A/N: I was delighted to see a couple of comments on chapter one, I'm really glad you like this story. ^^ I'm sorry for not updating soon enough, I was sort of busy. But anyways, I hope you like chapter two, chapter three is on it's way, I'll post it tomorrow, and these chapter's are actually pre-written, I just take a really long time to edit and update, I'm really sorry about that...I'll get to posting the next few chapters soon! Bye! :o)

"Waterworks"

By the time that Masky and Hoody had reached their home, it was already dark, and most of the other proxy's had already gone to bed.

Hoody carefully peaked inside of their shared bedroom and looked around. When he saw that it was clear, he sighed and motioned for Masky to step inside, slamming the door behind them and sliding down.

He looked so tired and worn out after such a long way, Masky felt kind of bad for him.
"Hoody? You alright?" he walked next to his partner and caressed his shoulder with the same gentleness and sensitivity that he had showed him earlier.

Hoody sighed at the immediate contact and fell against Masky's leg in one swift motion.
Despite the obvious discomfort Masky was in, he stayed put and let Hoody rest. After all, Hoody deserved a reward for dragging him all the way across the forest and back home with no rest.

Hoody was a hard worker. He barely ate and hardly got any sleep, yet he still managed to do his daily duty and find the time to hang out with Masky. It was kind of sad really. All he really wanted was to pursuit happiness, but his happiness was Masky, and he could only have fun with Masky, therefore he couldn't leave his side.

It was a shame that his masked partner could never see the obvious signs of his feelings for him.

Hoody couldn't wait until Masky finally realized how he felt, realized he felt the same way, and kissed him on the lips.

Perhaps Masky would let him sleep on his bed!

Hoody inwardly gasped and squealed against Masky's leg, purring slightly.

Hm…what else would Masky let him do if they became intimate partners? Would he let him feed him food? Would he let him give him more massages? Would he let him touch his hair? The thought of touching such luxuriously silky hair made Hoody tremble. Would he be permitted to sing to him? Would he be able to shower with him? Would they hold hands? Would they exchange clothing?

In the park, Hoody had seen couples share gloves. They always looked so happy.
Just the mere thought of him and Masky feeling that happy and basking in each other's presence made him feel so lightheaded and giddy, he couldn't help but smile.

Masky was a pretty down-to-earth guy, so he never really cared much for fantasies, but just once, Hoody wanted to be the one to serenade him into a blissful sleep, he wanted to run his fingers through the tuft of hair that covered his face and push it away so that he could see his beautiful eyes, he wanted to hug him, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to swoon him, he wanted to hold hands, and he wanted to sleep in the same bed as him – but Masky would never allow that…if he had reacted so badly to kiss on the cheek, he would never agree to a kiss on the lips.

Hoody's smile faded as his face heated up in embarrassment.

He was embarrassed because he had actually fooled himself into thinking that Masky would ever return his feelings. Hoody thought it ridiculous that he could let emotions get the best of him so quickly. He was a proxy, he was trained to be the best of the best, a fierce killing machine with only the urge to kill. And now he was crying…
Wait…he was crying…

A surge of shock ran through him as he tried to stop but it was far too late to go back. Tears were already streaming down his face, causing his velvet cheeks to glisten as he reached under his persona to wipe them away.

Alarmed, Masky knelt down to his partner's level. He removed Hoody's hands from his eyes as he examined them.

"H-Hoody…are you alright? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Did you pull a muscle? What's wrong?" Masky used his sleeve to dab away the tears that were slowly starting to build up in Hoody's eyes.

Hoody's vision blurred, yet he could still feel Masky's hot breath just inches away from his mouth as he backed away. How desperately he wanted him, but how desperately he wanted to escape his grasp and deny the truth – Masky didn't love him and he never would.
He violently jerked away and scrambled to get up, pressing himself up firmly against the wall and sliding away from a now confused and stunned Masky.

"H-Hoody, what's wrong –"

Before Masky was given the chance to finish his sentence, Hoody stumbled back and fell onto his bed, hastily repeating, "N-No, nothing, I am fine, everything is fine, I-I just need to get some rest, I'm just a bit tired…"

Masky didn't look convinced, "But you were just cryi –"

"N-No! I-I…" Hoody clenched his fists, unable to think of a proper excuse as he left the room.

"Hoody, I –"

Masky was cut off again as Hoody slammed the door shut behind him. He ran down the corridor and dashed down the stairs. There was one other proxy in this building that he talked to, he knew he could always turn to him when Masky wasn't there, or when Masky didn't feel like talking to him – Eyeless Jack.

As soon as he reached his room, he sighed in relief. Would Jack be awake? Would he even let Hoody sleep in his room? Jack was the only one without a roommate, there was an uneven number of proxies in the building, and Jack didn't really talk to anyone that much. He really only talked with Hoody and Seed Eater.

Hoody found himself knocking on Jack's door, clutching a pillow tightly to his chest and still sniffling.

He heard some shuffling noises inside of the room and a slight creaking noise indicating that someone was walking towards the door. There was a slight pause before the unmistakable clicks of chains was heard.

