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bambiimutt · 6 months

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He makes you cry during an Argument.

Arguments with these boys? What could possibly go wrong..

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Headcannons and short stories under the cut!

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TW!! talk of Hoodie stalking, but not major! I think that’s it!!

Jeffrey Hodex:

- you’d think an argument with your boyfriend who loves you oh so dearly would hopefully end in him apologizing. Wanting to make sure he didn’t say anything to you to hurt you.. but you sometimes forget he’s not the normal person.

-Jeff has anger issues and it’s not a surprise to anyone when it’s brought up. So typically with any argument he has, his anger tends to get the better of him.

-which means if the argument is small it’s bound to be blown out of proportion, if it’s a pretty bad argument it’s about to be even worse.

-he doesn’t like to listen. To him he’s always right. He’s never wrong even if deep down he knows he actually fucked up he doesn’t want to admit it because he doesn’t want to look “weak” or too “soft”

-he typically doesn’t feel bad if you end up getting hurt emotionally, you’ll get a good ol scoff and roll of the eyes while he tells you “it’s not that big of a fucking deal, you don’t need to be so emotional.” Along the lines of that.

-but… you might just tug a few heart strings when he realized he’s made you cry. It’s when he sees that he’s scared you that he breaks a little. He’s got a habit of punching walls, breaking shit around the house when you both argue, screaming in your face.. and if it all leads to you finally breaking down and shaking that’s where he finally draws his line.

-he didn’t mean to scare you.. not like that at least. The last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. He loves you.. even if he shows it in odd ways. He’s an asshole yes but he’s your asshole.

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“Would you just fucking Listen!” Jeff screamed out. His hands were immediately gripping onto his pants, trying his damned hardest to not punch the closest thing to him. But he can’t help himself the moment you cross your arms and give him that fucking look. “Jeffrey. Cut it out, I’ve listened to you for the past 40 fucking minutes.. you need to listen to me-“ you’re cut off quickly hearing his hand collide with the wall and a loud grunt leaving his lips. He’s slightly heaving, breathing heavily and hair a bit messy in front of his face. You jumped a bit, backing up quickly when he immediately whipped around to trudge towards you, black combat boots making him taller then he already was. His large hand was quick to grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together just slightly. “No you fucking listen to me. Stop being a fucking bitch. Why do you have to pick at everything I fucking do, huh?! Huh?!” If he was a scrawny guy you’d say you’d be able to at least get free but no.. no he was a big guy, tall. Muscular, broad shoulders.. built chest. His biceps twitched slightly as his grip grew harder. There was no way you were escaping this. Not with him. Your small hands pushed at his arm and your eyes watered, a tear falling onto his fingers. Oh.. Jeff’s grip softened as he slowly let go. His form lowering himself so he was at your level. “Oh baby.. oh..” his hands hesitated before cupping your cheeks and his lips are kissing at the corners of your lips, trailing towards your ear. “I didn’t mean it..” his voice is deep, gruff and low in your ear as you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry..” really it’s the only time you’ll get a sorry out of him, a genuine one at that.

Tobias Rogers

- he’s one of the ones who’s a bit more understanding. He can’t exactly understand physical pain or frustration but he can completely understand emotional pain and anger.. and how fucking awful it can be to handle. So when he’s stood, tall and lanky in front of you, hands swinging in the air and his voice raising he can suddenly feel the room shift to a hurt.. deep cut feeling.

- he tries not to yell he tries to hear you out when you both have an argument, but having BPD can be an issue when it comes to that.. you say one thing in a slight tone and he’s set off. Oh? So this is his fault suddenly? Why did you have to say it like that? You could have said it this way. Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?

-when in reality that’s not how you meant it at all.. and yes Toby does feel bad for it afterwards he shouldn’t have lashed out that way, he should have sat and listened and maybe asked why you said it that way.. but sometimes things get the better of us.

-he’s not always the one to apologize afterwards but he does when he knows he really fucked up. He can’t lose you not to something so fucking stupid. “I-I’m sorry.. you didn’t deserve to hear that.. to e-endure any of that..” with a sniffle you look up at him teary eyed. Oh that really hurts. “It’s okay Toby” he’s immediately at your side, hands brushing your hair back and placing gentle kisses to your jaw. It kills him when you cry.

