Ticci Toby and Masky sits around a campfire on logs as Jeff the Killer sleeps against a tree. "Hey Masky, you wanna have marshmallows?" Ticci Toby asks. "White is not a color I wanna see," Masky says. "Um... how about roasting hot dogs?" Ticci Toby asks. "Hot dogs are shapes I don't wanna think about at the moment," Masky says. "Hey, we can have burnt marshmallows. They don't have to be white!" Ticci Toby yells. "What? Look Toby, I'm not hungry at the moment. Just really tired," Masky says. "You see what happens when you bust a nut in my butt!?" Ticci Toby yells. "Okay Toby, let's just never talk about it. Plus if Clockwork was to find out...," Masky says. "She would kill us," Ticci Toby says. "Oh, I was right! Yay! I mean, no! I was right! I don't wanna die," Ticci Toby yells. "Then never speak of this. Remember, this is our dirty little secret," Masky says. "Okay...," Ticci Toby says in an unsure way, then Masky gasps. Jeff the Killer opens his eyes, and lets out a long groan. "Man, what happened?" he asks. "You were drunk and was having a hangover so we allowed you to rest. Right?" Ticci Toby asks. "Right," Masky nodded. "Oh...wow. Thanks, guys. So where are we going?" Jeff the Killer asks. "To Slendy!" Ticci Toby yells. "Oh, okay. So how did you guys spend time together?" Jeff the Killer asks. "Don't even ask," Masky says. "Let me tell you, it involved two hot dogs and lots of milk," Ticci Toby says, then Masky hits his arm. "Hey! Ow! That hurt!" Ticci Toby yells. "So you aren't stuttering as much. Wait, I haven't heard you stutter for awhile now," Jeff the Killer says, crossing his arms. "I know! It's a m-m-miracle!" Ticci Toby yells, then Masky and Jeff the Killer started laughing. "Damn it! I stuttered!" Ticci Toby yells. "Yep. You sure did," Jeff the Killer says, still chuckling.
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Masky's Darkest Secret
Fanfiction(Creepypasta Fanfic) Masky had held a secret for who knows how long. A secret so dark that even his most trusted friend, Hoodie doesn't know.
