Sunshine -Redux - (Masky x Reader)

Chapter 24

You sat cross-legged on the floor of Clocky's room, digging through your bag of stolen goods deciding where you were going to start first. You stole some of your favorite junk foods, debating on a bag of (f/c) or (f/d). You pulled out a large can of your favorite soda, stuffing your face with junk food and sugary drinks. Toby laid on the floor holding a box of eggos above his head.

"I-I wonder h-how many people I-I'd piss off if I w-went d-downstairs and made t-these right now." Toby smirked, and looked over at Clockwork.

"You need to eat something other than toaster waffles or you're gonna get fat." Clocky joked around, lightly elbowing his side.

"You like waffles Toby?" You said, craning your neck to take a peak at him. He smiled and stared off into space, setting the box of eggos down onto his chest and holding them tightly. His smile dropped as quickly as it came, and he avoided looking at either of the two girls.

"N-Not particularly, b-but a g-good friend of m-mine does." You looked up at Clocky and the two of you silently wondered who he could be talking about, the two of them were Toby's only real close friends. He let out a sigh and tossed the waffles behind him, seemingly giving up on the idea. He rooted through his bag and pulled out a family size bag of cheese puffs. He stuffed a fistfull of puffs into his mouth, tilting his head and chewing so the food wouldn't spill out of the large gash on his cheek. You decided not to ask about Toby's mysterious friend, deciding it was a sensitive subject he didn't want to open up about.
Toby was always fairly open about everything, so you decided that whatever plagued his mind was something he wasn't willing to share, not even with his two best friends. Clocky laid on the floor, mixing some vodka and her slushie in a separate cup.

"Hey Clocky, can I have some of that?" You were going through a breakup, why not get a little tipsy. She smiled, and slid you the cup she was working on.

"Call me Nat, my name's Natalie." You smiled, taking a swig of the drink. The mixture was good and gross all at the same time, but you didn't care. You'd drink anything no matter the taste to stay with these two people. If you couldn't ever go back to your home you took comfort in the fact that at least you had Nat and Toby. You and Nat laid down next to Toby, each of you grabbing one of his cold hands. Everyone's makeup was running down their faces, drunk off of cheap vodka. Their clothes were covered in blood and glitter, and you absorbed the moment for what it was. You loved these people more than you had ever loved anyone before, and for the first time in a very long time you finally felt at peace.

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The day dawned crisp and clear, the sun shining through Nat's thin curtains. The warm rays of sun beamed down onto your sleeping body, and you felt yourself waking up from your sleep. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, and you found yourself clinging to Nat's sleeping body, and Toby clinging to yours. You had a pounding headache, and the normally comforting feeling of the morning sun felt like you were an ant under a magnifying lens. The nausea quickly set in, and you jolted up and made a mad dash for Nat's bathroom.
You didn't remember anything past laying together with Toby and Nat, you vaguely remember drinking some more vodka, but didn't think you drank enough to get hungover. You leaned over the toilet, waiting for the inevitable. Toby woke up when he heard you run from the bathroom, and immediately put the pieces together. He looked down at Nat and knew she would be out for another few hours, and it was best not to wake her up.

He walked downstairs, silently slipping out of the room without being detected. He crept into the kitchen and opened the large fridge, grabbing a large bottle of pedialyte. He set the pedialyte down onto the counter and got to work, making you some bacon and scrambled eggs. Toby had been hungover plenty of times, and knew just what to do. He had to hydrate and feed you, particularly carbs. He knew you'd probably want to take a shower, and he'd encourage you to have one and get lots of rest. He felt warm and fuzzy taking care of his friend, knowing that he could do something to make you feel loved and appreciated.
The bacon sizzled and popped, the smell attracting some of the other residents. Jeff stumbled into the kitchen, quickly pulling his long hair into a ponytail. He wore a gray t-shirt and black basketball shorts.