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✎ Here's some love to our boi Toby :) -- school is starting soon. Debating whether I'm enthralled or annoyed by that fact. The latter seems more fitting.
Hope you all are doing alright!
I just posted this story (7/25/2021) so I'm surprised seeing that it had already surpassed 100 in just two days! Thank you, lads! :D
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Time-skip brought to you by Megumi's demon dogs playing with Smile Dog. [Again, if you watch JJK, I love you]
[YOUR POV] Hooray, POV change.
Hours had passed and lunchtime had ensued. I had been hanging with EJ for most of the duration. After all, he made me feel the most welcome here. Which kinda makes this whole scenario an oxymoron. A kind-hearted yet cold-blooded murderer.
EJ's watch illuminated and read 12:00. He peered down to it and then turned to me, "Oh, it's currently lunch-time. You hungry?"
"Famished," I stated, placing a hand over my stomach.
"Well c'mon. Let's go," he sat up from his seat and led both of us out of the infirmary room. Wandering around the hall, we finally arrived at the kitchen and dining area.
"Hey emo-kid," Jeff chuckled, directing it at what seemed to be EJ.
"Jeff, if anything, you're the most emo here," EJ stated as a matter of factly.
"Doubt," Jeff walked up to EJ glaring straight into his...non-existent eyes. They were about the same height, EJ being a slither of an inch taller.
"Says the person who unironically listens to depressing soft rock at 3 am," I could practically hear EJ smirking.
"Says the cannibal," Jeff gripped the collar of EJ's hoodie, growling and glaring into the black sockets of EJ's mask. Silence cascaded over the two. Jeff scoffed at the absence of a response.
"Cannibal?"
EJ decided to break the overbearing silence, "Okay, uhm...you can go scavenge through the kitchen for whatever. Just don't take anything that's labeled. Unless you have a death wish."
I nodded while heading over to open the fridge. Looking at my options, my eyes were drawn to the stacks of sushi. Some of the lids were labeled "Masky."
"Someone has an addiction."
"Say, there's a lot of sushi in here...can I just have one-"
I was interrupted by Masky's firm response, "No." The way he stated it sent chills down my spine. He continued, "As EJ said, go right ahead if you have a death wish."
I could only nod as a response. No way was I going to rebuttal against Masky.
"Okayyy someone is possessive. But again, it's sushi so understandable"
I decided to simply choose my leftover musubi from yesterday. After warming the musubi up, I sat next to Thomas at the dining table. So far, EJ and Thomas were the only ones I was comfortable approaching.
"Is this everyone?" I inquired aloud.
"Oh, some of us don't consume normal human food, so not everyone is here," EJ explained. "I'm also guessing you don't know this but, only the specialists and proxies stay here in The Manor. The Pastas remain in hideouts scattered around the world. In this Manor, there's a place called the "Pasta Hall" where portals to their hideouts remain. As a whole, we're called Underealmers. Only we can access the portals," EJ added.
"How do they get back?" I tilted my head.
"There are wells located near their hideouts. It turns into a portal going here when a Pasta goes through. If a normal human goes down, they'll die from the height."
"Pretty smart," I nod.
Eventually, Toby enters the scene. Seeing I had really nothing to do, I decided to watch him. He opened the top left cabinet and carried out a waffle-maker. He then proceeded to make the waffle batter. He then began pouring the mix when his entire body twitched making the batter splatter around the maker.
"Fuck-" he swore under his breath. He proceeded to clean the area with a nearby towel.
But, then I noticed that he had his bare hand resting against the top iron of the waffle maker. It was still on, and that was evident when smoke visibly appeared around his jacket's sleeve.
"Woah woah Toby- hold on-" I rushed over to him, immediately removing his arm away from the waffle maker. I gripped his hand rather tightly in my grasp. I gaze down to his hand where layers of skin were burnt and sizzled. I cringed at the sight.
"EJ, we need your help here," I called over.
