You were never the clingy type with anyone but Jezebel, not even with past lovers.
Hoodie was another exception. You hadn't left his side since the incident, your fingers consistently entwined with his.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
The three of you drove to another gas station for more gas and something to eat before heading to another motel. Being in another gas station made you replay the incident in your head, but Masky assured you that a little bit over 100 miles were enough to be safe for now. He didn't sense any disruptions or influences from Slender.
Masky had insisted that you eat and Hoodie kept complaining about wanting more egg rolls. Masky had burned through a pack of cigarettes during the car ride and needed more.
"Dude, do you think these egg rolls will be okay to eat?"
"That's a stupid question."
You were zoned out watching the egg rolls moving in the heated roller.
Masky was worried about you, but he was also irritated. Because he had burned through a pack of cigarettes and you and Hoodie hadn't stopped holding hands. He thought back to the kiss you both shared and kept thinking that he should have been the one comforting you, not Hoodie.
"You okay princess?"
You look up at Hoodie and he smiles.
"Mhm."
"You keep holding my hand, am I that irresistible?"
You roll your eyes earning a smirk from him.
Your stomach growls and you debate whether or not to actually eat something. If you'll be able to keep it down.
You wait until Hoodie finally gets his egg rolls before pulling him with you toward the snack aisle. Perhaps you could stomach some saltines and ginger ale. Masky lurks by the coffee pots and seems lost in thought as he hastily rips the sugar packets open.
"Do you think he's mad at me?"
"Nah, he's just got a stick up his ass like usual, don't take it personally."
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
This motel seems slightly less shady and dirty. The bed was inviting, you were exhausted and did not want to worry about deciding what to do yet. The incident replays in your mind like a torturous montage.
"As much as I'm enjoying this, you gotta let go of my hand princess. I gotta take a piss, unless you wanna join?"
You give him a look of disgust and let go of his hand. Sitting down with your saltines and ginger ale the chair wobbles when you lift one knee up toward your chest, the other leg dangling back and forth. As you're opening the ginger ale, it hisses at you and you decide to ask Masky a question.
"Masky, did I do something wrong?"
He takes a sip of his coffee before replying.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, stop worrying about it."
You frown, you don't believe him but decided to let it be.
It's because I was holding Hoodie's hand, wasn't it? I don't see why it should be an issue, although I don't usually do that. It's been a while since I've held someone's hand for so long and for comfort. Usually, I did it when Jezebel and I would sneak through the aisles in stores giggling as we snuck trinkets or snacks into our pockets. Or when I would come over to her house crying about some stupid partner who broke my heart again. I could have grabbed her hand and pulled her away from that thing in the wall, but I didn't, I froze in place like an idiot. But was there even anything to grab, was she maybe a figment of my imagination or was she actually there? It should have been me who was taken, not her. She doesn't deserve this, she doesn't deserve to be in pain. I feel like I'm stuck in limbo, waiting to be pulled into the abyss, into whatever dark world she's stuck in. I'm trying to stay strong, to stay sane, and find her. Trying to hold onto hope, memories, and her image. I don't want to forget her, but it seems like the more I chase after the memories, after her, the more fuzzy and faded things become. This Slender, whatever the fuck that thing is, he's the cause of this. He fucking took her from me. He's corrupting my mind and needs to get the hell out of it.
Masky snaps his fingers at you, pulling you back from the abyss that is your troubled mind.
"You know you bite your bottom lip when you're lost in thought. You've crumbled a couple of saltines too."
"Shit, sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for."
Hoodie flops onto the bed causing the headboard to creak. Masky pinches the bridge of his nose as he gets up to toss his coffee cup into the trash. You sweep the crumbs into your hand and follow him.
"Welp, there's no way anyone can fuck on this bed quietly."
"If it's quiet, then you're doing it wrong."
Hoodie sits up and laughs at your comment.
"Holy shit, you've got a sense of humor. I always know what I'm doing though."
You gasp and stifle a laugh.
"I'm gonna shower, don't do anything stupid."
You giggle and Masky digs through the duffle bag for some clean clothes.
"Could I borrow some sweatpants?"
"You could walk around pantless princess."
You gasp with a mouthful of saltines.
"Christ, the two of you are giving me a migraine."
Shortly after the shower turns on, you crawl into bed with your saltines and ginger ale. Hoodie leans over and tries to grab one. You smack his hand away.
