Gone

Why?

Masky's p.o.v

I ran as fast as my legs could take me.

Sure I didn't know where to go, but I had to get there eventually, right?

After running for what felt like hours, I finally got to a huge and somewhat withered tree. 

That's where I found him, his back turned to me.

He was still alive and breathing , but he had a gun in his hand. It looked as if he was contemplating , If he should shoot or not. 

I slowly walked up to him trying my best not to startle him. 

"So much for that" I thought, as he turned his head to face me. 

"W-what are you d-doing here?" he said 

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"I-isn't it obvious?" he said, forcing a laugh.

"But...why?"

"N-nobody likes me, all I e-ever do is annoy you guys... he mumbled"

"That's not true!"

A smirk appeared on his face, "I'm not dumb Timmothy, I heard what you and Hoodie said about me." 

That left me speechless. 

"I-I..." I tried to come up with an explanation but, words just wouldn't form

"Exactly"

"That doesn't mean you should do this!" I yelled.

Without noticing I starting walking closer.

" S-STOP, D-DONT COME ANY CLOSER O-OR I'LL SHOOT!" he screamed