Author's note: I would be highly grateful for critiques and reviews, I haven't posted any stories in quite a long time. Creepypasta belongs to whomever I suppose, but they are not mine.

Masky quietly sat up in bed, sleep hadn't come to him. His mind consumed with how angry Hoody was with him yesterday. Today wasn't the first day his mind wasn't focused. His wandering thoughts nearly blew the mission on the over-realm, angering both his partner and master. He shook it off, rolling out of bed, quietly dropping his feet quietly onto the cold hardwood. Shuffling to the dresser, glancing at himself in the mirror. Dark bags drooping below his zombie-like eyes, disheveled brown hair sticking up randomly. "I really should get some sleep.." he said softly to himself. He quietly snapped his mask on, walking out to the kitchen, careful to not wake any of his sleeping room-mates.

He made himself toast and coffee, making his way back out to the dark living room. The unmasked face of his partner glaring at him. "What has been up with you upon recent, Masky?" The robotic tone signaled he was angry with him along with the calculating expression.

"U-uh.. um.. n-nothing.." He stammered in the shy-guy voice that was per usual to him. Hoody raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You are a horrendous liar, Masky."

"I... um... w-want some t-toast?" He half threw the bread at him, quickly vanishing up the stairs. Hoody sighed, rubbing his temple with his fingers. That boy is an idiot, I swear. He stood, nomming on the toast, walking into Eyeless Jack's room that had been designed by a color-blind paint jockey with no need for cleanliness or organization. "Eyeless?" A man with black skin and black nothingness where his eyes should be poked his head out from beneath the covers, hair a disarray because of it. "Yo' ."

Hoody bowed his head curtly, "How are you?"

"Fine, dude. Wassup?" EJ yawned, leaning against the headboard, kicking a leg over the other.

"Masky is behaving strangely."

"Spit something in my ear-holes I don't know, dude."

Hoody sighed, dramatically throwing himself onto the edge of EJ's bed. He simply rolled his no longer present eyes, "When you gonna spit out the news you like the motherfucker and cut the shit, bro?"

The younger looked at him, shocked and caught off guard. "W-what?"

"Just because I don't have eyes, doesn't mean I'm blind, stupid."

"Your choice in decorating tells me otherwise... Where could you have possibly gotten such ludicrous ideas from?" Hoody retorted. Jack rolled his eyes, "Quite talking like the god damn dictionary and I might tell you, Professor Fucktard."

"Fine.. I suppose... I mean, I guess I could try." He crossed his arms, shooting a childish expression at him. Jack snorted, leaning on his elbows. "I, by I I mean everyone, could cut the sexual tension between you two little masked idiots with a fucking knife and serve it for Alice's god damn birthday."

The hooded proxy cocked his head, Jack smacking a hand to his face. "You need to bone the dude or at least put your erection of hilariously ridiculous yet entirely obvious gay love away. That's a boner I don't wanna see, not that I would want to. Like, ever."

Hoody sighed, depressed suddenly at his choice in companions. "Thanks for the advice, I believe?"

Jack just shrugged at him, tossing the blanket over his face not saying another sarcastic word as his friend excused himself.

Masky quietly cursed to himself in his room, "Good job, s-stupid..."

Maybe he should talk to BEN. It was better than talking to The Rake or Laughing Jack about it. As the Rake's dialect, as described by Eyeless, sounded more or less like Satan raping Type'n'Tell and Laughing Jack was useless and creepy. Very creepy. He could be blowing up my pixel dome he's that creepy. He giggled softly to himself, poking his head into the hallway. Once he was sure the coast was clear of Hoody he hurried down the hall, stepping into the ajar door of the young Pasta who was intensely immersed in a video game. Knowing there was little use in even attempting to pull the young teenager from his gaming endeavors, he settled on the floor beside him. The teen's black eyes with tiny red pupils were narrowed in concentration, sharp teeth digging into his lip. After a particularly long series of explosions, BEN noticed the presence, pausing his game. "Hey Masky."

"H-hi." He answered back softly, even though he felt comfortable in the company of his friend. BEN raised an eyebrow, blowing a tuft of blond hair from his face before turning to face the brunette. "What's wrong, bro?"

"H-hoody is angry with m-me."

"Oh, the over-realm incident? Dude, I'm sure he'll get over it. It wasn't even a big deal." The boy shrugged, Masky sighed again softly, hugging his arms to his chest. Another presence unnoticed by the masked raised a fluffy head. A grin spreading across its muzzle slowly, Masky flicked a glance at its direction, yelping and jumping onto the bed. The red and black husky diving after him, "Smile, No! Bad dog, no! Leave Masky alone! Leave him!" BEN dragged the grinning dog out of the room and into the hallway, who (after taking a cackle break) trotted off to bother the other residents of the house.

BEN waved his hand in front of his face in a irritated gesture, "Don't think about Hoody, bro. You just have to relax."

Masky sighed, "I g-guess."

"Now, get off the wall and sit down." He said, eying the proxy haphazardly standing on the headboard, fingers digging in to the wall. He inched from his perch slowly, falling face-first into the mess of blankets, Ben shook his head. "You hungry, dude?"

"Not r-really." He said softly, wrapping himself up in a cocoon of soft blankets. BEN turned on a movie after vowing to the game console he would continue later. Half-way through the dramatic chick-flick, perplexing romance trapezoids had finally deemed Masky unconscious. BEN looked over at him, turning off the TV as to not wake him from the noise, creeping over to his laptop, searching game walk-through's while his friend slept. Tempted to research his Marble Hornet friends, refraining knowing it was seriously against Slenderman's rules.

Hoody had seen Masky running into BEN's room. He balled his fists, trying to steady his heavy breathing. Heart racing at a million miles a minute. I have to do this and I have to do it now. He reasoned with himself, Eyeless standing a couple feet behind him, not daring to miss this catastrophe. He glanced back at his friend for any kind of support, receiving only a smirk. He sighed, starting up the stairs. Heart pounding faster every time he took a step, limbs becoming led being slowly shuffled through tar. He finally paused outside BEN's door, Jack stopping on the top of the steps. Grinning as Hoody opened the door, taking his phone out and beginning to roll the camera. Hitting the record button, BEN glancing over at the sudden entourage, confused. Hoody gently eased Masky's mask off, BEN gaining the same grin Jack held on his face. Masky opened a dead looking eye, tilting his head slightly. Blushing slightly as he realized how close his partner was. Hoody gathered himself the best he could, retreating slightly before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.