Me? Sarcastic? Never. (Masky x Non-binary reader x Hoodie)

Chapter 2

~(Y/N) P.O.V.~

I had just started to fall asleep when I heard a small pounding on my bedroom window. "God dammit. Why not just use the front door?" I asked myself as I turned on the light. I looked out the window and saw a teenage boy.

He had black, shoulder length hair and light blue eyes. He was wearing a blood stained white hoodie and black jeans. He looked very pale. What really caught my attention, though, was his face. His eyelids were burned off and he had a smile crudely carved into his face. He looked like he was trying to break into my room. His expression held a look that said he knew he was busted.

I walked over to my window and, for reasons unknown, opened it. 'Why am I doing this?' I asked myself. 'I know he's almost definitely a psycho serial killer. I guess this means I'm probably crazy too.'

"You know, if you wanted in you could've just knocked on the front door," I told him while smiling.

He gave me a look of confusion, I think. It's hard to tell with his face being the way it is.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" He asked me while crawling through the window.

Putting on my best Carl voice, (from the video above) I said, "Well I kill people and I eat hands. That-that's two things."

He gave me the most confused look I've ever seen on another person.

"What?" I asked. "Have you never seen Llamas With Hats?"

"Of course I've seen Llamas With Hats. I'm just surprised you're this calm about a random psychopath standing in your room that's about to kill you," he answered.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're not the first random psychopath I've seen today, and you're not going to kill me. Not today," I said. Then, I ran to my nightstand and grabbed the boxer cutter I keep in the top drawer. I turned back to him to see that he was standing behind me with his knife raised. I went to slash at his arm, but he tackled me and we fell to the floor.

"Who else did you see?" He asked while attempting to pry the box cutter from my hand.

"I'll tell if you quit trying to kill me," I grunted.

"Fine." He clambered off of me.

"Okay, now give me your knife. Don't give me that look. I'm just going to put both of our weapons on my bed and sit on the floor with you. Ok?" I asked.

"Fine. Only because I'm curious and I could die depending on who you saw," he answered, hesitant to give up his knife.

"Alright. Now we're getting somewhere." I put the weapons on my bed and sat down next to Mr. Mystery. "I saw a guy with a yellow hoodie and a black ski mask with a red frowny face and another dude with a white mask and fluffy looking sideburns," I told him.

He suddenly looked a little scared. "Well, I'm totally fucked," he whispered.

"Why?" I asked.

"The guys you saw were two out of three of Slendy's Proxies. If I had killed you, I'd be dead. No questions asked. Slender wants you for something but I don't know what. Either you're gonna die or you're gonna be a proxy. But, since Slendy wants you, I should probably leave and not come back," he said while getting up and grabbing his knife off of the bed. As he walked to the window, I jumped up.

"Wait. How about I just show where the door is, considering you probably aren't coming back," I said. I want to see if I can find out who else I could have seen.

"Alright. It'll be a whole lot easier than climbing out the window," he said.

I opened my bedroom door and we walked out. "So," I started. "You said that it depended on who I saw if I would live or die, right?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Who else could I have seen?" I asked as we made it to the door. I looked at the clock on the wall next to the door. It was 11:15. 'Good. I have some time before Mom gets home,' I thought.

"Well, it could've been BEN Drowned, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, or a few others. It could be any creepypasta, really. But Slender and Zalgo are the most important. Trust me you don't want to get on any of their bad sides. Well, I gotta go..."

"(Y/n)," I told him.

"(Y/n)," he repeated to himself. "I like it. The names Jeff by the way," he said as he walked out the door.

"Bye Jeff. See ya later. Or not. I don't know," I called as he walked down my driveway.

He turned around and laughed. "See ya, (Y/n)."

I turned around and closed the door. 'Hmm. Creepypasta. I'll have to Google that later. Right now, I need to go to bed,' I thought.

Graaawwwllll

I looked down at my stomach. "Or not," I muttered. I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I pulled out the container holding my (f/f). I almost forgot about this. Dang it creepy people. Why do you make me forget to eat?

As I was grabbing a fork/spoon I heard the door open. My eyes widened and I ran to my room with my food and fork/spoon in my hands. Mom does NOT like it when I stay up late.

Once I made it to safety, I sat on my bed and scarfed down my food. I couldn't sleep after Jeff's rude awakening. 'Now would be the perfect opportunity to find out what creepypasta is,' I thought. I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I clicked the Google icon and typed in 'creepypasta'. The first thing that popped up were drawings of Jeff and a Link cosplayer with blood dripping from his red and black eyes making out. I quickly clicked on something else.

On the screen was a website with 'Jeff the Killer' on the top in large font. 'What am I getting myself into?' I thought as I started to read. I hope this doesn't take to long. Oh well. At least it's Friday.

~many hours later~

I closed my laptop and took a deep breath. "Well, I'm fucked," I muttered. I read Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, Bloody Painter, The Puppeteer, and a lot more. I even watched all of Marble Hornets.

The sun has been up for a while now. I think it's around 9:00 or 10:00 in the morning. I curled up in my blankets and fell asleep.