"Harder."
Your jaw drops and Hoodie quickly steals a saltine.
"What is wrong with you- you didn't even say please either."
He reaches over and tries to steal another one. You get up to move away from him but he pulls you back onto the bed. You gasp and giggle, holding your saltines up high in the air.
"Please, princess."
He leans down toward your face and offers an innocent smile. You shove a cracker into his mouth and he laughs, half of it falling out his mouth.
"Ewww you got your germs and crumbs on me."
He swallows and smirks. He takes your saltines and places them on the nightstand before tickling your waist.
"What do you think you're doing? Stop, stop, it tickles!"
Hoodie chuckles and continues to mercilessly tickle you. He wants to see you smile and laugh, hoping to erase some of yesterday's incident from your mind.
"Give me a kiss and I'll stop."
He teases and you try pushing him away in an attempt to catch your breath from laughing so hard.
"Mercy. Mercy, please!"
"Unfortunately I am unable to stop, no mercy for you until I get a kiss."
He was joking... well partially.
"Fine, fine. Just have mercy!"
You giggle and pull him down for a kiss, it lingers for a moment. You both pull back with flushed cheeks, processing what just happened.
"Fuck- I didn't think you'd actually do it-"
Yeah me fucking too. Holy shit. At least he stopped tickling me. CHRIST Y/N-
He brushes his thumb across your cheek before leaning down and kissing you again. It lasts a bit longer this time, he pulls you closer and your fingers snake their way through his hair.
You both don't realize the shower has turned off, you both are too lost in the kiss.
Masky opens the door a few minutes later, the steam from the shower making its escape. Hoodie is on the opposite side of the room in a chair with his heart beating fast. You're left on the bed slightly breathless while trying to drink some ginger ale to calm your nerves.
Masky looks at the both of you suspiciously and dries his hair with a towel before more water could drip onto the sage-colored carpet.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Masky had stepped outside to smoke and raid the vending machine. Hoodie was eating your saltines and watching some late-night soap opera on the 80s-styled TV. You were finishing up your shower, still blushing about the shared kiss with Hoodie.
I should have just showered in my socks, this bathroom is so gross. Um you should be worrying about the fact that you've kissed both of them now, are you really that lonely? That desperate for a distraction? Well yeah- it's nice to not feel traumatized for a moment. Not much I can do right now until we come up with a plan and hit the road again. Wait, where the hell did I put those sweatpants?
A bug skitters across the sink and you scream. Flinging the bathroom door open you run out pantless.
"I like where this is going."
"KILL IT PLEASE! A BUG IT'S TRYING TO KILL ME-"
Hoodie moves you to the side and goes to kill the bug. He comes out and pretends to throw it at you.
"AHH NO STOP! GROSS GROSS GROSS."
You were on the bed freaking out now.
"I'm just messing with you princess, chill out."
Masky comes in with a look of concern and slight fear.
"What the hell happened!? Are you guys okay-"
You and Hoodie both look like deer in the headlights.
"Do I even want to know-"
"Flush it so it doesn't come after me! It was premeditated murder!"
Masky raises an eyebrow.
"It's already dead, but fine. Also how the hell can a bug premeditate murder-"
The toilet flushes and Masky just stands there confused and slightly flustered by the sight of you on the bed with no pants.
"There it's done. Do I get a reward now?"
"You're gonna get my foot up your ass if you don't behave."
You brush past him and yank the sweatpants off the sink. You hastily put them on and mumble about how Hoodie is a jerk.
"We'll leave tomorrow at noon and head south."
Masky flips the switch and the room goes dark. Now you get to share a bed with them and contemplate your actions.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
The sun peaks through the beige curtains allowing murky orange rays to spread across the floor. The AC rattles and the bed creaks as you bury your face deeper into Masky's chest. You've been in and out of sleep for about an hour now. Hoodie's arm is draped over your waist with a death-like grip. You groan, his frequent shifting in the creaking bed has disrupted your chance of going back to sleep.
A few minutes later the TV comes to life with what sounds like a weather alert, startling the three of you awake. The screen glitches between rainbow and monotone-colored pixels. Static has filled the room now and the screen is black with an ominous message.
Return to the mansion now or there will be grave consequences. Bring the girl and you both might be forgiven.