"Oh, again Toby?" EJ questioned in a tone that made it obvious this was a recurring issue.
"Yeah yeah just heal me up already," Toby rushed off to the infirmary's direction, EJ following behind. The poor guy looked embarrassed.
[Time-skip brought to you by Jeff flipping you off]
The evening had approached meaning it was time for us to retreat back to our temporary dorms. Toby had returned and proceeded to escort me back to my room. He enwrapped his hand around my arm, securing my body next to him ensuring I wouldn't escape. We were rather close. I could feel the heat from his body next to me. I peered down to his hand relieved as I noticed his hand was alleviated from his injuries.
Entering my dorm, I immediately plopped down on my bed, exhausted from the last few days. It seemed Toby was also exhausted as he did the same, only in the corner of the room against the wall.
Toby broke the silence, "Y-you did really well these past few days."
"Yeah, I'm honestly surprised. I thought I'd be dead meat," I responded, sitting up from the bed and facing his direction. I was glad he was open to a conversation. Staring at a ceiling in silence with a random murderer in your presence isn't exactly therapeutic.
"You might b-become dead-meat if you become a proxy," he mumbled, barely enough for me to register.
"What do you mean?" I inquire
"Well, that's if you even passed the starter tests. Once you do, you're assigned a position. Specialist, Pasta, or a Proxy. If you're chosen to be a Proxy, you have to endure...extremely in-humane tests," he explained, ending with a wary tone.
"Like?"
"Starvation. Battling insanity. Fighting against a few Pastas," he casually stated, head hanging low.
I found my body walking toward him, sitting about a foot or two away from him.
"But...why?" I inquire.
"Uh well, think of us as former humans with a second chance. Sorta. Our position has pretty good benefits."
"Which are?"
"We're basically like- superhumans? We're practically immune to poison...torture...and such. We're also immune to most injuries."
"No offense to Masky but, I made him bleed quite easily..." I chuckled reminiscing back on that moment.
"Well, that immunity sorta has an on and off? We can use it for about three hours which is way more than enough time for a fight. He underestimated your abilities so he obviously left it off," he chuckled as well
"Haha, that's hilarious."
"Yeah, it honestly was. He had to call for backup from me AND Jeff," he joked.
"Call? He was unconscious for a while," my brows furrowed downward with concern as I doubted the past events.
"He wasn't actually. He wanted you to go back to your house where you were alone and most vulnerable. He used telepathic communication with The Master," he explained.
"Smart bastard," I mumbled under my breath.
"Indeed. He's definitely someone you don't wanna f-fuck with. Speaking from experience..."
"Mmm..." I began worrying for myself. Deciding to alter the subject in my head, I ask, "how's your hand by the way? You're immune to pain aren't you?"
"Yea-yea, I am. I usually wear these gloves," Toby raised his hands to reveal black tactile gloves, "but, at that moment I wasn't wearing them so...I didn't even know my hand was burning. Thank you for actually giving a damn," he mumbled the last part.
"Guessing no one looks out for you huh?"
"Yeah. If anything, they purposefully make me get hurt. Well, except for Sally, EJ, and Hoodie...and you're a new addition to that now," I could tell he was smiling under his ski mask.
"Sally and Hoodie?..haven't met them yet."
"You'll probably meet Hoodie soon for the next test. He's also a Proxy."
"Let me guess, he wears a hoodie doesn't he," I joked.
"Yup," he popped the 'p'
"Of-fucking-course," I rolled my eyes.
We continued conversing which eventually ended when something was brought to my attention, "say- am I allowed to shower in my bathroom?-"
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PERCENTAGES
𝑱𝒆𝒇𝒇 >> 1.5% (no change)
𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒚 >> 8% (no change)
𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒚 >> 20% Was rather shocked you reached out to help him when his hand was-literally-burning. He appreciated the conversation both of you had. It had been a while since he genuinely conversed with a person.
𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓 >> 8% (no change)
𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 >> 32%((no change)