~Narrator POV~

So, with how Hoodie spoke, Toby misunderstood the situation, he hadn't known that Brian was joking. He immediately assumed that Tim was just lonely and horny and was gonna use Tobias for his body.

Deep down, though, Toby knew that Masky would never do such a thing, but he didn't care. He was mad, so he ran off into his room, not planning on leaving any time soon.

Masky sighed and got up, grabbing a towel, and going to take a shower.

Tobias locked his door and sat on his bed, anxiously chewing his hands- he was clearly stressed out.

Was he just a body to Timothy?

No, no way.
Tim was not a bad person. A killer, yes, but a bad person? Not at all!
So what did Brian mean?

Toby continued to sit anxiously while chewing on his fingers.

Eventually, he tasted his own blood.
'Fuck!' Tobias thought, pulling away and looking at his now bloody hands. He sighed.

~About an hour later~

Timothy finished his shower and got dressed, stretching and walking out of his room. He'd decided that he would talk to Toby about what happened.

He walked to Toby's door and saw it closed. He knocked, earning no response

“Toby? Are you in there?” Tim asked, still not hearing a response. He grabbed the doorknob and turned. It was locked, of course. Masky sighed “I know you're in there...” he called out. Still no response.

“Dammit Rogers, if you don't answer, I'm kicking this door down.” Tim said, now clearly worried. No fucking answer. He sighed and got on his knees. Tim obviously wasn't going to kick the door down when it wasn't required. He simply found a paperclip and picked the lock, then standing back up, opening the door and stepping inside

“Toby-” he began before cutting himself off when he saw Tobias sitting on his bed with bloody hands and teary eyes as he ticked and cracked his neck every few seconds.

Heyo, sorry for such a short chapter, but I've nothing else to write. Also, sorry about the drama, but it's apparently required for fanfiction.
Love,
       Totally Not Your Christian Closeted Gay Uncle❤