Toby X Masky X Hoodie Novels & Stories

I had gone on enough boat outings to know how to help tie up, so I grabbed a rope and assisted. “I'm very sorry, sir, but there's a matter that needs your attention.” Toby fidgeted slightly, pulling at his dress collar. He was wearing dark blue suit slacks and I could see the matching suit jacket hanging off a bench. Unfortunately, I could also see a very large white bird poop squarely on the arm of the dark jacket. “What do you mean, Toby?” Leo asked, confused. “Is this about the new phone app?” “No, sir,” Toby said slowly. His brown eyes skittered over to me and then back to his boss. “It's about the other thing.”

The man with a mask over his face. *

I was pressed against the cold marble wall, my heart pounding. It’s been what? Three months? Four months? Since I last saw Toby. He looked so much thinner, more tattoos, his once curly brown hair that touched his nape was shaved off. His amber eyes, almost black, like he’d seen hell and back. What exactly happened to him!? “Toby, what are you doing here?” My eyes were wide like I couldn't believe he was in here, still alive.

"You're looking quite dapper tonight. I think you should wear red more often." "Noted. And tonight, I look like a tycoon, all thanks to you." He grins while attempting a pose that makes my heart thump even faster than it normally does. I helped him look for an outfit that was unique, one that made him look even hotter. Scott is a fine gentleman with quite amazing features, especially his arms, so I chose a black Phantom of the Opera Venetian half mask which goes with black dress pants and, a black button down shirt and on top of it, a red and black aristocrat vest. Roxy is the odd one out, since the rest of us have outfits with matching colors. If only Kye was here.

“Oh, they are just the best! They’re very efficient at what they do. And so polite, too.” “Woman, have you been talking to other men behind my back?” he pretended to appear offended, which made Marjorie giggle. “Men? Only one, darling. You said ‘boys.’” Toby had to tune them out unless he wanted to puke. Instead, he studied the boy several feet across from him. He would have never guessed the kid belonged to Marjorie. Dark red hair, blue-green eyes, and freckles – none of which the mother possessed. He was quite small and scrawny for an eleven-year-old, or maybe Toby was bigger than he should be. Being on the football and baseball team in school would do that to a growing boy.

’’ Toby’s voice broke as he saw her head rolled to his feet with a horrified look on her face – he understood why she had that look on her face; it was something he was familiar with. ‘‘Did you say the ugly thing looked at your shirt and scream? Alonso had hope in the tone of his voice. ‘‘Yes,’’ Toby sounded defeated and crestfallen. Alonso studied the jersey and found something that made him smile like a crazy widow – it had a large number nine printed on it. ‘‘I know how we can defeat this thing!’’ Alonso started to walk round the cabin gathering strange things like firewood and random metals that he had seen in a storeroom in the cabin before.

“Change. Quickly.” I blink, confused, then unzip it. Inside I find folded clothes—black trousers, a simple T-shirt, a hoodie with fraying strings, and a pair of boots that look worn but sturdy. My breath catches. “Where did you get these? They’re my size.” Tobias’s lips twitch into the smallest smile. “They’re not. They’re children’s clothes. From laundry duty. No one notices what’s missing if you’re quiet about it.” I hold the hoodie in my hands, soft from too many washes, and for the first time in days I feel something like hope touch my skin. “Why?”

As happy for my friends as I am, I can’t help but envy what they have. Wyatt is 6’2” with soft, very light caramel skin, and piercing blue eyes that are hidden by full-black contacts. The contacts, paired with his prominent eyebrow bones covered in thick eyebrows, make his eyes look like two black holes. His cheekbones and jawline rival Derrick’s and look even more pronounced with his smouldering black eyeliner and bright ruby-red lipstick. He has shoulder-length blonde frizzed curly hair with dark roots – courtesy of his Zimbabwean mother – and is toned from top to bottom. Wyatt identifies as male but lives for androgyny. He loves dressing to reflect his mood and personality and not his gen

he pointed out. " Very well said, I'll gladly take them off" he took of his hoodie revealing his dark purple hair with a highlight of brown, Tyler took a quick stare before proceeding to pull out his files from his bag. Jayson took off his face mask which he had around his nose and mouth, Tyler could see his plumping rosy lips and finally he took off his glasses. " There now no more secrets" he voiced. Tyler was a bit surprised the Mr Jayson was very young, he was expecting him to be at his late 40s just as Mr Eric.

Tim fired back. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the compliment.” Toby grabbed the hoodie of the unknown, too. The fighter pulled the cap down a little bit more. He was about to leave through the window when Tim stopped him. “What do you want to do?” Tim asked. He could not help but worry about his friend. Merely hours ago, Toby had texted him, asking if he could get Toby some clothes. Used clothes. The dirtier the better. And it had to be from someone in the pack.