As the door swung open, Jack peeked outside, when he spotted Hoody, he ran towards him and tackled him to the ground in a massive hug.

"Hoody!" he squeaked in delight, still hugging him.

"Hello there, friend." Hoody grinned.

Jack chuckled as he got up, helping Hoody to his feet as well. He walked him into his room and sat him down on the nearest bed.

He ran over to the door and shut it, then without hesitation, he bolted back to Hoody for another large hug before finding his place next to him.

"So what's up?" asked Jack as he nuzzled into Hoody's side.

Hoody giggled at Jack's silliness, he was so reserved and serious in public, yet when it came to hanging out he became hyper and sentimental.

Hoody patted Jack's head as he sighed, "I uh – do not know how to explain what happened…can I just sleep here for tonight?"

Jack beamed, "Of course! You should know that you're welcome here any….are you crying?"
Eyeless cursed himself for not noticing sooner. He lifted himself off of Hoody's form and let him rest his head on his shoulder for support. He looked awfully tired.

Hoody remained silent as he rested his head against Jack and clung onto his arm fiercely.
Jack's face suddenly hardened. A dark aura filled the room, Hoody could feel it.

Indifference and ruthless hatred crept along every crack and crevice there was. It seemed to pour out and spread like flames as Hoody inched away from him.

"…Did Masky do something to you?"

"…"

"Hoody…"

Jack had known about Hoody's little crush for years, and he wasn't particularly fond of his choice.

"Hoody," he repeated, "Tell me. Did Masky do something to you?" even though his tone was meant to be strict and firm his voice trembled.

Hoody couldn't contain the tears that gathered in his eyes as he shrugged. He wasn't sure what to say. Masky hadn't done anything to him.

"Answer me properly dammit, just what the hell did he do to you?" Jack was beginning to shout, which didn't comfort Hoody at all, in fact it only made him more upset as he hugged himself.

Jack seized up, he hated seeing Hoody like this.

He sighed and slinked closer to him. He pressed himself against him until he was practically able to drink in his miserable aura – Hoody looked cute when he was sad.

Jack shook this thought from his mind as he concentrated on calming Hoody. He carefully wrapped an arm around his friend and pulled him into an embrace.

Hoody shook and sobbed as he settled into the others warm body, it almost reminded him of how he wanted to be with Masky, but it just wasn't the same.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just get a little angry when Masky makes you upset, or when anyone upsets for that manner. I'm just really frustrated and it's not your fault, I shouldn't be yelling at you…" Jack murmured as he rubbed Hoody's back soothingly.

Hoody stayed quiet for a few seconds before nodding in understanding.

They sat for a long while, contemplating on whether or not to move. Hoody began to get a little uncomfortable as he squirmed in place, making little whining noises as he silently begged to be released. He was exhausted from such a long night.

Jack looked at the clock, 1:42 am. It was getting really late.

He sighed as he let go and motioned for Hoody to get off the bed so that he could fix it. Hoody obeyed and moved to Jacks bed, waiting patiently for him to tidy up.

Eyeless replaced the old worn out bed sheets with fresh new ones that he had kept for just the occasion. He fluffed up the pillows and spread out some large blankets with ridiculous patterns on them: fluffy clouds, pink stripes, little kittens tossing a ball of yarn around – no doubt he had gotten these from Pinkamena.

Hoody stifled back a laugh.

Then Jack brought out something that caught Hoody off guard – a small worn out teddy bear without any eyes – how fitting, he almost chuckled at the irony. He remained quiet though, he didn't want to seem rude.

Hoody tilted his head to the side in a questioning manor.

Jack placed the stuffed doll in his hands as he smiled underneath his mask, "This is my bear, he doesn't have a name though. I found him in a burnt building on one of my missions. I like him because he's kind of in the same situation as I am." He shrugged, "So I figured you might need him for comfort, after all he always comforts me when I'm sad." He patted Hoody's back as he got up to turn off the lights.

Hoody blinked as he looked down at the small stuffed bear in his lap. He examined it closely, flipping it over and inspecting its condition as he rubbed its ears, poked it, and even sniffed it.

He smiled a bit. He was glad to have a friend like Jack to hang out with, he made him feel better and always made sure that he was happy.

"Thank you." He mumbled. He felt too tired to say anything else as he yawned.

"You wanna sleep in my bed with me? Or if you want you can use my bed and I can use the guest bed, what do you think?" Jack insisted.

Hoody shrugged, "It's quite alright, I'm fine with sleeping on the guest bed, I'd feel a bit more comfortable anyways." He smiled, squeezing the unnamed teddy bear to his chest.
Jack sighed, "Alright…but just know that we can switch beds any time, I wouldn't mind at all."
Hoody had barely heard the last part of sentence, but nodded softly anyways.
Not a few seconds later he collapsed onto the bed behind him, still embracing the small stuffed bear as he fell into a tranquil and serene sleep.

The next day came fairly quickly. Hoody always woke up and prepared breakfast early in the morning. In fact he woke earlier than most of the other proxy's. He wanted to stay clear of any of them during the day as much as he could.

