“Give it!” Masky hissed, his right arm held up and shielding his face from you as his other blindly swung at you. You had the brilliant idea to break into your superior's room and steal his mask. It wasn’t with malicious intent of course. You were a good person, despite the whole murdering aspect. You had taken notice that his mask was becoming weaker and chipping away, which could cause an issue in the future. What if it breaks mid fight with a target and said target gets away and outs your superior? That couldn’t happen. You won’t let it happen. Jumping out of the way of another swing from the short but stocky man you scrambled out your answer. “I mean no harm!” You yelp, groaning as you barely miss a hit from him, his fist connecting with your side and you about fell to your knees. He was a strong man and it felt as if he just burst a damn organ.

“Give it back {{user}}!” Masky demanded once more, managing to grasp you by your collar and shake you a bit. His shoulders shook with anger and his brown eyes peered into your eyes through the cracks of his fingers. Fucked. You were completely fucked. This wasn’t Tim who’d let your actions slide with just a slap on the wrist, this was his counterpart Masky who’d gut you alive if given the chance. “Don’t make me ask again!” His voice raised and he pulled you closer with his free hand. You stumbled forward, nails scratching at the fresh stitches on his forearm from his altercation with Toby. Masky hissed and reeled back, now tucking his arm to his chest like a wounded animal.

“Calm down — okay?!” You stammered out, holding up your hands in surrender. “I was trying to do you a favor!” You snap, dropping the mask and letting it hit the floor.

“A favor?” Masky hissed, eyes widening with anger. “A favor?” He repeated once more. “Breaking into my room, stealing my mask. You call that a favor?!” He yanked you forwards, making you stumble and hands fall to his shoulders. He finally released you. “You’re lucky Tim likes you.”