(*ducks and hides, ready to get things thrown at me for not updating forever* I'm back, and I'm sorry...writers block is hitting me hard, lately!!!)
(Masky)
I sat in (y/n)'s room, staring down at my blood-covered hands. Her parents were dead. They didn't even seem to care (y/n) was missing, and that got me mad. It wasn't my fault.
From behind me, I heard a crackle like a flame, and turned around to see Slenderman standing behind me. "Masky," he growled, "where have you been? And who's blood is that?" I ignored him, looking away and staring down at my hands again. After a few minutes of silence, I muttered, "The blood of no one alive anymore." Before Sir could answer, I stood up and walked out the bedroom door, ready to start my search for my precious (y/n).
(You)
You stared at Hoodie, watching him examine the rock. In the dim light, you could see red stains covering it. Blood. He looked up at you, the frown on his mask twitching a bit as he raised his hand, ready to throw the rock at you. Screaming, you closed your eyes, ready for the pain.
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Red Wrists: Twists and Turns ( Masky x Reader book 1 )
Fanfiction(COMPLETE! AND THANKS FOR 451K READS!) You are just the average girl, swallowed up in society's rude comments and hateful remarks. All until your kindergarten friend, Timothy Sutton, comes back into the picture. You quickly find out he's Masky, your...
