Mason barely slept as his mind was swamped with anxiety and fear, especially when midnight arrived and pass without a murderous robotic loli breaking down his door and killing him instantly. Instead he had to deal with his inner thoughts and doubts all night, which at this point in the morning with his eyes heavy and his stomach turning like a tumble dryer with a brick in it, he would welcome death by killer loli bait. 

Mason raised from his hospital bed with a loud audible groan as well as his bones creaking from the sudden movement. Mason slowly blink his eyes to adjust it to the light, and he suddenly reminded of his situation when his eyes showed a clear picture of his surroundings, it was a hospital room but it was customized for him. There was a desk with a pile of books all of which he thinks are just photocopied coffee shop au's of various fandoms if he remembered correctly while he was looking though them in his restless state the night before, admittedly he isn't complaining about the stories, it's something to kill time with while he waits for the night of carnage to pass as he's too paranoid to sleep during that hour. Also in the desk drawers is bunch of coffee mixtures as well as a small instant coffee maker which will keep him alive as he can't live without caffeine, There was also things to make espresso with but he doesn't have an espresso machine to make use of them so he guessed there was a machine nearby he can use to make it, if there isn't any then Dr. Goodkill or whatever is really evil. Well, a petty kind of evil as well as just being a mass murdering kidnapper, which is pretty up there in evilness. And finally. The final item of note in the room was a wrapped box which he ignored last night after the tri-tone bear's comment ran in his ears like a bullet shooting within a bell for a few hours. This item is to be used to get close to people and hopefully get close enough to them to kill them when they least expect it. It was evil, but admittedly a horrifyingly brilliant idea. From what he can figure out without opening the box and just guessing by the Dr's demented personality, each gift was meant for a specific person, to nudge somebody to kill that person, like some kind of demented warning.

Mason sighed, he lifted the box and placed it under his bed without opening it, he will not satisfy that fuck bear by acknowledging the bear's tools to get under their collective skin. Mason will fucking spite that fuck bear by not killing anybody, he doesn't have a reason to kill, heck, he barely has a reason to live, well, up until now anyways, Mason will now live just to spite that fucking bear.

Mason went to the bathroom and used it quickly, and when he finished he looked at the mirror as he washed his hands, and he let out a sigh. He looked tired as shit and his hair was a mess, even his green eyes look like a duller shade compared to the last time he looked in a mirror. Quickly Mason poured water on his hair in a attempt to flatten it to look more presentable, he could shower but he doesn't feel like it, he'll have one when he starts to smell which won't be long as Anxiety and fear does make one sweat. Sometime profusely.

Mason walked towards his door and before he gripped the handle he scanned the room one last time, which he regretted since he could see the box poking out of under his bed. He looked at it for a moment, but the pain of his empty stomach brought him back to reality, and he made his way out of the room, and the first thing he sees is a sword in full display of the hallway in the hands of Felix. The air seems casual, but Mason's disappointed that somebody opened the boxes so fast. Mason let out a defeated sigh, [color=brown]"It's too early in the morning to be brandishing swords..." [/color] Mason muttered as he walked past Felix and his sword and Davis and his prayer beads, Mason hoped to god that they were prayer beads, without giving a second glance. Mason didn't want to give Davis the time of day, If Davis is going to be annoyed with him with what a fuck bear said about him, he's just going to ignore him and his glares, it's not worth causing drama over a guy's hurt ego, they have real problems to deal with. 

Mason dig in his pocket's while he was walking aimlessly down the hall hoping to find some food, but he found a PDA looking thing and he remembered that they were e-handbooks, they were supposed to be use to get into their rooms and a few of the locked rooms thought out the area. Mason walked and played around with it clicking here and there and all over. During his mad clicking he found a mad of the building and he sees that there's a break room not far from where he first woke up in this nightmare, there's bound to be food in the break room, there better unless the bear bribes them with food like some kind of dystopian nightmare.

Mason found his way to the break room, which isn't that far of a walk from where he started. Mason opened the door and scanned the room, seeing that there's a mini fridge, a drink dispenser, and, there is a god, an espresso machine! Mason almost let out a scream of delight, but instead he let out a relived sigh. It would appear he's the first one here. Good that means he get free reign of food.

Mason hastily made his way to the mini fridge and opened it door to see it's contents. And like a siren on a rocky coast there was a sandwich front and center as if tempting him like said siren to a sailor to his doom. Mason grabbed the wrapped sandwich and quickly and clumsily unwrapped it and than took a deep bite of it like a shark to a surfer that would be featured in an inspirational film of surviving a shark attack. Which is a pretty big bite. The taste was unimaginable, in a good way. Hunger always has a way of making mediocre food taste like the best damned thing ever. Mason must've looked out of it with him chewing the sandwich in a overly sensual and overblown manner. But damned be the consequences to his reputation, he finally ate something after god know how long.