Watching Over the Pasta Babies

-CHAPTER SIX-

Masky lets out an inaudible sigh, he took a glance at the oven and the fire dies down.

Thank god it didn't explode, he thought to himself.

Masky then heard sobbing. All three boys looked at the owner of the sound.

Sally was crying.

"Oh no no no. Sally, come on, don't cry. I'm sorry I was shouting," Masky went to hug the girl but he just went through her.

Masky then remembered she was just a ghost.

Apparently, Sally remembered that too and her crying became louder.

The two boys who had eggs all over them were covered in guilt and wanted to apologize too but they stayed quiet.

"I-it's not.. It's not that!" she wiped her tears away but more came spilling out of her eyes.

"I-I.. Wanted to make you proud by trying to be.. To be the bwoss-" she was sobbing between the words and the guys barely understood.

"Uh- what?" Masky looked at the others.

"I guess she wanted to help you by being the bigger person," Laughing Jack explaining while he was tucking his long black hair to the back of his ears.

"Aww, Sally. It's fine, everything doesn't always go as planned," Masky said to the girl.

"B-but-"

"Thank you Sally for doing that. I'm proud of you no matter what," he smiled.

Sally smiled through her tears upon hearing that.

"You know what, I'll buy you an ice cream later for being cool," Masky gave her two thumbs up and the girl squealed.

"I want Cookies 'n Cream!" she requested.

"Sure, now go to the living room while I deal with these two," he pointed at the two idiots.

"Okay! I'll see you later!" Sally skipped her way to the living room.

Masky sighed and turned around to glare at the two. He had a scowl underneath his mask.

His hand made contact with his face and sighed in irritation once again.

"Can I get an ice cream?" LJ asked.

"NO!"

LJ then crossed his arms with a pout on his face like a kid, "That's not fair. Sally gets one,"

"Oh fuck off, the child has more brain cells than you two combined. She deserved it," Masky glared at the guy.

"I'm offended," Hoodie mumbled.

Silence.

"So, let me get this straight. Hoodie, who was cooking got egg on his back by LJ who saw a spider and attempted to hit it. And you two fought over that and I'm guessing, Hoodie accidentally hit the oven hard and turned the buttons on high,"

The two nodded reluctantly, "How did you know?" They both asked.

"Toby and Ben did the same a couple of days ago,"

"So that's why this oven is new," Hoodie realized.

"And that's why we have to buy another and Slender may or may not kill us,"

"I have money," LJ said. "I worked at the carnival in the haunted house, the owner said I did great,"

"Why the hell would you take the job?!" Masky questioned.

"I wanted to scare people, I may or may not killed a couple of them and used their meat to make barbecues for the other people," LJ chuckled softly.

Hoodie looked at the clown with a disgusted look on his face, "That's sick man,"

"Well, they liked it and besides, you kill too don't you?" LJ retorted.

"At least I only use guns, you're sick and twisted," Hoodie replied.

"I'm going to change. I might vomit right now," thinking about it, Hoodie felt nauseous.

"I'm definitely going to barf," he quickly ran to the bathroom.

Masky shot LJ with a disapproving look.

"What?" LJ asked.

Masky decided to give him the silent treatment and started walking towards the room where Helen was at.

He opened the door and realized it wasn't the lab room.

His eyes squinted in suspicion as he saw a girl with curly black hair wearing glasses and she was writing something on a book.

"Masky decided to give LJ the silent treatment and started walking the where Helen was at. He opened the door that was the second one at the end. No! I meant the room to the right," the girl yelled at herself and scribbled the mistakes she did.

"Uhhh," Masky didn't know what to say.

The girl snapped her eyes to look at the puzzled guy.

"Damn it, it's the other room to your right Masky," she mumbled and wrote something down again.

Masky felt a force and his legs start walking backwards without him even commanding them too.

He took a glance at the book the girl was writing, "Watching Over the Pasta Babies" was the title.

"What.. What the fuck," he cussed to himself.

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[A U T H O R]

This chapter was crap, I know. I'll be writing another chapter and I think I'll update two more chapters for today so look out for that!

Question: Favorite ice cream flavor?

Lots of love xx

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