snickered, your lips curling into a smile. You tried your hardest to hold in your laughter but just couldn't. You busted out laughing, and Masky looked at you, eyes wide as saucers.

"What's so funny?!" Masky became flustered, as you continued laughing. His cheeks turned red, which made you laugh harder.

"Hey come on! I'm really trying here!" He was angry at first, but he couldn't help cracking a smile. He chuckled, and covered his mouth quickly to hide it. The two of you laughed together for a moment, but eventually the laughter faded. You wiped your tears away, this time tears of laughter.

"Thank you Masky, I guess I just wasn't expecting you to be so sincere." You looked at him, smiling. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw your smile. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him in a gentle embrace.

He hesitated, until eventually returning your hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He breathed in your scent, smiling to himself.

"Oh no..." His eyes shot open, and he realized now why Tim needed so much space.

"Thank you Masky." He didn't respond however, he just squeezed you tighter. Your sweet voice rang in his ears.

"...I'm falling in love..."