SURVIVOR

//Talk with the unlucky//

Monday, July 24th 2019

Your POV

"You must think I'm fucking crazy if you think Im Willing to go to another place with you Timothy!" I shouted as Tim drove into the driveway, holding my much needed mail.

"I still need to keep my Job, buddy." Tim huffed as he walked up the steps to meet me. "Get the fuck off my property, have your ass reported to the damn police." I snatched the letters of his hands, glaring up at the man.

"Why? For doing my job?" He smirked, resting his hands on his hips. "Um no?! For leaving me with that demonic fuck face! In the pouring rain as well!" I spat, pushing myself off of the wooden chair and stood up to him. "Oh! You just wouldn't wake up, so I thought you wanted to sleep there." He rolled his eyes, making me scoff.

"Your such a comedian, Tim, along with your best pal Brian the fucking cryptic specialist." I sarcastically chuckled, crossing my hands over my stomach.

"Don't bring him into this, Y/n." Tim sighed, taking a step back and leaned against the wooden post.
"Why? He's your little paranormal boyfriend? Well guess the fuck what, I honestly think he's cheating on you with the damn stick bitch." I smirked, looking away from Tim and back at his car, my heart stopped beating.

Wanna know who I saw in the passenger seat?

Brian the motherfucking cryptic specialist.

The man stepped out of the car, his blonde hair shined in the sun as he walked up to meet us.
"What's taking so long Tim? Oh! Y/n, was it? Nice to see you again." Brian smiled, letting his foot rest on the first step and leaned up to shake my hand.

More like took it without consent.

"We're just talking right now, Bri." Tim huffed, glancing over at him.

"Oh, cool, it was getting hot in the car so I figured I would come out for a bit." Brian huffed, looking up to me and back to Tim. "Better fix the AC for your boyfriend, Tim." I gave a shit eating grin Tim's way, making his eyes furrow.

"What?" Brian asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Nothing, just...What did we stop here for?" Tim groaned, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Well, I thought we all should meet up once again to discuss some stuff, but it would just be cool to hangout again, hm?" Brian replied, taking a step back and slid his hands into his jeans.

These guys just love blue jeans.

"Sure, Y/n?" Tim looked my way, a hint of amusement shined in his eyes.

"Whatever, if I get knocked out again I'm not going anywhere with any of you again." I narrowed my eyes on Tim, making him shrug his shoulders and pushed himself off of the wooden plank.

"If ya say so, we'll be back tomorrow, be ready by noon." Tim grunted as he walked down the steps and walked away with Brian.

Before Brian stepped into the car, he waved back as me with his signature smile, displaying his gapped tooth.

I blushed.

Tim's/Masky's POV

We drove off, the farm house grew smaller and smaller the further we drove away.

"She seems nice, it will be fun to see her under pressure." Brian spoke, making me grunt in reply.
"Yeah, she thinks your a cryptic specialist." I smirked, glancing Brian's way. "Hm, that's cool...maybe I should be into that." He spoke, watching stuff pass outside of the window.

"Do you think she will do well? She seems feisty." Brian began, that's all he could talk about since we were assigned this mission. Do you think she will fit in? Or do you think she will survive?