"Blood pop,pop!"

"..... You what"

"Do I have t-to re-repeat-t it-t?!" Toby whined into the pillow he was hiding his burning face in. Usually it was very much ill adviced to put ones face anywhere near Jeff's stuff but he could be excused this one time!

"Yes, because I sure as fuck hope I did not hear what just came out of your mouth whilst you wearing that" Jeff replied disgust colouring his voice as he stared-not like he could close his eyes and pray to God that didn't exist in this hell hole they were in-with mild fascination that was quickly being replaced with disgust the more Toby  previous words hit him.

Sometimes he wished he never made acquaintnce with Toby just to spare himself the last shards of whatever sanity might have remained.

"I t-told you alr-already!!!" Toby whined harder but let out a sigh at the even more unimpressed glare he received from the Killer. "F-Fine!!! Fine!!!! So I was on my bed"

"mhm"

"D-doing St-stufff"

"I'm sure they were PG Rated"

"Well no-"

"I don't want details Rogers."

"Well f-fuck-ck you!!!"

"Well if Masky is doing that terrible of a job I might just have too"

"Gross"

"And what you were doing wasn't?"

"It-t-its not-t like I want-t-ed him to come in!!!"

"You literally share that part of the house with them, and even if you didn't, did you forget that he also had access to all the rooms??? Including yours???Why didn't you lock yourself in???"

Jeff watched with fascination as Toby went through realisation and give stages of grief all at the same time. His ticks got worse as he shoved his fingers into his mouth and started chewing on them looking even more stressed then he was previously. Truly, a talent only Jeff seemed to possess.

Still, even if the Masked nuisance decided to stop pretending that him and the Hooded freak arent together and permantly move to his worse kept secret boyfriend room because of what he saw Toby do, he still would get in trouble if Toby permanently damaged his hands. Even if it wasn't his fault which was unfair.

"Stop it you idiot or you gonna have to see them all earlier then later." He rolled his eyes as the words seemed to cause even more of a panic and unfortunately for him even more of chewing to occur to the poor fingers, he had to do the thing.

He did not want to do the thing.

He still did the thing.

With great discomfort and displeasure, he swiftly grabbed Toby hands and pulled them away from Toby mouth, managing to manuver Toby in such way that for all intents and purposes they were practically cuddling now.

It was thankfully enough of a shock for Toby to stop his downward spiral as he sank into Jeff and finally let the dam burst.

Which wasn't great either really but he wasnt able to really move or do anything about it so he just let him get it all out.

"Cmon now Rogers! You are overreacting!!! Sure  he probably won't be able to look at you and sure he probably told his boy toy about it so you should avoid them both but it's not like you have any missions coming up soon? Hm?"

The miserable whine and resumed face hiding in his one and only good pillow told him that Toby was indeed fucked and not in the ways he probably wished he was. Which like sucks to be him but the rest of this madhouse will probably feel the repercussions of this if it gets out. Mainly the gossip that was sure to make Toby spiral which was sure way to make the other two punish the entire house for what was essentially stupid situation to begin with.

Why was Jeff the responsible one right now?! Who in the name of all that was unholy decided that giving him this kind of responsibility was a good idea?! He famously is bad at this!!! Maybe if he kicked Toby out to deal with it he could just barricade his room or crash at BENs? Decisions, decision-

"W-wh-what if-f-f the-they t-tell EJ-J?"

"Why would they do that, what does it have to do with anything???"

".... well-"

Oh no

"Rogers, I swear to fuck, Masked Meringue Lemon Pies Jacket better be the only thing you have right now"

Much to Jeff's growing horror and unfortunate clearer understanding of the situation, he watched as Toby unzipped the jacket ever so slightly to reveal a part of the familiar black hoodie that EJ was known to wear around the house.

Of course life was never fair to him and his torment never ending as Toby quietly added that "I-I mi-might h-have Hoo-Hoods w-well hoo-hoodie as well???" Toby added shamefully watching the horror grow on Jeff's face and he didn't even want to know how red his own might be.

