You sigh inwardly and take your usual seat next to Brian. You stared at your food, mindlessly eating it. You look up as you felt eyes on your head.
Masky turns away quickly to avert your gaze.
'No really, what does he have to do with this?'
You still look at him, eventually he had to look back, right? No. He continued to nonchalantly look in every direction but yours for a good five minutes. Eventually, you gave up and looked back down at your food.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," just as you had decided to ignore it, he finally acknowledged you.
"Hypocrite."
"What?"
"You were staring bullets into my head."
"What of it?."
"You should really mind your business Timothy. Seeing as I've over taken you, you have no reason to be messing with mine."
"Don't. Call me that."
"Or what? You gonna use your power over me to do something?" You grinned, realizing you're genuinely getting a rile out of him.
He shot up from his chair, at first, speaking at a volume just lower than a shout, "For your information, it is not appropriate to be 'partying' and attempting to FUCK your housemates who happen to be your COWORKERS when you have SUCH A HIGH LEVEL OF AUTHORITY. I WAS PREVENTING AN INEVITABLY UNCOMFORTABLE AND UNPRODUCTIVE WORK ENVIRONMENT FOR THE FOUR OF US!"
As his voice escalated you did your best to resist the temptation to return the energy. But none the less, you shot up as well. Your face got heated and you started trembling.
"IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AWKWARD OR UNCOMFORTABLE IF YOU HADN'T BUTTED IN. IT WOULD'VE BEEN ONE NIGHT AND DONE. NOTHING BUT HORNY KIDS, SO FUCKING SUE ME IF I WANTED TO GET SOME BEFORE SPENDING ETERNITY IN A HOUSE THAT I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO LIVE IN. OH EVERYONE LOOK AT TIMOTHY WRITE!!" You sighed harshly before continuing, "If you still wanted the attention, then maybe you shouldn't have taken me here. And don't you dare yell at me again. I am your authority. And it WILL remain that way," you had noticed that while you were screaming at him, tears began to fall. You weren't crying out of fear or sadness. It was out of pure rage. Something you'd rarely ever let get the best of you.
You were absolutely shaking and your face was red with anger. Masky had made his way around the table. You were staring him dead in the eye, you hadn't noticed that quite a few of the other killers had snuck away, not wanting to get caught up in the cross fire.
With out warning he reach out and grabbed a fist full of your hair, jerking your head back, then forward, your face just a breath away from his.
"We'll see how long that stands."
Your teeth were clinched, and your fists balled up.
'I shouldn't."
You did. You spat in his face, and when he flinched you threw a punch.
Before it could connect, Toby grabbed your arm and restrained it. Brian was holding Tim back.
Your eyes never left his, not for a second. Tears still poured down your face but your adrenaline was gone and now you just looked like a cold wet dog, shaking and whimpering uncontrollably.
"Pathetic," was the only thing whispered under his breath as he shoved Brian off and walked away. As if he was being mature.
"Ch-Christ y/n... a-are you o-ok?" Toby just looked at you softly, like you were a victim.
"I'm fine."
"I'll get you some water to calm down," Brian finally spoke to you. As he did as he said he continued to speak, "I'm sorry about last night, and I'm sorry about this morning. I was getting ahead of myself and was wrong to ignore you."
He handed you the glass of water as you sat down yourself, not letting either of them touch you. The tears dried up and now you just looked... dead. You shut off your emotions, especially anger, you didn't know how to cope with it.
"It's ok, I came onto you." You continued to eat your now cold food. You brushed your h/c hair behind your ear, the only evidence of the previous fight being your messy hair and your puffy eyes.
You stood up steadily and moved your plate to the sink, "I'm gonna go take a nap."
"O-ok... s-sleep well!" Toby waved you off as you made your way upstairs. Maybe a good nap will make you feel better, and it did. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out.
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Masky's POV~
Again, I was holding the necklace in the air, just... staring at it. Would Brian tell her what I said? I'd rather she hate me. I shouldn't step in like that but... it made me feel like shit watching her rub up on him. I know just how bad it'd go if I got into a relationship... again.
I always fuck it all up. I do shit exactly like I did today. I lose my temper. I tried to cover up something obvious and got defensive as soon as it was exposed. I do care that she's above me, yes it frustrates me. But god damn it seeing her with someone else? It gets my fucking blood boiling.
I throw the necklace against the wall in a quick fit of rage and put my head in between my knees. God damn it.
No. You know what? If I want her to hate me, then let her go with someone else. Maybe I'll even be nice. I just.. can't let myself get in between it again.
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Normal POV~
You open your eyes sluggishly, your vision slightly blurred as west side of the sun set casted a dark hue over your east facing room. It was getting darker by the second as you continued to grow more conscious.
You groaned as you got out of bed, shuffling over to the door and down the stairs.
Again you found yourself on the couch, watching as Jeff and BEN! played another game together. As always, BEN! is winning.
Suddenly you felt a presence behind you. You had decided to ignore it until there was a breath on the back of your neck.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Huh?" You whipped around to be face to face with a white blob.
"Nevermind." They backed up and your vision adjusted; it was Masky. As he walked away you rolled your eyes and turned back around.
'God I really need glasses.'
BEN! looked up at you, "what was that?" You shrugged in response. Then Jeff turned to you and pushed an out of pocket question, "so you got the hots for Brian or was that just a drunk thing?"
"Dude, why do you care?"
"Oohhhh so you doooo~" BEN! taunted and you shot him a look.
"No. I was just drunk and horny," you stated so plainly it kinda just killed any vibe.
"Damn... here have a drink," BEN! made a poor attempt to be clever. You almost didn't get the gist of it. You sighed and took the drink anyway, it was a hard Mountain Dew, and around them was a mix of that and hard Monsters.
"Y'all are weird, but I'm good for that-"
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Now BEN!, Jeff, and you were switching teams, playing winner. Which basically meant you and Jeff took turns playing BEN!.
"Dude... gimme another Monster," You reached out a grabby hand, momentarily pointing to which you desired.
"Mmmmm, only if I get a smooch~" Jeff spoke up, turning to you with a grin, and not the one that's carved into his face.
"Mm.. only one," you leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek. When you reached for the drink, he pulled it away.
"No. A real one." You rolled your eyes and sighed.
"Fine," you leaned down again and Jeff forced himself into your lips. You gagged as bile stung your throat. His thin lips and jagged cut skin made no improvement. It was an uncomfortably long kiss. Anything for a drink right?
"Stop. Can't you tell she's uncomfortable?"