"Hm," Songbird was leaning on the doorway, a bored expression on her face. "No need to be so rude to Toby, he normally does that."
Toby nodded. "Exactly!"
"Well, he needs to learn to stop." Masky retorted.
Masky sighed, obviously annoyed. "Toby. Get. The. Hell. Off. Of. Me."
Toby obediently got up. He smirked under his faceguard as Masky got up. He stood next to him, his smirk growing wider. He took in a deep breath and began poking Masky's shoulder. "HEYMASKYHEYMASKYHEYMASKYHEYMASKYHEYMASKYHEYMASKY!!!"
Songbird walked up to Slender, who was in the living room, she looked even more pissed off than earlier. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SEND ANGEL TO 'MAKE SURE I WOULDN'T LOSE CONCENTRATION?!' WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT?!?!"
"Child, calm down."
"NO! YOU CALM DOWN!"
"Child-"
"Fuck you," Songbird stormed off in the direction of her room.
"Oh," Songbird walked in the kitchen, still pissed off. "Here." She sat five jars of kidneys on the table. She glared at Angel and walked out of the room.
The proxies walked back in, covered in blood (EEEW! What did you expect? I picnic in a flower-covered feild singing songs about love? HAH! No.). "BEN, your laugh is girly.." Songbird muttered angrily, the other proxies had a worried look on their face and Songbird? Plain out pissed off.