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“I don’t know Toby I’m just tired..” this is what set him off. The way you said it. You were tired? of this? Of him? Of this relationship? “Are you fucking serious?” He speaks with his teeth clenched together, his head resting in his hands before he’s looking up at your slowly. His body slightly twitches from time to time, though when he was angry it usually became an issue for him, twitching far too often, clearing his throat more aggressively. His tics would normally become more violent in some ways. “Are we just d-done then? That’s it just b-because you’re tired yo-you can’t fucking walk away-“ his arm flys up in the air as he stands, his hands coming to rub at his face and the patch of hair on his chin. His tired droopy eyes dart towards you. You didn’t necessarily start crying because he scared you it was more of the the stress of the situation. “Toby please that’s not what I meant.” He still hasn’t noticed as his tall figure is rambling on, tics making his occasional grip and smack to his leg but he of course can’t feel it. When he finally looks at you he realizes you’ve been crying and it stops. The room becomes quiet and he twitches a few more times before softly kneeling on the floor where you sat. “I shouldn’t have assumed like that.. I’m sorry..” he’s softly laying you down on the floor as his lips trail your neck, his hands placing your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbles against your neck.

-Ben Lawman/drowned

- to be honest he’s probably not the one who started it. He’s usually pretty calm, and quiet…. Except for when he wants to act like a child and become ignorant and downright inappropriate.

-he can be perverted.. gross and this is usually where the arguments start, not that you don’t like him nor the way he acts it’s more when he says things he shouldn’t be saying. So you typically end up yelling at him and he will normally sit embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty.. he didn’t think you’d get so upset.

- on occasion if the argument isn’t about that and about something else he still is usually the one to just take it but there are rare moments where he snaps back. And when he does. Oh boy.

-constant pacing back and forth, hands in his hair, sharp glares at you and laughing in disbelief. He’ll sometimes say things he doesn’t mean. He’s usually not one to yell but when he does you aren’t really expecting it. So it scares you.. and the tears finally break.

- ben only stares for a moment. “Shit.” Yeah he fucked up big time. He immediately feels guilty and he immediately rushes towards you to pull you into a tight embrace. He didn’t mean to take it that far.. he really didn’t, knowing it was him who made you cry makes him want to break down himself.

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“You can hate me yknow, I won’t blame you, or be angry..” Ben mumbled against your hair, your sniffling shattering his dead heart even further. You look up at the blonde, your fingers lacing their way into his hair as you force a bit of a smile “I just.. I hate when we argue like that..” your voice breaks causing Ben to swallow. Oh no. There’s that lump in his throat. His hands rub at your back before feeling his way towards your lower half, squeezing gently. “I know babe. Don’t listen to me when I get like that yeah?” You give a gentle smile as he softly lifts you up, bringing you closer as he grabs his controller, getting ready to play his game and have you relax against him. Occasionally he’ll presses kisses to your forehead. He doesn’t like to talk about the arguments, maybe because he doesn’t know how to handle his emotions and yours at the same time or maybe he’s just scared it’ll lead to another argument, but he apologized like he always does and makes sure your comfy against him while he games. As long as you’re content with it, he’s content.

-Masky/ Tim Wright

- a bit like Jeff I just think he’s a bit more mellow, he won’t ever apologize unless he knows he’s actually in the wrong. Which ends up being majority of the time. You know he has his episodes, where he blacks out and doesn’t remember a lot of the things he ends up doing.

- he will sometimes black out during an argument. It’s not often but when he does it’s like arguing with a brick wall. Like Jeff he won’t listen. He refuses to listen to anything you say because In the moment he’s the one who’s right. But he’ll never go as far to say mean things like Jeff does. No Tim tends to stop himself before he does.

-he storms off frequently. I think he more or so hates the emotions that comes with this. He hates the yelling, the way you look at him with disbelief and anger.. Its more so he doesn’t feel like fucking shit up for being an asshole to someone who genuinely cares about him. So he leaves you to your emotions to figure out, and if they aren’t figured out by the time he gets back he tries his best to help. Even if he does seem annoyed.

