PRETTY VOICE | HOODIE

C H A P T E R 58

⚠️ MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND MINOR GORE ⚠️

A day until tour

Y/n looked at the time illuminated on their phone. Exactly 1:00 A.M. It was difficult to fall asleep with such an exciting day coming up. And their friends tagging along with them too? The last time they wanted to go on tour this bad was the first time they ever went.

Y/n jumped at the sound of the loud doorbell. Who the fuck could be at the door at such an ungodly hour. Y/n quickly fixed up their hair to look presentable and stuffed their phone into their pocket, then went to go open the door.

They were sure it wasn't Brian, Brian always came through the window. Maybe it was one of the other 'creepypastas'. But why would they visit them? Lazari was still packing up her stuff and saying goodbye to all her stuffies in the underworld. So who it was at the door still itches Y/n's brain.

Turning on the outside light, they turned the knob and let the cold wind hit their body, squinting slightly and the light that blinded them for a second. Though when they did adjust to the light, all color drained from their body.

It was the guy at the mall parking lot. Her father.

"F- Sir, what are you doing here? And how did you find my house?" Their voice went shaky, though did their best not to show it.

"Oh come on Y/n, haven't you missed your dear old father?" Y/n's head began to pound as he took a step into the house, and they took a step back.

"Why the fuck are you here?" They managed to breathe out, sweat beading at their forehead.

"Now that's no way to talk to your sweet old dad is it? Guess you never learn." He took a step near them and threw a quick left hook, to which Y/n dodged out of instinct. They ran up the stairs and open and closed random doors, trying to throw him off his scent as much as he could. They then went into the small compartment in their bathroom. The only way someone could fit in was if they huddled really tight. And sure, it was uncomfortable, but when your worst fear was coming true it didn't really matter.

They shook in fear, hearing heavy footsteps and noises of things being broken or moved. His muffled voice as he yelled out threats. They were defenseless. Their bat not there to save them, fear strok them deeper. A sudden feeling on uncomfortableness on their side made them reach to feel at it. It was their phone.

Their phone.

Quickly fishing out of their pocket and fumbling to text Brian.

Mommy
Can you come over right now
Answer please
it's really urgent.

When he didn't answer Y/n went to text Masky

Y/n 🐷
Tell Brian to answer his phone
Or fucking come over

Masky 😷
Geez so desperate and for what
His phone died
Lmao late night texts w bae 😭

Y/n 🐷
NOW ISNT THE TIME
SOMEONE I DON'T LIKE IS LITERALLY ABOUT TO KILL ME SO IF ONE OF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE I WILL PROBABLY FUCKING DIE

Masky 😷
OH YOURE SERIOUS
Toby, Hoodie and I are coming.
Don't leave where you are at all
We'll be there in a minute

Y/n 🐷
HURRY I HEAR HIM GETTING CLOSE

He was only two rooms away, his footsteps getting louder every passing second. Their heartbeat was loud and they resisted the urge to cry, because if they did he was sure to hear. It was always like that before anyways.