Before Everything
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Brian, or Hoody as he liked to be called, wandered into the kitchen with his fabric mask in hand and poking fingers through a giant hole in the cheek. There was a matching scratch on Hoody’s face right across the cheekbone.
“Your boyfriend is a few crayons short of a full box.”
Eyeless didn’t look up from the sink where he was cleaning out the mold with his claws. “We don’t have that sort of relationship,” he replied absently. “We’re more like symbiotic parasites.”
“Oh. Ok. What the hell does that mean?”
“They have a mutual agreement to not kill each other,” Masky responded instead of their new friend. He was at the surprisingly clean table with an even more surprisingly clean cup of coffee.
Hoody joined him and snitched the coffee. They both watched Eyeless continue to scrub and scrape the sink free from its mold. “....why is he cleaning?”
“Because I can smell the filth from two rooms away and do you want to get food poisoning? I assure you it’s not a pleasant experience.”
Hoody bit back the urge to say “yes mother.” He took a sip of coffee instead. “Oh give me a Pop Star's head on a stick… this is delicious. We’re keeping him, right?” Turning to Masky to plead his case.
“He comes with baggage, in case you’ve forgotten,” Masky said dryly. At that exact moment, there was a CRASH of splintering wood from the next room. Quickly followed by the sound of shattered glass and a yelp.
“...we can chain him out in the backyard?” Hoody asked hopefully.
There was hysterical laughter coming from the other room now, so someone was having a good time. Masky looked resigned and held out a fist towards Hoody. Whining a little, Hoody put down the cup and they played a quick game of Rock Paper Scissors.
“Shit. Fiiiine…” Hoody pulled his ripped mask back over his head and pulled his jacket hood up. “If you don’t hear from me by evening, they killed me and buried my bones.”
“Just the bones?” Eyeless wondered.
Masky grabbed the coffee cup even if it was mostly empty now. “I like you.”
Both of them paused a moment as once more Toby started laughing, though now accompanied by Hoody swearing up a storm. A third voice piped up now, the words unclear but the tone clearly mocking. Masky looked up towards the ceiling and Eyeless contemplated the window over the sink.
“If we left now, think they’ll follow us?”
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