- typically your arguments are more him being snarky, sarcastic and being too logical, he can raise his voice from time to time but he’s only ever yelled at you once, and he still beats him self up for it to this day. Seeing you cry at how angry he got, how you still reached out for him in your meltdown caused by him.. and you still reached for him.

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“They’re pills y/n, prescription pills. I’ll be fine you know I need to take them. Why do I need to keep telling you thi-“ you cut him off quickly your voice already laced with concern as it shook. “Because you take more then you should be taking Tim. I don’t like it I don’t want you to hurt yourself..” he understood where you came from yes but what you needed to do was stop it. Just stop worrying about him. “Please for the love of god, I’m fine! I’m fucking fine! I’ll be fine! Please just stop it. I hate how much you worry and stress yourself over me. They’re fucking pills, I take them when needed. So just stop!” Now he didn’t scream super loud, but it was loud enough for you to feel the lumpy tingly feeling in your throat bubble, your hands softly twisting together “s-sorry..” you squeaked out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your bottom lip quivered. He watched you carefully for a moment, grimacing a bit as he watched your face twist with sadness.. and you slowly making your way towards him. Tim opens his arms and quietly pulls you in, one hand rubbing at the back of your head and the other gripping your back. “I’m an asshole. I know you’re just worried.” He mumbled quietly, lips pressed to your forehead as you hide your face in his chest. “You’re okay..” he continues to mumble, awkwardly trying to find a way to comfort you further.

Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

-he’s quiet. Very quiet. I think he’s the most gentle when it comes to arguments with his S/O. He’s scared to hurt you, always in any circumstances. He’s more observant, he knows when the argument gets too much for you just by a single movement.

-though he does have his moments where he does get angry back, he can normally control his temper. Usually the argument starts by something he’s done so he can handle it, he can deal with it. He tells you “I promise I’ll change, just give me some time” and you believe him because he does change but then he falls back into his habits, leaving for weeks on end, taking too many pills, his stalker tendencies.

-the argument this time is unclear, you probably don’t even remember by the Time Brian starts yelling back at you. His hair is messy from running his hands through it one too many times, he’s clenching his fists and trying to breathe as he shakily keeps his voice down.

-even in moments like this he still thinks of you. Not wanting to hurt you nor scare you.. he just lets you have your outburst and then you both move on. But tonight was different.

-he tends to ignore you when he gets worked up in an argument. If he’s not yelling back then majority of the time he’s just silent. His back towards you. But only when he’s angry right back at you. He’ll give you that silent treatment for hours.

-but this time. He made you cry. And he’s stopped dead in his tracks, eyes softening, getting down on his knees and resting his head against your stomach,his hands holding onto your waist. Sigh… he just had to fuck shit up again didn’t he.

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“Brian you can’t just leave me for weeks on end.. you can’t just.. disappear then show up like nothings happened. Where do you go..? Is there someone else” at this point he’s just been listening to you, letting you vent out but when you suddenly accuse him of cheating on you.. he snaps. You really think HE would cheat on you?! It’s not like he didn’t spend months watching you, becoming so infatuated with you to the point that it would make anybody so fucking sick to their stomach. But he couldn’t tell you that he couldn’t tell you he’s loved you far longer. So he stands, looks at you with anger in his eyes, a hint of sadness flashing on his face “don’t fucking accuse me of cheating on you.” He points a shaky finger in your face “don’t you ever. You don’t understand the shit I’d do for you, the shit I DO for you.” He’s close now, watching as you look up at him shakily. “This S-still doesn’t explain where you go Brian.. you-“ he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you close “no listen to me. I want to tell you I want to tell you so badly but I can’t. I can’t. I just can’t.” His eyes are averting he’s becoming shaky himself, he’s panicking. Trust him. Is what he wants to tell you, that It’ll all be okay, he’ll be okay in a couple of days, he’ll change just give him time.. but he can’t lie to you.. not now. It would only make shit worse for you in this moment. When he finally looks back at you he sees you staring up at him, not a word spoken but tears streaming down your face, and your wrists still held tight in his large hands. “I..” he softly brings your hand down, lowering himself to the ground as he watches you still stare straight ahead. He scared you. Brian goes silent and lets himself sit on his knees, his hands running up under your shirt to hold onto your waist and burying his head into your stomach. “I’m sorry” he whispered gently, shivering when he feels your hands curl into his hair and finally look down at him. You know he feels guilty. He’s only trying to protect you.

