Chainsmokers | Masky x Reader / Tim Wright x Reader | RE WRITE

5

Apparently, my car overheated and blew out the engine. Tim helped me deal with getting it towed to a repair place, where they checked it out and told me what was wrong.

This was not going to be cheap to fix. Not at all. Too many things needed to be replaced.

Tim and I sat outside where it was quiet and calm while I debated whether it was worth it to fix that car, or just get a new one. A new car could cost around the same as the repairs for my old, broken down one. I can't really make a decision.

The wind blew my hair around, making it a massive mess, but it cooled me down at least. "So, you decided yet?" Tim looks over at me, curious. I can only shrug in response.

"I don't know. I can say I am attached to my car, though, which doesn't help at all," I laugh as I talk, trying to make light of everything happening recently. My cigarette was slowly burning away as I watch it, almost mesmerized by it. The smoke swirled around in diverse ways due to all the wind, making pretty patterns and dances I liked to watch. This was just as calming as actually smoking the thing.

Tim doesn't have much to say after that I assume, and we stay quiet again, just thinking to ourselves, watching cars drive past and the trees being moved by the wind.

Sadly, I can't stay outside forever and avoid making a decision.

After a little while, we get up and go back inside the repair shop. I talked to the mechanic for a while, trying to figure something out. He agreed to hold on to my car for now, so I can look at other cars to buy before I decide if I want to repair this one or buy a new one and sell my old one for scraps. He was pretty nice about everything, which was an improvement from an older repair shop I used to go to.

Tim follows me outside after everything has been settled, and asks me what we need to do next. I think for a while, trying to organize my thoughts and really figure out what I need to do. There's so many things I gotta take care of, from groceries to work related things.

"Let's go get something to eat first, my treat since you're driving me around so much," I smile at him as we walk to his truck. That'll give me more time to organize myself.

He unlocks his truck and we both climb in, starting to discuss where we should go to eat. I let him pick the place, just making sure it's also someplace I can eat at. Then we're on our way.

The food place he picked was on the other side of town, close to the edge. On the way there, we passed a cemetery. There was a service in session, a family gathered around a coffin that seemed rather small, and I recognized one of the women attending. She was a mother of one of the missing children, although her daughter wasn't exactly missing anymore from the looks of it. I remember her begging me to find her girl and bring her back alive.

I keep failing them.

I avert my eyes as we drive past, ashamed and not wanting to face it. This was the fourth time a child has shown up dead that I failed to help. I can't stand thinking of it. "Fucking hell," I mumble under my breath, huffing as I go to grab a cigarette. I hope Tim doesn't mind me smoking in his truck.

"You okay?" He glances over me, probably having heard my mumbling. I tell him I'm fine, despite it not really true. I've already rambled about my job and failing to him, there's no need to do it some more. I take one last glance back at the funeral, and I'm instantly concerned by what I see.

This cemetery is located by some dense woods, and I swear I saw a tree that looked more like a creature close to edge, watching the funeral. Right before it left my view, what looked like the pale, blank face of the creature looked directly at me. Directly fucking at me. It fucking moved. Trees don't fucking move.

"Stop the truck." I demanded to Tim, urgency in my voice.

"What? Why?" He questioned, looking over at me concerned.

"Just stop the truck! Pull over or something!" I urged, and he listened, quickly pulling over on the side of the road a little bit past the cemetery.

I jump out of the truck, running to where I could see that creature again, my heart pounding. I could tell I was on the verge of panicking. However, I needed to see that thing again and find out what it was.

Once I got within view, I couldn't see it anymore. It was gone. Where did it go?

"It's gone," I breathe out, my voice shaky. "It was right there, watching the funeral." I looked around the woods, trying to see if it was anywhere else nearby. It seemed to be completely gone. There was nothing but the usual tall trees and bushes.

Tim came up beside me, confused and worried. "(Y/n)? Are you okay? What is it?" I shake my head, running a hand through my hair, trying to breath deeply and calm myself. It didn't help much, though.

"I swear I didnt imagine it. It was there. It looked at me!" I exclaim, looking at him and pointing to where I saw it. "Right there! I couldn't have imagined it. I couldn't!" I probably sounded crazy to him. He looked over to where I was pointing, then back at me, confused.

"What did you see?"

I tried to figure out a way to explain it, but it seemed so illogical. It seemed insane. "Something. It blended in with the trees, but it had a face. Not exactly a face, but close enough to one. No tree looks like that. No tree has a fucking face or could look like it had limbs! No tree fucking moves like that!" Suddenly my head erupted in pain as I finished talking, and I fall down in pain, kneeling on the grass and holding my head with my hand. I needed to calm down, but I couldn't. It was too much.

My head was pounding, making my vision blurry, and I'm pretty sure Tim could hear my heartbeat with how loud and fast it was.

Something about that thing freaked me out beyond everything else I've ever seen in my life.

Tim kneeled down beside me, helping to steady me with a hand on my shoulder. I saw him look back to where I pointed earlier with an expression saying he knew what I was talking about. "You gotta believe me, Tim. I know what I saw." I quietly pleaded with him, starting to lose most of my energy. "I'm not crazy."

He nodded, and I felt him grip onto my shoulder. "I know, (y/n). I believe you," he reassures me, and helps me back up, letting me use him as support since my headache was so severe. "But we need to go, come on. I'll take you back home." I nod and follow his instruction.

We then headed back to my house. I had a horrible feeling sinking in my stomach on the ride.

I dreaded what would happen once we reached my house.