HEY HEY! Hope you are enjoying this! This one is funny and I madez a markiplier reference heh heh. Anyways! ENJOY THE HOODIE X MASKYNESS!

Chapter 3: Playing Nurse

(Brian's Pov)

I set up the last camera, hopping down neatly from the tree branch, the leaves barely registering on my black gloved hands. Standing up straight, I looked up at my master.

"Good job Hoodie." He praised, though I don't know how he could really talk, he doesn't exactly have a mouth… Or eyes…. Or a face... I remained silent, simply nodding my head. It had been a couple days since my master made me his servant, or proxy as he called me, and gave me my new name. Hoodie. I wasn't Brian anymore… I couldn't really focus on anything because I was always thinking of Tim… I missed him.. I wanted to see him again... "Hoodie! Are you listening to me?" Master's voice cut through my thoughts like a knife.

"Y-Yes Master... f-forgive m-me. I s-spaced out f-for a moment..." I said quietly. I've been stammering a lot lately... I'm not entirely sure why either. I could hear him sigh exasperatedly.

"I said. Hang up these papers on the hiding spots with circles and an X in the center. You may do whatever you please until I call you again after that," He said.

"Y-yes m-master." I nodded, taking the pages from his slender hand and walking off to find the mark he had said for me to find.

I carefully searched the forest for the marks and placed papers on each mark, keeping the paper stuck to whatever objects they were. Once that was done, I started quickly making my way through the forest. Maybe... Maybe I could find Tim. I could tell him I was okay. That I was alive. I walked, the trees dark tall towers. I could barely see past the coverage of the roof of leaves above me.

"BRI...AN!" I faint call flowed into my ears. Tim... I began running, avoiding trees as I ran to the voice of my best friend. Then there I saw him… On the forest floor, a flashlight rolled out of his hand.

"Tim…." I breathed, I could feel my breath, hot and humid against my face like steam as it rolled onto my face after bouncing off the mask that covered my face. I took my mask off and shoved it into the pocket of my hoodie . Tears slid down my cheeks like hot rivers, clearing a path through the dust on my heated cheeks. Was he dead? Was my best friend dead because of me? I picked him up gently and began dragging him towards home. He was too heavy for me to carry, mostly because I had noodles for arms. "God damn… Noodle arms…" I huffed, breathing heavily as I tried to drag him to some sort of shelter. I took several breaks but I finally managed to get him back to our apartment somehow. Thankfully, he had the key on him so I could get inside and lay him on the coach. I buckled over putting my hands on my knees and panting heavily, exhaustion wore on my limbs and my lungs burned as if I ran a marathon. (Though honestly I don't think I could even make it past a mile) I wiped my brow with my forearm, removing beads of sweat that slipped down my temple. Tim groaned softly, his eyes opening slightly.

I felt a smile pull itself across my lips. Tim, he was alive! Oh thank god! "Tim!" I cried happily, hugging his fevered body tightly.

"Brian...?" He asked softly.

"Ya… It's okay, I'm alive, I'm not hurt," I whispered, stroking his hair, his forehead was burning hot… It dawned upon me… He just had one of his attacks… He had a fever, this one must have hit him hard. I began to feel guilty for not being there to help him. "Tim... I'm so sor-" Then pain stabbed my head. I hissed in pain, putting my gloved hand on my head.

"Wh… What's wrong Brian?" Tim asked his voice breathy, pain in it.

"I... I have to go..." I said softly, thankful he hadn't fully opened his eyes yet. I pulled my mask and hood back on. Master was calling...

"B-but I ju-just got you ba-ck…" He whispered in pain and protest.

"I'm sorry... I so sorry... But I have no choice." I gave him a quick hug, going over to the window and opening it, climbing outside and jumping to the ground, landing silently. "I'll come back later!" I called up to him before I ran off into the sunrise, leaving to please my master, troubling what if's plagued my mind. What if Tim gets another attack? What if he dies while I'm gone? What if master doesn't let me return to him? I sped up slightly, trying to push those thoughts out. Master could read minds... if he found out... it wouldn't be good. He's already probably upset. I'm late.

