Another Infected Found (Tim/Masky X Reader X Alex Kralie)

Chapter Thirteen

(Just gotta get this out the way, THIS AIN'T FOR THE LIGHT-HEARTED, KAY?)


It's been months since the siblings seen each other, school was in the way, and work blocked them from seeing much of each other, unlike when they were under the same roof. Which they would be soon enough. Oh how (Y/n)'s brother was glad to see her again! (Head's up: You choose the brother's name, I'm not.)

Her brother was basically the male replica of (Y/n), just a few years older and taller. Same eyes, hair color, and all in all, just a replica that made them like twins, kinda creepy, but cool.
He focused on the road, trying to remember the directions to her home. He didn't have a GPS or a GPS app on his phone, which he regretted he should have. He did rely on apps with maps, but forgetting came easily. He had gotten lost a couple of times, took wrong turns, forgot to put the car on brake once or twice, but the past is in the past! Thinking of it, this is mainly the reasons his friends didn't trust him with driving.

When about ready was to call defeat of remembering and call (Y/n), she knew her way around, he saw Rosswood Park. That park he knew by heart. His sister gone there so many times like she was obsessed with it, then as she grew, avoided it majorly. (Y/n) always had him take her there and she would just like to wander around the outskirts of the woods and he'd watched by the benches. She had some mental problems, he knew that, it was clear whens she started yelling at the woods. He always wanted to know why, it made him feel little when his parents wouldn't tell him, but they knew fully. Yet, now, his parents weren't here to tell, and she never told him when he brought up the subject. It only made her angry. 

With the sight of Rosswood, he knew exactly where she lived. Smiling a bright smile as always, he drove through backstreets and if he could, smiled wider when she saw her house. Her car was gone though. Maybe she went for a quick stop somewhere? He parked the car in the cement driveway and walk over to the door, he already had a key from when she gave him it. To his surprise, the door was already unlocked. She was normally very secure about her home, locked it when she left or when she was there. 

Once he was inside, he searched for her and when he found nothing, he flopped onto the couch and waited as he called her.

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Fingers fumbled with the dewy grass that grew along the landscape that came along with various heights of trees. All though there was some eerie places in the woods, there was some real beauty that tagged along. Yes, beautiful can describe this scene, but also confusion, fear, and panic. 

(Y/n) was back in the same spot in the woods. That same center of trees. The very small clearing in the large spread of woods. She sat in utter confusion and fear. Right in the place after the car crash. Unlike some people who don't remember exactly what happened before they're knocked out or something, she remembered it vividly. Terrifyingly at that. 

Who was that? What's with the masks? Why am I back?

She still sat in the grass, not doing anything besides trying to piece it all together. Groaning, she felt the kick of an dreadful headache come to life and clash. What is going on!? Deciding to sit it out wouldn't help, she kicked herself to get up. She scanned the area. And her eyes lied on a branch of a tree. A grey camera with a strap hung facing her. It looked familiar. Is someone watching me?

Confused and angry, she yanked it off the branch, not caring that the strap had snapped in two. The camera was still recording. She grew more angry at this, immediately she stopped the recording. Her heart sunk as the time of recording popped up.
Eight hours! Eight flipping hours!

Two things came to mind: What the hell, firstly. Secondly, this camera has some extreme battery time if it can go eight hours of recording.

She fumbled through the recordings left on it. Some recording lasted from a few seconds of the same image, and some lasted hours of static and coding. This was eternally freaking her out. Paranoia was seeping in her big time.

Then real footage came up. 

"Marble Hornets: Scene 23; Take 3!"

Oh, how her mind froze. It was about a two minute clip. There was Tim and another guy talking about someone, then halfway Tim chuckled and someone behind the camera laughed also, which introduced another person who stepped angrily to the scene. Alex. The sound muted as he had appeared and seem to be talking to Tim gesturing to papers Alex was holding. The clip ended as the color was disoriented and heard a sharp spike of static and it ended.

Are they behind this? She scrambled through other clips, in hope to find more, nothing worthy turned up. Except one, it was four hours long. She sped it up by 32%, at first it was just set staring into a abandoned room then it transferred to the woods in a split second in the woods at dark with a dim street light. She replaced it to normal speed. Someone was walking with this camera to the car crash. She was in the car. The footage itself was bit unsettling. (Y/n) adjusted the camera in her grasp and heard static from the camera. She didn't think, just stared in disbelief.

Another person came into scene. This one made her heart drop to her stomach. Pale hoodie and black mask with the red painted frown and eyes.

Who's holding the camera?

She felt herself start to cry silently in fear of the unknown. She hated the unknown. The figure with the hoodie, whom she still was purely afraid of, went to the crash site. She then thought: How the hell am I still alive? The car had flipped into a tree, and the front downward and the rear upward. She remembered crashing into the tree, not the car flipped onto the tree. The figure yanked the car door off and that's when she was really was terrified. In the car was her, hanging by the seat belt, the air bag deflated. This was way to much for her to handle seeing, but she didn't shut off the camera, or look away, but sucked it up and tried to think straight. The figure pulled her out of the trashed car, with some difficultly of course, and carried her over its shoulder. It placed (Y/n) down onto the ground. (Y/n) looked at herself in the footage, really surprised she even manged to live.

I look horrible, was all she could think.

Then the camera was handed over to the hoodie guy, and whoever was holding the camera went over to her in the film and picked her up. It was dark, but she managed to make out the figure and knew instantly when it looked at the camera. It had the white mask.

From there, the white mask guy walked a very, very long time in the woods, carrying her. That was until they were in a clearing and placed me down and just walked away. The rest of it was static, at least two hours of pure disoriented color and static which seemed to be a continuing pattern with every video. 

So that's it! That damned mask guy put me here after that crash! And that's why I'm here now, is it not?! And now he's stalking me!?

(I really feel like writing some fucked up shit, so might as well take an advantage of that! Hope ya enjoyed!)