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 9 months

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The Proxies Little Pet (Part 2)

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Author's Note: This has been requested so many times. There will be no part 3, so don't ask. Enjoy!

Summary: After the events that took place at Gullermary Asylum, Y/N has now been released and given a new identity as they reenter society. But as they remember more and more about the 10 years they stayed with the proxies, and the constant paranoia, they realize they'll never be safe.

Meanings: *Insert Word/Words*, anything with * when Toby is speaking means he's ticking, not just yelling nonsense.

Warnings: Implied Rape, Rape Described, Rape Talked About, Past Sexual, Physical and Mental Abuse, Murder, Suicide Mentioned, Attempted Murder, Kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation, PTSD, Recovering From A Traumatic Event, Flashbacks, Blood, Gore, Paranoia, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Swearing, Agression, Dehumanization, Medication, Hallucinations, Unconsented Filming, Unconsented Photography, Masturbation, Perversion, Mental Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Physical, Emotional Abuse, Forced Violence, Murder, Mind Break, Sexualization, Torture, and Humiliation.

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When you woke up, all you heard were sirens and screams. You're body was sore and sticky, but you were cold, very cold. You were still on the floor of the therapy room, but you felt a warm liquid under you. You used what little strength you had left to push yourself up and against the wall. When you looked down, you body froze.

You saw puddle of blood under you, your blood. Bruised on you thighs and wrists, you saw bite marks on your thighs and on your chest. You felt yourself start to hyperventilate, your hands shaking as you looked around.

"Not again, not again, not again!" You yelled at tears fell down your eyes, suddenly all the memories of your past came flooding back.

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"Get up bitch." Masky said, kicking your curled up body that laid on the floor.

"Come on, Masky. Let's give them a little break, don't want to break them too fast, remember?" Hoodie said as he pulled you into his lap, running his hands up and down your body.

Masky rolled his eyes before lighting up a cigarette. You hugged Hoodie's waist as you cried harder, causing Hoodie to laugh. You hated Hoodie, you hated Toby, you hated Masky, but the comfort Hoodie was giving you caused you to succumb to his touch. You were desperate for some sort of affection, some sort of love that barely gave.

"Who loves you, doll?" Hoodie asked.

"You..."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You..."

"Good girl/boy."

You watched as Hoodir pulled out his camera and snapped multiple pictures of you. All you could do was cry and hold onto him tighter.

"Come on doll, let us see your cute little body..."

"No... please..."

"I'm not asking you again."

When you looked up you saw Hoodie's mask gone and saw his face. He had a evil glint in his eyes. Despite what you mind told you, you sat up and uncovered your body. You moved your hands to the side and opened your legs, much to Hoodie's amusement.

"Good Girl/Boy," Hoodie said, before snapping more picture of you.

You didn't know why Hoodie wanted so many picture of you. Maybe it was for blackmail or for his disgusting fantasies.

Hoodie then picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before sitting you down in the tub.

"I'll be back, don't move or do anything funny unless you want to be punished again. Got it?"

"Yes sir..."

You waited in the tub for awhile before the door opened.

"Hi, Y/N~ How are you doing?" Toby asked as he walked in.

Toby goggles were off but he still had his mask on, so you couldn't see if he was smiling or not.

"Please...not now..."

"Come on, don't *FUCK* be like that."

Toby stepped into the tub and pinned you to shower walls, ignoring the fact there was no water in the tub yet.

"Are you still *WOW* mad at me?"

You just stared at him, you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You watched as Toby's face slowly dropped.

"Fuck...look I'm sorry ok! It was an accident. I didn't mean to go that far... I thought you'd be able to handle it..."

When you didn't reply, Toby's anger and desperation started to grow even more.

"Say something! I can cut your legs off right now you know? You won't be able walk or run away from me...Fuck... I wish it could be reality... You...so helpless. I could do anything to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me...Your moans... your screams..."

