Ok, first off, this is my first story so please don't hate me if I screw up the plot or something. Also, I have no friends at the moment so yeah, friend request me or whatever it's called if you like. I know, I'm so experienced (sarcasm).
Chapter 1:
The first time I ever saw masky was when I was 14 years old. I was in the forest, crying because some snooty-ass girls had tortured me for reasons I can't remember. They knocked me out, and when I awoke, I had cuts and bruises all over me and they had cut my long, wavy, black and red hair so I looked like one of the dudes from Oliver Twist. I saw a figure in what appeared to be a mask lift me up and take me to my bedroom, which was not very far away. And yes, the fact that he knew where my house was concerns me too. He left soon afterwards, after I had fallen asleep.
Before I go on, my name is Dawn, I'm now seventeen, and I'm not exactly what you'd call normal. I have a pale, slender figure, I'm really into rock music and Adventure time, and I live on the internet, not facebook or tumblr, but minecraft and Pewdiepie. I have brown eyes and dyed red hair with black tips.
But getting back to the story.
Three years later, I still had dreams about my masked saviour, whom I found out, after some research, was named Masky. I was actually having a nice dream about penguins for once when I was rudely awaken by the goddamn alarm clock. I groaned, knowing that the alarm represented school, when suddenly, at 6:30 in the morning, I realised something that angered me beyond understanding.
It. Was. SATURDAY.
I got up after mentally cursing my alarm clock to the searing pits of hell, knowing that if I tried to go back to bed, my brain would magically turn into an ass and not let me go to sleep. I pulled on a pair of straight black jeans, socks, a Walking dead t-shirt and red high-top converse. It was still pitch black outside, so I decided to do the smart thing and take a walk in the woods. I swooped my long hair into a pony-tail and walked outside. I had been walking for about fifteen minutes when I heard a sound behind me. I instinctively reached into my back pocket and pulled out a large knife I always kept with me 'cause I'm paranoid. I waited for awhile, but I heard no other sound, so I turned back around and kept walking.
God I am such a dumbass.
I felt a hand cover my mouth and another pushing me up against a tree. The hands forced me to turn around, and I was then faced with a real surprise. I had heard of Jeff the Killer many times before, but I never once actually believed in him, and yet here he was in all his frickin' glory, holding a knife to my throat. "You seem so pathetic that I'm not even going to toy with you." He sneered in a way that sent shivers running up my spine "Now, GO TO SLEEP".
And with that, he pushed the knife in farther, and it had just broken my skin when I realised that he didn't know about the knife in my hand. I slashed his arm in a rush of adrenalin, and he let go of me. As soon as he did though, I collapsed on the ground, having forgotten about the blood gushing from my neck. I saw him get up out of the corner of my eye, and just as he was about to bring the knife down on me once again, I heard the most fierce battle cry as someone ran out of the trees and pulled Jeff off of me, cutting and stabbing him repeatedly. Not enough to kill him though I thought.
I could now see the person who saved me from Jeff was none other than Masky himself. He jogged over to me and, picking me up bridal-style walked back the way I had come.
