The Black Phone Cast Imagines

- Videogames -

Those words that push people over the edge.

Your emotions get the best of you and you finally let tears fall, a small smile on your face as you feel sympathy for yourself.

"Mason." You whisper.

Brooke looks at you confused before gasping. "Did he break up with you? I sweat to god–"

"No! No. He's just glued to his fucking stupid game and pushed me into his fucking stupid drawers."

Brooke looks like she's about to kill someone. "He did what?" She says through gritted teeth, moving forward to leave the room.

You quickly close the door, shaking your head. "What are you going to do?"

"Kill him. He hurt you."

You shake your head. "Don't. That little fucker can do whatever he wants. His loss." You glare at the floor, tears still spilling from your eyes.

You really hated that game.

"Wanna watch a movie? Get your mind off it?"

You nod, flopping onto her bed.

At least one of the Thames siblings likes spending time with you.

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"Brady what the fuck! Revive me!" Mason yells into the mic.

Brady replies back with a simple "fuck you." Before reviving him.

"Thank you." Mason smiles before continuing with the game.

Mason waits to hear your snarky comment about how he should've died int he game, but it never came. 

Confused, Mason turns his head quickly and spots an empty bed. "Y/n?" He looks around the room in hopes to spot you but you're no where to be seen.

"C'mon man, I need you right now." Brady says into the headset.

"Shut the fuck up Brady, i'm looking for my girl." Mason says annoyed, still looking around the room.

"She probably left, you have been playing the whole time she was there." Brady says and Mason rolls his eyes.

"Shes only got here like twenty minutes ago."

"Uh, no. She got here like four hours ago Mason." Brady corrects and Masons eyes widen, his eyes darting to the clock on his drawer.

What confuses him more is that his clock isn't facing him. Instead it's on its back, facing the roof.

"What the hell?" He mutters, raising from the bed. He walks to the dresser and notices other stuff is knocked down with it. "What happened here?" He asked.

"What?" Brady says.

"All the things on my dresser are knocked down." He says.

"Oh! That's what that bang was. I thought you just had a rage." Brady said.

Mason looks at the dresser confused before he remembers.

"Can you fucking move?!" Mason yells, pushing you out of the way with so much force you tumble into his dresser, knocking over someone the stuff that rest on top of it.

Shit.

Mason looks at the time to see if you truly have been here longer than he thought, groaning when he realizes Brady was right.

"What the fuck Brady, why didn't you tell me?" He yells annoyed.

"I thought you knew! She did remind you every five minutes, were you even listening?" Brady asks and Mason thinks back.

Holy shit.

Now he remembers all the times you kept asking him if he was almost done. God, you probably did leave. He'd leave too if he was waiting that long.

"Shit. I gotta go, bye Brady" He says.

"Wait no—" Mason disconnects, turning everything off at the wall before running out the room and towards his sister's room.

Not even bothering to knock, Mason bombards into the room.

"Brooke, we go– y/n?" He asks.

You and Brooke were under her blankets, watching the princess and the frog with the curtains closed and light off, blue LED lights brightening up the room.

"Get out Mason." Brooke says.

Mason shakes his head. "You get out. I wanna talk to y/n." He says.

Brooke glares at him before getting up and leaving the room, not before pushing him out of the way, causing him to tumble into the wall.

Eh, he's used to it.

Once Brooke was gone, Mason basically sprints towards you.

"Y/n, I am so, so, so, sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean any of it. I completely lost track of time and I just–" Mason lets out a shaky breath, not knowing what to say.

"Mason you pushed me into the drawers."

Mason looks at you, nodding. "I know, but it was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't think it would be that hard. Hell, I wasn't even thinking in the first place. Im so sorry y/n. Please, please forgive me. I wont ever play that stupid game again when you're here." He whispers, looking down at his fidgeting fingers.

You slowly get out of the bed, walking towards him with your arms open. "I forgive you." You mutter.

Mason's face brightens up, happily opening his arms and engulfing you in a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

"I'm still so sorry y/n. For pushing you. I shouldn't have. I was raised better than that." He said, rubbing you're back lightly.

You shrug in his arms. "Its alright, I know you didn't mean it." You say.

Mason nods before breaking the hug, taking your hand and nodding his head towards the door. "Come, lets go watch the rest of this movie in my room." He says.

You smile and nod, following him as he gently pulls you towards the exit.