Sometimes, they didn’t get what they wanted. For Masky, a house would have been nice when on the run— like sage houses.

Toby, on the other hand, liked apartments and motels, as long as they all had three rooms— one for each man.

Hoodie, being the No nonsense guy he was, didn’t care. They didn’t do this for comfort after all; they did it for the boss.

That’s all you could gather. First, being in a car with your captors, and now; stuck in a shitty motel room, with two beds, and three homicidal maniacs that believed in a Hentai-no face boss basically. It was stupid. Not that you would speak on your beliefs at least. And man were the roaches horrid…..

And the bed situation, oh, the bed situation was two to a bed, and you were forced to sleep next to Hoodie. You didn’t know why, but if you could guess, it would have to be because he was probably a light sleeper and would be the fastest to stop you from escaping.

At the moment, Masky was outside smoking a cigarette, and Toby was flipping through channels on the box tv. Toby didn’t have his goggles on, but he did have his mouth guard on, just to be safe. Maskys mask sat on the table that separated the two beds.

And Hoodie, whose mask was stuffed hastily in his hoodie pocket, was sitting on the bed you two were to be sharing, quiet and sharp. You knew you wouldn’t have a single chance to escape.