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makos-ribcage · 5 months

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'Cause I fucking love you. ㅡ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

[] - OC x Masky. Masky accidentally confesses while in an argument.

𓇼OC, she/her, afab

! - gore, excessive cursing, toxic relationship

tbh this is an oc but yall can use it as a readerxcreepypasta i dont mind it :3 As soon as I have an actual story to this oc ill post it as well.

I really liked this and as usual it can be continued, so if it receives love, I'll make a second part, enjoy

You weren’t sure if the blood under your nails was yours or from someone else.

You could feel blood on every part of your body. What once were light comfortable grey sweatpants became the most uncomfortable thing to wear. Wetness sticking to your legs, the fabric now feeling uncomfortably heavy on your legs. Luckily your shirt was black and already fitted so it couldn’t tell the blood that was also on it just by looking into it, but you could feel it, you could feel the warm liquid slowing turning cold with the night breeze that would made you shiver if you weren’t so used to it. You didn’t remember where you left your jacket.

Walking to your hidden cabin in the woods leaving a path of blood could seem dangerous, anyone could follow it, but you wanted to believe no one would be stupid enough to follow such path. And even if someone was stupid enough, you knew you could deal with them easily.

You saw that silhouette forming, the silhouette of a familiar cabin that you missed so much. You left a relieving sigh from the back of your throat, you were getting home after 5 months.

You weren’t sure why “he” decided to punish you, as far as you knew, it could have been something that the others did that had to be fixed, or something that your “co-workers” did that the best punishment that “he” decided was to make you suffer so the rest would feel terribly guilty.

Either way, you didn’t care, you were there, you were home.

The door was unlocked, as usual, as you expected. Your steps made a sloppy sound, both when your shoe hit the ground and when it was lifted, it felt sticky and made you want to puke, you really wanted to hear Hoodie complain about it the stains on the carpet.

It was a big cabin, you were sure it wasn’t so big originally since there was a huge difference on the quality of the building when it came to the extra room Hoodie and Masky probably built when they knew someone else was being “hired”, you in this case. When Toby came, you left him your room and went to sleep with Masky, he had the biggest room, and you were the closest to him. Back then, it didn’t bothered any of you. He was a nice company and you were the one he didn’t wanted to kill, or at least not as often as the rest.

You weren’t sure why you were the closest to him though. Maybe it was how similar you both were. Short tempered, stubborn, prideful. You definitely were calmer than him most of the times, or at least pretended to be. At the end of the day, y’all just understood each other.

You walked towards your room. Wondering if Tim would be there, you didn’t had too much high expectations on how he was going to react, you just wanted to feel some human touch again. Some human touch that you weren’t killing or that wasn’t trying to kill you.

He came out of the room first, freezing when his eyes met yours. And a moment of silence became present.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He spat. That was harsh, you thought to yourself. You knew you looked horrible, you were making a mess on the carpet and probably smelt like shit, but that wasn’t the way to greet your covered in blood friend after months of not seeing them.

You decided to ignore it, walking towards the bathroom this time. He followed you with his eyes, walking towards the bathroom.

“What happened to you?” He echoed the question, this time without cursing, you were a bit grateful for that.

You stepped inside the bathtub, without taking off your clothes, once you were inside you removed your shoes, leaving them inside of the bathtub. Opening the faucet of the shower head, letting the water fall against your skin and your clothes, you let your head down, watching the red watery droplets fall through the drain. Sliding through black curls that were bouncing back up once the dense blood was no longer invading the strands.

After a few minutes, the water started to come out rather clean, it was enough for you, you didn’t have the energy to take a proper shower just yet. The weight of your clothes became heavier, but you felt cleaner.

You stared right out of the bathroom, meeting with Tim’s eyes that still looked between confused and angry, but he always looked angry to be fair, you missed that angry face of his.

You walked right beside him and entered the room you remembered was yours, his as much as yours.

Clothes were all over the floor, Tim didn’t seem to know how to close drawers, the bed was undone, and half of the mattress was exposed. Exactly how you remembered. It felt warm in your heart.

You took a dirty shirt from the floor, removing your black tank top and putting the shirt instead, repeating the process with some pants you found on the floor.

You threw yourself to the bed, feeling your body sink comfortably in the mattress, closing your eyes, yet opening them right away.

You could only see blood. You could only hear screams.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You asked Tim, you haven’t heard him, but you knew he was near.