I ran, and ran. and ran, until I reached Master, panting but refraining from doubling over. He stood in the shadow of a tree, his arms crossed.

"You're late Hoodie." He said sternly.

"I-I'm s-sorry master I-I r-ran a long w-way," I stuttered, avoiding eye contact and staring at my shoes, trying my best to keep my thoughts away from Tim. He looked at me for a moment and I could feel him trying to read my mind, to see why exactly I was late. But I wouldn't let him. I blocked Tim from my thoughts. I wouldn't let him see Tim… I wouldn't let him hurt Tim. He sighed softly.

"Alright, next assignment," He said. "I want you to stalk this man" He ordered shoving a file in my hand. I opened the file, looking it over. "I've been trying to make him my proxy for a while. But he's a great deal more stubborn than you, so I need to make him give in." I nodded and read the name at the top… Tim… My Tim! He could be my partner! We could be proxies together!

"I c-can con-convince him M-Master!" I said hurriedly.

"I'm giving you two weeks. I expect you to do your part to assist me." Master said, looking down at me.

"Th-that's all the ti-me I need!" I said before hurrying off to Tim. I pulled off my mask as I ran, stuffing it back into my pocket. I could go back to Tim! We could be proxies together and we'd never have to be apart!

I grinned at the thought at I skipped up the steps of the apartment and ran into our room. "Tim! I'm back!" I said happily as I ran over to him and kneeled at his side feeling the carpeted floors like a cushion beneath my knees. "I'm back and I'm not leaving again!" I grinned, gripping his hand with my gloved ones. I saw him smile his eyes closed.

"Good…" He whispered. "Hey Brian... could you... give me some pills?" He asked a bit weakly. I nodded and fetched his pills from the counter and got a bottled water to drink it with, then I headed back over to him and unscrewed the cap of the water bottle. I helped him sit up, putting the pills in his hand. He put them in his mouth, swallowing them with some water. "Thanks." He smiled. "I feel better now."

"No problem," I whispered, I began petting his shaggy brown hair before I could stop myself, though I couldn't feel the soft tufts due to my gloves, but I could still sort of feel their presence beneath the cloth of my black gloves. I leaned my head on his shoulder, hugging his waist tightly.

"Thank you… Brian…" He whispered.

"Your welcome..." I murmured.

"I mean... thank you... for coming back... I missed you Brian..." He breathed.

"I missed you too... I'm sorry for leaving..." I didn't mention master just yet. It wasn't the right time... He smiled and took my hand in his. I could feel my heart rocket to the sky. "I won't leave your side again Tim..." I said softly.

"You better not." I felt myself smile. This new happy feeling inside of me... It blossomed like a flower and made me cherish it's wonderful presence. What was this feeling? Was this perhaps a crush? On another guy? But… I wasn't allowed… I knew I wasn't allowed… I slipped off my gloves putting them in the pockets of my pants, then I put a palm to the smooth skin of Tim's forehead, it was hot… Blistering hot… I stood up and walked over to the small closet in our apartment, and I took out a facecloth.

I made my way over to the kitchen sink and wet the cloth in cold water. Then I walked back over to Tim with the dripping wet cloth in my hands, I could feel the cold water tickle my skin gently as the sound of pitterpatering water droplets sounded in my ears when drops hit the carpeted floors.

I walked over to his exhausted form as his arms and legs drooped over the edges (well it WAS a small couch and he was pretty tall, at least 5' 9 ) When I reached him, I gently used my fingertips to brush his chocolate colored hair behind his ears revealing his beautiful face, those dark, thick eyelashes that curved upwards, beautifully and perfectly pointed to the ceiling, his lips were so full and vulnerable… So… Kissable…. Fuck….. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. STAP IT MIND! I shook my head, attempting to clear my thoughts.

I gently lay the cloth over his forehead in hoping that I could lower his temperature. I then looked at his peaceful sleeping face, his lips moved a bit like they were forming words.

"sh…..Shut….. Shut up Nurse….." He mumbled in his sleep. The fuck? What did this boy dream of? I felt myself chuckle slightly.

"Strange boy…" I murmured, a smile playing on my lips. I knew I'd have to take care of him until he was back on his feet again. I guess I'd be playing nurse for a few days.