But today was quite the contrary as much as he hated to admit it.

Hoody had woken up later than usual. By the time he was up it was nearly noon. He paid no mind to this, as his body was still sore and numb from the stress caused the day before.
All he did – or rather all he could do – was lay down and concentrate on the ceiling above him.

There was no way in hell that he was going downstairs after all of the commotion that he had caused yesterday.

He didn't care to see Masky, he hadn't even made up a proper excuse yet as to why he had been crying.

'Oh, sorry for running out without a word last night, Masky, I was just thinking about how you would never love me in this lifetime, and how you would never kiss me on the lips. How about I make you some breakfast, huh?'

Hoody scoffed at the idea of saying such an absurdity.

The thought of food made his stomach growl with anticipation. He was starving. They usually had some food left over, and even though it wouldn't be fresh, it was still something. Maybe Jack could get some of it for him, he would understand, right?

It was only then that he had noticed that Jack was gone. Damn.

He would have to get it himself.

Hoody grunted as he lazily slid off of the bed and jumped onto the floor. He put on his trademark hood and a fresh pair of jeans as he headed out the door and into the hallway.
He kept his head down, trying to avoid contact with anyone or anything that might try talking to him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he trudged through the halls, back slouched and bags under his weary eyes.

He clung onto the wall besides him for support as he walked along the seemingly endless corridor that appeared to stretch out for miles and miles ahead.

In his lightheaded and unsteady state, he could barely see where he was going when –

"EEP!"

A flash of bright pinks and yellows passed by Hoody and The sudden surge of shock that ran through him brought him back to life in an instant as he pushed whatever was on him off.
He looked up to see that it was none other than Pinkamena – or as she liked to be called, Cupcake.

"Oh my gosh, I'm soooo super-duper upper sorry that I knocked you over! Was it my fault or your fault? Hm…I guess we both weren't looking where we were going – oopsies!" she giggled as she helped Hoody up off the ground.

Hoody dusted himself off as he sighed, "Hello, Cupcake." He really wasn't in the right mood to converse with her.

"OH MY GOSH! I totally forgot to say hello! How rude!" the pink-haired girl pouted, was she yelling at herself?

"OOOOH, Hoody! I have something real important that I have to tell you! Masky's been lookin' all over for you! He's been asking about you all morning long! He's going to be so thrilled to know that I found you!" Pinkie beamed as she bounced up and down.

Hoody stiifened, "M-Masky? He…He is searching for me?"

Cupcake nodded, "Mhm. he's been looking for you almost all day! Poor guy, he looked exhausted." She seemed a bit calmer now as she stood there grinning.
Hoody gulped, "What do you mean exhausted? Did he look sick?" he had remembered Masky's coughing fit yesterday.

Before Pinkamena could even open her mouth to give him a response –

"Hoody?"

The both of them turned around to see a worn out looking Masky lumbering down the hall way, clutching his stomach, and using the wall for support.

"OH!" Pinkie gasped, "He's here! Isn't that the funniest thing, Hoody? You should go help him!" she gently pushed Hoody in the way of his ill partner.

Masky gasped in pain as he collapsed on the floor, clutching his side as he hacked and coughed violently.

Hoody quickly rushed to his aid.

He didn't want to see him. It brought an undesirable pain to his chest, and it hurt so bad to be around him, but he was hurt! And it all probably due to him.

Hoody held his partner and cradled his head softly on his chest. He smoothed his messy bed hair and tried desperately not to cry as Masky pulled him into a hug.

"H-Hoody." His voice was soft yet raspy.

"Yes, Masky?" Hoody clutched onto his weak partner, trying to keep him in an upright position as he rubbed his back in circles.

"Where the hell were you?" his warm breath tickled Hoody's neck as he spoke softly.
"…" he didn't know how to respond. He could say that he was at Jack's last night, but then he'd ask why…then how would he respond to that?

"We must get you back to the room."

Masky stopped him, "No. Answer me. Where the hell were you?" Masky sounded more sad than angry at this point.

Hoody only stood there.

Pinkamena watched, suddenly surprised and very worried.

"…Hoody…please answer me." Masky's red puffy eyes were enough to let Hoody know that Masky hadn't slept. It was probably due to the fact that he probably had a fever as well.

He couldn't stand to see him like this.

"…I-I went to sleep in Jack's room."

Pinkamena blinked, she could feel the tension rising as she shivered.

"Why?" Masky sounded at the verge of crying.

"Masky, you are going to cause a scene out here. You are sick, you have a fever, you have not slept, we will take you back to our room and I will tell you there.

Masky didn't care, "No! I want an answer now Hoody! Why the hell were you at Jacks?"

Normally, Masky wouldn't be this touchy-feely, and he would've probably been more reasonable if he weren't in this ridiculously feeble state.

Hoody sighed, "It is not a big deal! I-I-I thought that perhaps you needed some space last night since you seemed ill and –"

"No! You're fucking lying! You left crying! Why? Answer me you little shit!" Masky pulled Hoody down and threw him to the side in fit of anger.

Hoody had had enough…