◇/✪- Masky

You didn't have many "friends" in the creepy house, especially Masky. He was a stuck up asshole with an ego high enough to touch clouds. You thought it was something sinister for not saying a single word... Until now.

You were sipping your coffee, leaning on the old couch in the house. It was raining heavily outside, and the mess in the living room, the smell of blood, and piled-up clothes were nothing to you. Just then, you heard a door slam from Masky and Hoodie's room. It seemed Masky had reached his limit of patience.
You thought you heard some murmurs in the kitchen, curiously you got up and went to see Masky talking to himself.
"ugh, he really think he can just make fun of me like it's nothing?"

Masky quickly noticed your presence and the way you were staring at him, thinking, "What's wrong with this guy?" He spoke to you, a little annoyed.

"What? do you ALSO have a problem?"
Masky said, sounding annoyed. Shit, what happened to this man.