Toby began to tighten his grip on your arms as he felt his smile grow wider. You could see the lust and sadism in his eyes. As he slowly leaned in closer to you, a voice caused him to freeze.

"Get out Tobias," Hoodie said, as he walked in with a towel and body wash.

Toby's eye twitched before he groaned, pushing you into the wall before standing up and leave, grumbling about how bitchy Hoodie was.

"I-"

"Shut up."

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"I told you to kill the guy but no you just had to torture him!" Toby yelled.

"You're acting as if you never did that before. Out of the three of us, you're the most fucking sadistic and one who loses control the fastest, clock boy."

"Why you fucking-" Toby said before pouncing onto Masky.

You were curled up in the corner as you watched Toby and Masky fight. Hoodie just watched as the TV played in the background.

"Can you two not be so loud?" Hoodie asked, letting out a sigh.

"Can you *FUCK* suck my dick?"

"That's what Y/N's for," Hoodie said as he rolled his eyes before turning his attention to you in the corner.

You were wearing nothing but the collar Masky gave you. The words "Bitch" written on it. Since the cabin you guys were staying in for a mission had no heating, it was extremely cold, and you had to pay the price of that.

"B-Brain..." You whispered.

"What?"

"I-I'm cold..."

"Well, that's your problem. You're the one who tried to destroy my camera, you're lucky this is your punishment. I wanted to break you fingers but Toby bitched about it. Horny bastard."

"You're such *WOW* a dick to me! I'd slit your throat if I fucking could..." Toby yelled as he pulled at his hair.

"What is that going to do? Make your sister come back?"

Before Masky could say another word, Toby threw on his hatchets at him and Masky only didn't get hit because he dodged in time.

"Fucking hell," Masky said.

Toby was the most unstable one of the three, you knew this. You thought it was Masky when you first got here, but now you knew after being stuck with them for nearly a decade. Toby was the most mentally unstable and unpredictable one. Masky was the most violent yet depressed. And Hoodie was the most manipulative. You hated all of them equally, however. They've each harmed you beyond repair, either physically or mentally. It's been so long since you got captured however, you find it impossible to remember what your family and friends look like, or what you even looked like before. Now you body was covered of scars of all kind. You hated your life, you hated them, but you hated yourself the most.

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As you laid against the wall as your remembered everything, you accpeted the fact you couldn't move, so all you did was cry. Surprisingly, your tears made you feel as if you had some control over your decisions.

As you slowly lost your consciousness, you heard people burst into your room.

"Oh shit! Get them to paramedics, now! Stay with me ma'am/sir."

When you woke up, you were in a hospital room. As you looked out the window you saw the flowers that thrived in the spring weather.

"Miss/Mr. L/N?" A doctor said as they came in.

You felt yourself flinch as you looked at the doctor.

"Hey, you're alright, you're ok. I just wanted to check if you were awake yet."

You only looked at your hands in response.

"The police also would like to speak with you, if your comfortable of course."

"What, happened to me?"

"Well, after running some test, you haven't sustained too many severe injuries. Mild cuts, mild bruises, mild to mediocre burns, and some marks here and there. The most severe thing you had was the tearing of a few vaginal/anal tissue."

You felt uneasy as you heard the last sentence, it pretty much confirmed your suspicious.

"During our exams to find injuries, we also found that you were raped around an hour before we found you, do you remember anything that happened leading up to it or after. "

"I..."

"It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it. Would you like to talk to the police instead?"

You thought about it. You didn't trust anyone. Not your roommate, not the doctor, nobody. But maybe the police could help you, right?

"Ok."

After the doctor left, a few minutes later s police officer walked in. He looked like he was in his late 50's. White hair, glasses and a beard.

"Nice to meet you Miss/Mr. L/n. My name is Lieutenant Frank, I have a few questions for you, is that alright?"

"Yes."

"Ok. You were a psychologist at Gullermary Asylum, correct?"

"...Yes."

"Can you tell me about your patients?"

"I... took care of three... Brian, Tim, and...T-Toby. I don't wanna talk about Toby..."

