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Masky X Reader Part 6-----(y/n)s POV-----
So here I am. Walking away from my house, away from my family, to become the servant of a monster that would undoubtedly kill anyone that tried to stop it. Persuaded by someone I don't even know to do something insane. But somehow I trust him. I don't even know why.
Tim leads me towards a forest. I've seen it a thousand times, but in the dark it seems se eerie and sinister, the black shadows of trees weaving in and out of its crevices and cracks. It's waiting for me. That.....thing is waiting for me there.
Me and Tim weave through the trees. There's no path here. Where are we going? Suddenly we reach a clearing.
"Stand there." says Tim, pointing to a spot near a scrappy bush. I'm too tired to argue.
Inside my head, there are voices. Tim stands alert. Can he hear them too?
Let us begin...
Tim slides the plastic mask down off his head and over his face.
It's worse than my dreams. I feel dizzy, and I think I'm going to vomit. I'm shivering in the co
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I had another one of those dreams. I was walking to school like usual, when I saw it. Its body was shaped like a humans, but it’s arms reached almost to the ground and it had no face. Despite the fact it had no eyes, I felt like it was staring into my soul.
I need to move, but that…..thing is hypnotising. I can’t get my feet off the ground.Slowly and steadily, something rises behind it. They’re...tentacles!Rising up out of its back.They are writhing and undulating like snakes.
The things grip on my mind loosens and I start to run towards my house,just metres away.
I wake up drenched in cold sweat.
Dreams like this keep happening. Is it because of Tim?Was he even real?He could’ve just been a dream too.But….no! He..he must be real!
Before I know it, I am greeted by the almost familiar creaking sound of the window opening.Tim clim
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The next few months passed by in a blur. Slender returned, and I was watched closely so that I could not leave the house again.One day, I was approached by BEN.
“Listen, Masky.I’ve been thinking and…the only way this girl is going to survive is if she becomes a proxy.”
“He’s going to found out sooner or later, Masky.It’s going to be the only way she doesn’t die.”
I didn’t want her to become a proxy. She would just be another hopeless pawn, killing for no reason other than she had to.
I remember the first time I was ordered to kill. Her name, I think, was Jessy. When the time had come , I couldn’t control myself.
I didn’t want (y/n) to be this way. I didn’t want to kill her. I didn’t want her to be a killer.
I don’t remember what happened next very clearly. I remember , in my dreams, a masked face watching me.
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She looked up at me, a look of confusion in her eyes.
“Why…..why are you here?I don’t--”
I tried to explain. About me. Who I was. What I had been doing. That I had been…..watching her.
I didn’t explain about Slender, my master, or that I was a proxy. But I told her the better part of the truth.
I told her that she was in danger.
Still, she had questions. Her beautiful eyes bored into mine once again.
“But….but why? I don’t understand...I’m..I’m not the type of person that..gets followed by people... I…”
He sighed again, little puffs of vapour rising into the suddenly cold air of my bedroom.
“Listen….(y/n)...it’s kind of hard to understand..but...I- God..”
“Just-God, (y/n).. I-I think I love you.”
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me, and I suddenly became aware of everything. How cold my room was, and how warm his
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I slid out of my window that night.I had to see her.The night air was cool on my skin as I walked the short distance between our houses.I peered through her window.
The moonlight streamed through her curtains.She had left them,and the window open , almost like she was waiting for me.
I climbed through her window.Her eyelashes left blue shadows on her skin and the way she was huddled in her blankets reminded me of a sleeping cat, calm and peaceful.Suddenly, she stirred.
I woke up to find a boy crouched at the foot of my bed, his eyes wide with curiosity.A mask,the kind you find at the dollar store, with wide eyes and drawn-on eyebrows rested atop his head.Did he know that I was home alone? Did he-
“Shh!” he said as he pressed a finger to his lips. ”I’m not supposed to be here!”
“W-who are you?”I wondered aloud.
It felt so strange
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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