".... This is fucked up Toby, and I'm the one saying it." Jeff took deep deep breath, wished he had his eyelids so he could close them and then looked back down at Toby who looked ashamed enough. For now. He willake fun of him later. "Okay, here is what you gonna do. No buts or is, understand?"

"Y-yeah"

"You gonna get the fuck out of my room, you gonna go into your room and think about what you done after you lock the fucking door and we gonna have bathroom meeting after sleeping on it"

He laughed at Toby face, the horror and panic made for hilarious expression.

"B-but!!!"

"Nope, I know too much about you for my own comfort and it's probably way too fucking late o'clock for anything to be done anyway, cmon." He shoved Toby off the bed, walked over him and opened their connecting bathroom to show Toby the way out. "Cmon princess, if you lucky your Prince charming might still be in the room"

"B-better no-not" Toby mumbled and grunted out of the habit then any real pain or strain as he made his way over to Jeff. "Hhh-hhhhhh c-come with??? J-just to-to th-the doo-door?"

Jeff really needs to grow a fucking backbone. "Fine, you first."

And thus, both of them made the relatively short journey to Toby side of the bathroom and to the door leading to his room. Of course  even when Toby hesitated to actually open the door Jeff was there to open them for him and shove him through, closing them behind him with loud bang and muffled yell that could have been a goodnight.

Someone had mercy on Toby as his room was thankfully empty and as messy as he left it in his blind panic to escape the embarrassing situation. Even the pillow he threw into Masky face layed on the ground where it must have been dropped. The only thing that seemed different was his bed and the cloths closet.

Not that it looked any different to an untrained eye. It was open with the clothes spilling out of it and looking on the floor which to some was messy but to him it was a system and he knew he left one of his hoodies on the top of the pile but he couldn't see it now. He could investigate but after the stress he could not be bothered.

Instead he went to check on the door-open of course, he quickly rectified that by locking it and making sure it will stay lock- and on his way back grabbed the pillow. What made him pause in his track was when he got to the bed.

It was the way he left it, covered shoved to the wall, some of the pillows scattered on and by the bed. What made him pause and stare was the neatly folded mustard hoodie laying innocently in middle of the bed. He knew he didn't fold the one when he was panicking and that he left it on the bed in a heap so what?-

Slowly he grabbed the hoodie with his twitching hands, bringing it closer to his face and taking a deep whiff.

First of all it smelled divine, the faint scent of the detergent mixed with the forest, blood and the unique scent that was Hoody blending into truly intoxicating concoction he couldn't get enough of off.

And it was fresh!!! Not like the previous hoodie he-ehem- borrowed which meant that-....which meant that Masky must have swapped them but the-... Oh, oh

Well, if Masky insisted he could play into the deal. Of course the uncomfortable conversations would have to happen buuuut well the day was still far away.

Giddy, he got into his bed, cuddling the hoodie closer and well. I'm sure it can be worked out why he didn't go to sleep immediately.

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*meanwhile*

Tim: *chain-smoking like he was paid to do, face red as he holds some cloth in his lap*

EJ: *raised eyebrow and looks at equally confused Brian* And what's up with him?

Brian: *shrugs* he was like that when he came to our room

EJ: Okay..... And why aren't you wearing your hoodie???

Brian: Tim took it off of me and took off somewhere so I dunno

EJ: and have we worked out what he is holding?

Brian: Noooooooope

EJ: Hmm, well might as well-

Tim: I need to fuck him soooo bad

Brian and EJ: ....? ? ? ?

EJ: what ? ? ?

Brian: who ? ? ?

Tim: *just shows them Tobys hoodie he was holding this whole time, his face is tomato red* I need to fuck him stupid

Brian: why do you have Toby-oh wait did you literary trade my hoodie for his???

Tim: that would imply he was in the room when it happened

EJ: so you stole it???

Tim: no, I replaced the old hoodie he had with new one and took one of his as payments so really it was more of an exchange

Brian: excha- he had one of mine????

Tim: and mine and EJs

EJ: ... How the fuck did he get them-

Brian: and you didnt take a photo to show us????

EJ: I don't think.... Actually yeah, you didn't take a photo, you jogging his clothing and now you want to stake the claim???

Tim: mhm, i will share but me first

Brian: oh you better share