|Masky x reader| ~ Won't fail this time ~

Chapter 14 - Liar

"I-- What?!" He said, and he looked completely shocked that I said that, including his stupid nickname that I gave him. But, my face flushed red and I looked away from him immediately in shame. "I uh," I couldn't find the words.

I hear him scoff and lay back down, much to my relief. I was scared he'd make fun of me, or be mad at me. I decided to just push my thoughts to the back of my head and laid down on my back, looking up at the white ceiling in wonder. I couldn't help but think of him still.

It took me about an hour to finally doze off and fall to the sweet, comfortable dark abyss of rest.

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I woke up from Tim shaking me roughly, him holding a bag. I groaned as I helped myself out of bed and quickly put my shoes on. "We're going to sneak into apartment 107, our victim is there. I need you to knock on his door and distract him." He explained, and I just nodded, barely even listening to him. Luckily though, I seemed to get the idea.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly as he took a few seconds to throw things into his duffel bag. This was basically us leaving and taking a corpse with us. When he was done packing, he closed the bag and looked at me, his mask on and gestured for me to follow him. I did, and we walked out of our room with the intentions to end a life.

It's not right. It never is right to take a life, and he knows it. Why does he do it, then? He has never expressed want for killing people but he does what Slenderman says, anyway. It's honestly bullshit.

After a bit of walking through the dark, stone hallways, we got to a room that said 107 on the front, which I guessed was the victims room. I felt his stare on me as I glared at the door, and I looked up at him seeing him waiting for me to knock.

......We were really going to do this.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, and after a few seconds I raised my fist up to the door, hesitating for a moment before knocking on the stone door. It seemed so much louder in the hallway and I could hear it echoing.

It felt like forever of me slightly holding my breath and shifting awkwardly in nervousness before we finally heard footsteps from inside the room. I braced myself as they came closer and closer, before we heard the lock click and the door swung open, revealing a man with brownish hair, and tired blue eyes with bags under them.

We both locked eyes and I had no idea what to say, but what caught my attention is how he gasped, and pulled me into a very tight hug. I simply stood there, confused from his actions, until it happened.

Memories started flooding in, memories of a younger me with a boy. A boy with light brown hair an blue eyes, memories of me growing up with a happy family of 4. Memories of me getting sick and constantly passing out....

.....

Memories of me killing my parents. Memories of me going on missions with people and killing people.

A memory of a tall man torturing me until I passed out, leaving me waking up in a forest with no memories. Leaving me with a man who crawled his way into my heart and lied to me for fucking months.

Before I could say anything, he spoke first. "Y/N?" He said, and my eyes widened.

But then suddenly, Tim made his presence known, and knocked him down with his metal pipe. I just stood there in shock as he beat him to death.

I just stood there in shock as Timothy  was in the process of beating my brother to death.