Fading light

Fading Light-part 1

It's serious

The plates made a silent noice as he slowly picked them up, turning them into a small pile. The amount of plates he was picking up bothered him. It was a feeling of worries that burned in his head. Trying to shake it off, he continued his job like he always did. It was like multitasking for him; thinking and working at the same time. That's how much it bothered him, how much he worried about it, dreamed about it, thought about it and feared it. He had the right. The signs start small and as nothing to worry about. It's when it's already too late that you notice it strongly. But mostly when there is nothing you can do about it. When there is no one who can help, no one to talk to that it makes you feel miserable. Even if you have lived in misery for so long, when you finally find a bit of happiness, it kills you when you lose it again. He felt as a small light that was fading. His entire brain was thinking about it. But it was quickly interrupted.

"Hey Masky!"

Suprised, Masky nearly dropped the plates. Even if it stopped the negative thoughts, he wasn't very happy hearing that voice. It was so annoying it gave him a migraine. It was the last person he wanted to see. Masky looked at the young boy now standing in the doorway.

"Quit messing around and help me."

Toby just grinned in response. "Why should I?" He asked without regret.
"Why...?"Was the only thing Masky could think of. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation with his younger coworker anyway. "You know Toby.Respect, do you have any of that?"
A childisch giggle left the brown-haired boy's lungs. "Nope," he said playfully not taking things seriously.
He put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie,like some mean teenager. It was a common situation the two boys got in; their fights were a daily occurence. They were coworkers, not friends and were forced to live under the same roof since the day they became proxies. It wasn't like they had any choice that day ; there was no other place to return to. Their homes had been destroyed and the people they loved gone. Not to mention the crimes they had committed. When they thought all hope was lost, they were granted a new home. With that in mind, they faced the same struggles day after day. Seeing people you dislike being one of them. So it wasn't odd that they got into a fight again, but something about this one seemed off.

Masky turned around still holding the two plates in his hands.
"After all we have done for you, you still don't have any respect," he lashed out in a colder tone. As obvious as it was, it didn't effect the young murderer.
"Nope," he said once again, the same irritating tone narrating the word.
The negative thoughts were now no longer the only thing giving the now silent man a headache. Toby would often stutter, everyone knew that. It was because of his syndrome. Everyone recognized his annoying, stuttering voice and immediately knew it wasToby.
Yet, he wasn't the one stuttering now. "A-after everything w-we've done for you, you don't e-even have the slightest respect?" He cried out.

Slowly, but surely it was getting through to him. Out of every reaction Masky had given Toby for some reason, this one hurt the most. He had even been thrown against the wall but didnt't care. He couldn't understand why he cared this time.
"M-Masky?" He tried. The masked man stood there, shivering, his face turned away. It was just all too much, Toby just had to push him over the edge. So he broke.

His hands trembled, and he dropped the plates. Breaking into a hundred pieces, just like Masky.Without responding, he ran out of the kitchen covering his face to disappear into his room, leaving Toby behind in the living room.
Not knowing how to respond, what to do or how to act. He lacked the knowledge to understand what just had happened. Little Toby did not yet understand the darkness of the world he lived in. He never took things serious because he never found a reason to. Despite living there for so long, you could still call him a newbie. Unable to see the dangers and fear, not even understanding how the words of his senior bit him. Nothing made sense, the puzzle pieces wouldn't fit together. The twitching boy did not even have the time to take in what had happened. He didn't know what to do, but something told him to follow his masked coworker. So he did.