Sunshine -Redux - (Masky x Reader)

Chapter 5 (Revised)

Things have been starting to go more smoothly since your arrival. Hoodie and Toby had been assigned to work with Masky on some of his "work projects" as he called them. The three of them would go out as the sun set, and often wouldn't come back until the wee hours of the morning. They often shared Masky's spare room, which was equipped with two small cots, and an empty dresser. When the three of them would leave you would blitz through all of the cleaning Masky left for you, and you'd leave three meals for them in the fridge when they got back. When you finished your work you got some well deserved alone time. Masky's off the grid cabin didn't have any internet access, so you occupied yourself with books Masky had laying around.

By the time you got back you'd be asleep on the couch. Masky had allowed you to sleep on the couch, instead of his dusty closet. Upgrades people, upgrades. Days went by fast, the three of them started to see you as just a part of their normal lives, albeit Hoodie and Toby were a lot colder towards you than Masky was. Which didn't say much really.

You found Masky was a very closed off individual, the only emotion you found he would ever openly express was anger. Masky had a short fuse, and when something pissed him off he'd go out and kill. He wasn't afraid to tell you when he thought you were doing something wrong, and he was very blunt and straightforward.

However Masky was bad at hiding certain things. Whenever he thought he had been too harsh with you or if someone had treated you badly he always shared a dessert with you. He'd serve you a plate and sit adjacent to you, and the two of you would eat in silence. You found this was the closest thing you'd ever get to an apology.

You woke up one morning to beams of sun shining on your face. Rays of morning sunlight peeked through gaps in Masky's worn curtains. You sat up on the couch, looking around to see Masky walking down the stairs. He wasn't wearing his signature mustard colored jacket, but instead a red and black flannel over a black t-shirt, and some blue jeans. He noticed you, and stopped.

"Oh perfect timing sunshine, I had something I wanted to tell you." He walked over to the couch, and leaned on the back of it.

"So one of the guys from the mansion is coming over today to pick something up, now I want to be honest with you, but I don't know your gross tolerance." He paused. Just staring at you, waiting for an answer.

"I really don't do well with gro-"

"They're human kidneys, I have a jar with two human kidneys in the fridge." You gagged, and covered your mouth so you wouldn't throw up.

"There's just kidneys sitting in the fridge? Masky, I don't want kidneys in the fridge with all our food!" Masky raised his arms in the air dramatically.

"Don't get mad at me sunshine! It's not like they'll be there forever! He's coming to pick them up today." He explained it to you like you were five years old. You found yourself unusually fed up with his antics today.

"So should I go upstairs and make myself presentable?" Masky nodded.

"I killed this girl about your size last night, I stole and washed her clothes and they're folded upstairs for you." You sat there, processing what you just heard.

"You killed a girl and stole her clothes...?"

"I didn't steal ALL her clothes, just the top layer." You rubbed your eyes, and stood up. Walking past Masky to walk upstairs.

"Uhh you're welcome!" Masky called out sarcastically. You ignored him and looked at the clothes he folded messily in the bathroom. It was just a pair of blue jeans and a cream colored t-shirt. You put everything on, and everything fit somewhat normally. The jeans were skinny and the shirt was just slightly too tight. You didn't need to keep these forever, it was just a temporary solution. You brushed your hair and teeth, and made your way downstairs. You looked out over the railing and saw another guy you didn't recognize. He was about the same height as Masky, with a black hoodie and a blue mask, painted black tears decorating it.