“Fuck you.” He spoke. You sat down, feeling your body even heavier than before, clearly not wanting to do any more effort and begging you to just lay back down.

“You disappeared for months. We thought you were dead.” He continued before you could even think of an answer “And you think you can just come back one day and simply ask for a cigarette? Fuck you!” You stared at him, not that mad yet, but slowly getting into it.

“He… Punished me for something, I don’t even know what. Can I get the cigarette?” You saw in his eyes how he was not satisfied by your answer but decided to give you the damn cigarette anyways. Bringing a hand to one of his pockets, giving you the cigarette then lighting it up for you once it was in your mouth. “Thank you…” You whispered.

“That’s not enough of an excuse, you could have told us something, you know? Instead of disappearing.” Taking a long drag out of the cigarette and then letting the smoke out, not even caring to open the only window in the room.

“I didn’t know I was going to be away for so long… Didn’t knew it was a punishment, didn’t knew that…” That they were children. “I thought I was going to be back in a matter of days…” And you weren’t lying. You remember that when you left you were in the middle of a job with your partners. They needed you, but you also needed to do what “he” desired. Didn’t wanted to worry them and just left, thinking that everything was going to go as normal as it could.

You felt like you were going to throw up and decided to stop talking and drag your cigarette once more.

“You’re unbelievable! I can’t believe you’re stupid enough to go to a mission without telling us. Specially if “he” told you specifically.” You were starting to get mad.

“You don’t have to call me stupid, asshole. I thought I was going to be fine, alright?” You stood up, wanting to face him.

“Something could have happened to you, you know?” He seemed to realize he was showing concern for you, feelings he didn’t wanted to show you. “Our work would have been delayed.” You knew what he was referring when he said work. Your usual killing, stalking duties. “Actually, it was. And then you just come back, not speaking to me, with a stupid look in your face and not even apologizing.”

Brian was the stalker, Toby did the killing, Tim was the leader in group jobs, you were the actress.

If they needed to get too close to the victim, if they needed a soft person to lie and deceive, a soft and caring woman that anyone could trust. You knew a little bit too well how to lie, and it would be a lie to say that you didn’t used such talent on them sometimes, that’s why Tim didn’t fully trusted you.

You knew they probably had trouble these months, having to come up with new strategies to find information when you could have just played the manic pixie girl role with the victim until they trusted you and confessed everything they knew.

“I’m not going to apologize, I already feel like shit, I don’t need the boss baby to come and lecture me.” You said, clearly mad but trying to play dumb, dragging your cigarette once more, each drag having been longer than the last one and it was already on half.

His face got red as he heard the deprecating nickname.

“You’re an asshole, you know? We care for you, everyone here was sad as fuck when you didn’t come back. Toby felt horrible when Brian explained to him that you might never do.”

“That’s… Not my problem.” It definitely was, and you felt like shit about it, but you didn’t want to show it.

“It pretty much is!”

“Why do you even care? I did... I’ve done a lot of horrible things! I’m an asshole.” You exploded, putting out your cigarette on a way overflowed ashtray. “I’ve killed people… I’ve betrayed so, so many people, you have no idea.” Your fingernails sunk in your scalp, hurting you slightly and deepening already deep previous injuries. “Then I come back, to the only place I can be in just a little bit of peace.” You started, once again. “But instead, I get… You, reminding me how much of an asshole I am.”

“You think you’re going to make me pity you with all that bullshit you just spat at me?” He said harshly, coming closer to you. “I don’t care about all of that! You can’t just leave us like that for so long!” He screamed at you. “That’s so fucking selfish coming from you.”

“Leave me alone! As far as I know, I can do whatever I want, If I want to leave and never come back, I can!” Y’all were pushing each other buttons, he hated to not be right and not hearing an apology coming from you, and you hated that he even wanted an apology to begin with.

“No, you can’t.” He said harshly, by that point you were face to face to each other.

“And why should I listen to you?”

“’Cause I fucking love you! That’s more than enough.”

“I don’t c-” You stopped your words. “You love me?” His furrowed eyebrows and harsh face fell. Quickly being replaced by an embarrassed expression.

“I… Uh…”

You’ve never felt such awkward silence. And at that point you’d rather go back to the woods.

“I-I…” You started, but quickly got interrupted.

“Shut up… Just, never leave us like that again.” One of his hands covered his eyes, still clearly flustered.

You saw how he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.

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