~Toby's POV~

Tim stayed silent for a moment or two before chuckling softly "You really are a freak, eh Rogers?" he joked as I felt my face heat up.

How embarrassing.
I mean, not like he's completely normal either...

~Masky's POV~

I smirked as I noticed Toby blush. He responded after a moment

"A-at least I'm n-n-not a work-obsessed p-prick!" he spat
Damn.
I mean, it's true, but damn, it kinda hurt coming from him.

"...at least I do my work..." I mumbled. Tobias heard me, of course.
I mean, of course- we were only around three feet apart, we could hear any noise made by the other.
Toby scoffed as he furrowed his eyebrows. He was mad, but obviously not as mad as he previously was. I sighed and leaned back.
This is boring.

Toby turned to the door, looking extremely angry. He then began...to punch...the door...

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as I heard laughter from the other room, this only made Toby punch harder. "Toby, you fucking brat, stop that!" I shouted.

~Toby's POV~

I don't exactly know what I was thinking, I just knew that I wanted out and if I punched hard enough, I'll be able to leave the damn closet.

Then I heard Masky shout "Toby, you fucking brat, stop that!" I just glared at him before responding
"M-make me." I said, continuing to punch the door.

A moment later, I felt my face heat up once again as Tim grabbed me by the neck, pushing me against the wall while making eye contact with me. He had a furious expression. I whimpered quietly as my legs immediately began to feel like jelly.

"When I say 'stop' you fucking stop, got it, Rogers?" Masky said angrily. I know he can't hurt me, but God, I feel so inferior.

"Oh, who took a shit in your cheesecake, eh, Timmy?" I asked jokingly as he rolled his eyes, hearing the nickname as I giggled childishly, Masky just sighed began pulling away.

But I didn't want him to let me go...

Once he was back a few feet we stood in silence for a moment. I looked at him as he looked down at the floor. Then I noticed he was blushing lightly....maybe it's getting hot in here...
I silently pulled my hoodie off as Tim looked at me and raised an eyebrow
I just shrugged and threw my hoodie on the floor.

~Masky's POV~

Shit, shit, shit, shit-

Oh God, please don't tell me I have feelings for Toby! I can't! It's just...wrong...besides, it's not like he'd ever feel the same. Oh, this'll be terrible...

To be continued cause I'm stupid and have no idea what else to write, so thanks for reading, much love ❤️