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

Chapter 9

~Masky's P.O.V.~

I can't believe what I'm seeing. Hoodie is flirting with the person that I like. I hope they smashed his nose to pieces. I deserve them more than he does. I'll prove to them that I'm better than him. That I am clearly the one for them. How am I gonna do that?

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and dashed to my room. I silently closed the door and sat on the bed.

'What am I thinking? He's my best friend. I shouldn't be thinking like this about him. He's been through so much, he deserves to be happy with someone. I'll make sure to talk to him about this later.'

I sighed and flopped back on the bed. I hope our friendship will survive whatever is going on with (Y/n).

~time skip, next day~

~(Y/n)s P.O.V~

"Psst. (Y/n). Time to get up," I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear.

I groaned. "Five more years," I mumbled and tried to fall back asleep.

I felt two strong arms slide under my knees and shoulders and lift me up. I squeaked and karate chopped the person in the face. My hand connected with a hard plastic mask. I felt the mask snap and it pinched the side of my hand. Both of us yelled out in pain and the once masked man dropped me back onto the blow up mattress on the floor. His hands flew up to his face and my hand tightly grasped the pinched part of my other hand.

"God dammit, (y/n). You broke my mask. You're lucky that I have more," I heard the voice say. I instantly recognized it as Masky.

"Shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" I whisper-yelled, remembering that I was in Clockwork's room and she was probably sleeping.

"It's fine. Come on, it's time to start training," Masky said.

"What kind of training are we doing?" I asked.

"We're going to test your current skills to see where you need improvement and then start figuring out a routine that'll work best for what you need," he answered.

I stood up and followed him out the door, grabbing a pile of clean clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a stick of deodorant on the way. I can't exactly train wearing my pj pants and a large black t-shirt.

Once we were in the light of the hallway, I inspected my hand for any serious damage. A large cut ran down the side of my hand and a bruise was starting to form around it. Blood slowly trickled out of the wound. Shit. I walked to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

"Is your hand ok? You pinched it pretty hard," Masky asked. I held my hand to my chest so he couldn't see how bad it was.

"Yep, it's completely fine, just a little red. I'll be right back. Gotta change," I told Masky. I don't want him to see the cut. I don't want to risk any chance of not being able to train.

Once I got in the bathroom, I locked the door and searched through the medicine cabinet. I found some peroxide, Neosporin, gauze, and a gauze pad. I disinfected the wound and bandaged it. Then I got dressed. I looked at myself in the tall mirror on the back of the door. I was wearing a (f/c) zip up jacket with a black tank top underneath, (2/f/c) shorts, and some (f/c) tennis shoes. I pulled my jacket sleeves down to cover my hands. I wore black fingerless gloves to cover the bandage.

I brushed my teeth, put on deodorant, and left the bathroom. When I walked out I saw Masky sitting next to the door.

"Hey," I said. His head snapped up. He must've grabbed a new mask while I was in the bathroom. "Where should I put these?" I asked, indicating towards the ball of dirty clothes under my arm.

"Follow me. I have a surprise for you," he said. He stood up and started walking down the hallway. I followed, curious as to what the surprise was. He led me down the stairs to the second floor of the mansion.

Okay, lemme explain the mansion. First things first, it's somehow a lot bigger in the inside of the house, and I don't mean the average 'it looks so much bigger inside.' The place has around twelve floors inside compared to the five floors outside. On the first floor is the living room, kitchen, dining room, and laundry room. On the second floor is Slender's office. It is also where the proxies bedrooms are located. The third floor and up are bedrooms. There are two bathrooms on each floor. Every time a new creepypasta moves in, another room is made and their name is written or carved into the door depending on their personality. The mansion can hold an infinite amount of floors. The attic is full of old pictures and furniture. In the attic there is a ladder and a trapdoor that leads to the roof. In the basement is the infirmary. That's where creepypastas like E.J. and Dr. Smiley spend most of their time. Okay, back to the surprise.

Masky led me to a (f/c) door with my name intricately carved into it. "Go inside," he said.

I turned the brass doorknob and pushed. The door swung open to reveal an awesome bedroom. Its walls were painted (f/c) and the carpet was (2/f/c). In the corner was a queen size bed with (f/c) and (2/f/c) sheets. There was a small nightstand next to the bed with a lamp on it. On the other side of the room was a door. I walked over to it and opened it. Inside was a giant walk in closet. The few clothes I brought with me were hung up inside. On the inside of the door was a large mirror.

I walked back over to Masky. "How did this get done so fast?" I asked, completely awestruck. This is the coolest bedroom I've ever seen. It's so big (that's what she said).

"I may or may not have worked on it all night," Masky said.

I engulfed him in a bear hug. "Thank you for this Masky! It's perfect!" I said into his chest. He's super tall! It's like hugging a warm and comfortable tree!

He hugged me back. "No problem," he quietly chuckled into my ear. "Now, let's get going. Slender wanted you outside ten minutes ago."

"Oops," I said. I set my dirty clothes on the bed.

I followed Masky through the house and out into the backyard. I was greeted with the sight of a large backyard with a pool next to the house. Quite cool. I was also greeted with the sight of an annoyed looking Slenderman, a twitching Toby, and a yawning Brian. I still felt really bad for punching him in the face. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as it looked and was easy to fix up.

'Where were you two? You were supposed to be out here at least ten minutes ago," questioned Slender. His voice still felt weird rattling in my head.

"Sorry we're late. I was trying to tame my hair," I apologized.

'I'll let it slip just this once, considering it's your first day and it is 5:30 am. I know how you usually wake up at eleven," Slender said.

"Thank you. I pinkie promise it won't happen again," I said, sticking out my pinkie finger. "It's the most serious oath I can make."

Even though I couldn't see it, I knew Slender smiled. He stuck out his pinkie finger and intertwined it with mine. His pinkie was surprisingly warm.

'Good. Now, let's begin.'