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Chapter 14: Bullies

(Tim's POV)

Okay, so a few weeks have passed and apparently, somehow Jeff and BEN Drowned have found out mine and Hoodie's little secret, and they make us do ridiculous things because if we don't then they'll tell the boss about Hood's and I... We can't do anything to stop them... cause if we do they'll tell and we'll die... I didn't want to die… Though I was more scared of what would happen to Hoodie if we continued to do these tasks more than anything, he was an innocent boy… And god knows what they were going to do to him... He wasn't cut out for this anyway... What if they hurt him? He may be a killer but he was soft... I'd protect him as best I could.. I hoped I could anyways... Sons of bitches…

Right now, me and Hood's had collapsed on the couch after doing their chores for them along with our own chores.

"I... can't move..." Hoodie groaned.

"Ditto…." I groaned loudly. Hoodie curled up on the couch. I gently put my hand on his hand, even though I couldn't touch his hair due to his hood, I stroked his head. He nuzzled lightly against my hand. I smiled, but my smile faded when Ben and Jeff walked into the room. Ben was smirking widely, Jeff, I honestly couldn't tell if he was smirking or not. Hoodie sat up slowly.

"What do you want now?" I growled.

"We already did all your damn chores..." Hoodie said. "What else do you damn want?" The two looked at each other their gazes seemed to be more malicious.

"Hoodie," Jeff said, "we have a specific chore for you," Jeff chuckled darkly.

"H-huh? For me...?" He stammered nervously. Ben nodded with a wide smirk.

"C'mon proxy you need to do your job," he sneered.
"W-Wait. W-what are you t-talking a-about?"

"You'll see," Jeff chuckled, his chuckle was sinister and it quite sickened poor Hoodie… I was worried about what they'd do to him... They motioned for him to follow. Hoodie slowly stood. They ordered me to stay away… I was scared… But I knew unless we both had a death wish, I couldn't do anything about it... But... they never said I couldn't watch them with my cameras. Although… I had an idea of what they were going to do to him… I didn't really want to watch that… he was sure that he'd puke if he did…. So I sat and waited, worrying out of my mind. I even stood up to pace after a long time. After what seemed like an eternity, BEN and Jeff came back.

"Where's Hoodie?" I demanded. "What did you do to him?"

"He's in your room now," Ben smirked widely. I ran past them. I rushed to my room and threw open the door only to hear a thud.

"Ow! That hurt!" Hoodie's voice cried.

"Hoodie!" I cried.

"Ow! Masky! That hurt! Ow! I think you broke my nose!" He cried, holding his face and clutching his nose.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I hugged him tightly. He whimpered softly. "What did they do to you?" I asked.

"I do NOT want to talk about it…." He muttered, shaking softly. I nodded in understanding. He shivered slightly. He seemed to have all his clothes in shape, I wondered what they did to him… He didn't seem too traumatized so the probably didn't... So what had they done...? I wouldn't force my Hoodie to tell me… If Hoodie didn't want to tell me… Or was uncomfortable with it, I wouldn't force him. Then again... I had video footage... I had cameras in every room. I would look there later… I needed to tend to Hoodie's nose right now. I pulled off his mask. His nose was bleeding profusely… And it looked a bit crooked… I'd have to bend it straight and dry up the blood... God I wished he couldn't feel pain like Toby…

"H-how d-does m-my nose l-look?" He asked, using his fingers to swipe some of the blood off of it and look at the blood.

"Crooked..." I felt bad for this but… "Hold still…" I muttered before I gently took his nose with my fingertips. He stiffened, closing his eyes. I could see him wince as I pushed his nose back into place hearing a crunch that made me grimace.

"Ow..." He groaned.

"Sorry baby," I whispered. I stood up, my muscles protesting, and I walked over to the nightstand and pulled a tissue out of the tissue box that sat on the table, then I carried it over, finding myself stroking the soft tissue with my thumb. I cleaned up the blood gently. I saw him smile.

"Thanks Tim," he smiled, despite the pain he was in.

"No problem." I smiled slightly and helped him up. He picked up his mask and tossed it onto the nightstand.

"I hate those two..." Hoodie muttered.

"I do too…" I murmured, pulling him into a hug. Hoodie sighed softly. I closed the door with my foot and lead him to bed where we sat down. I stroked his hair lightly. It was soft… It felt like smile dog's fur… (Which was surprisingly well kept, that dog was more clean than anyone in the entire house). Smile dog wasn't that bad actually… He was nice, considering Jeff was his owner... I sighed softly and kissed Hoodie's cheek. We lay down together… I didn't like this… We didn't like this… I didn't know what we could do to escape this horror... We couldn't run... could we...? I prayed we could… But Slender… He'd kill us... Then again... would that really be worse that our current situation...? I didn't think there was an afterlife… So… I wouldn't be with Hoodie… It… It wouldn't be good… Me and Hoodie would never see each other again… Death was permanent... I hugged him tighter, sighing.

"M-Masky?" He asked softly.

"Yeah...?" I asked softly.

"H-how l-long are w-we going to h-have to d-do this?" He asked, his voice was soft.

"I don't know..." I heard a quiet sniffle come from him, he squished his cheek against my chest, too afraid that he'd hurt his nose again if he buried it into my chest. I stroked his head, trying to comfort him. He was getting the worst out of this… I knew he was… He was so damn fragile… And those bastards were using it against him... I wish we could tell Slender... But… he couldn't know about me and Hoods... Maybe I could make something up...? God… But then they'd tell Slender me about me and Hoodie... Why did our lives had to be so hard?

I lay down and thought for a long while... Hoodie seemed to fall asleep. I smiled at how cute he was in his sleep, I never really got the time to look at his precious face…

I began to think about what we could do… Then it came to me! We could run away! Sure it was crazy! Sure there was a 75% chance we could die! But we could get away from it all! We could survive!