"It's alright. Do you know what happened at Gullermary Asylum?"

"Not exactly."

"Two patients were able to hack into the security systems and were able to shut it off. They were able to blow up two boilers which caused multiple explosions. You were lucky we found you when we did, the building was minutes away from collapsing."

"Oh..."

"Now, what I'm going to ask is pretty personal, so tell me if you want to awnser or not, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Your doctor told me that you were raped, do you know who did it? Was it a patient of yours, another resident of the Asylum, or just a co-worker? Its ok if you don't remember."

"I-"

You stopped yourself, remembering an image of Toby kissing you as he trapped you in his arms. You could feel the rough touches, the bites, the hickeys, the pain you felt, physically and emotionally. You could hear his moans and mocks, despite the whole experience being a blur.

"Tobias... Rogers... He used me and threw me away like a piece of trash... H-He left me to die," You choked out, tears falling from your cheeks as you hugged you knees.

The officer watched in silence as you cried, gently rubbing your back as you cried and shaked.

"I'm grateful for your help, Miss/Mr. L/N. Once you're discharge you'll be going into witness protection. We'll give you a new name and relocate you. It's far too dangerous for you to stay here, especially with those monsters running around."

"O-Ok..."

Lieutenant Frank took a bow before walking out, leaving you alone in your room. You watched as the sun began to set and the halls get quieter. Nursds came in to check your vitals and if any of your injured got worse.

Before you went to sleep though, you looked out your window and saw something that made you freeze. The same tall creature you saw a week or so ago was standing in the garden looking directly at you. You felt your mind get fuzzy and all you heard was static. You felt blood drip from your nose the longer you looked. You couldn't take your eyes off it, you were stuck in a trance.

"What is that..." You whispered, before covering your ears as the static became unbearable.

You felt blood drip from your nose and ears, the pain was nothing that you've felt before. Suddenly, the monster disapeared and so did the static. Being too exhausted to stay awake, your eyes closed and you body went limp.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw flowers and a note on your bed side. Was it from Fern? Miss. Gullermary? You weren't sure so you picked up the note and set the flowers on your lap.

"Dear Y/N,

See you soon, Tight Bitch.

-MHT."

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After you were discharged from the hospital, you were moved to the city. The police department had paid the rent for your apartment for a year, so you could get a job and start making money to put towards other things.

One day you got out of work pretty late and now had to walk down the city streets at night. When you walked past an alleyway, you heard a woman screaming. When you turned to look, you saw man shoot a naked woman in the head, her brains spilling.

You froze before backing away, the action triggering you to remember a long forgotten memory.

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You had tried to escape again, it was a common a occurrence and they were starting to have less fun with chasing you and started to get more annoyed. So, Hoodie came up with the idea to force you help Masky sort the files of all of Proxies victims. Didn't sound so bad, right? Wrong! The moment you opened the first file you threw up. It was pictures of a dismembered man with his stomach ripped open and his tongue was ripped out.

"Stop crying, it's not even that bad," Masky said as you sat on the couch of his office, tears rolling down your face and your hands shook as photographs were scattered all over the room. Seeing you in fear made Masky smirk.

Before hand, their punishments for your behavior in the beginning weren't that bad. It ranged from not eating for a few weeks to having to sleep in the middle of the woods with Smile Dog watching your every move. But now that they've had you for a while now, their mental states worse and as they fell deeper into the hands of insanity, they became a lot worse.

Toby began to force you to torture people, and if you hesitated or tried to convince him to not make you do it, he would slap you and pull at you hair, spitting in your face and yelling at you to fucking do it if you didn't want to be chained to the basement and be fucked like a whore til the day you stopped moving. It was empty threats that worked. Everytime he told you that you succumbed to his will. The amount of blood you had on your hands made you feel sick of yourself. You were just as bad as them. You let them fuck you, you allowed them to force you to kill people for their own sick amusement, and you've lost all your dignity just to be their pet. You hated it, you hated them.

Hoodie's punishments were the worse. Toby punished you often because of his delusions, his short temper, his declining state of mind and his hallucinations causing him to believe you did something you didn't do. Masky punished for anything. He punished you for fun, you making him mad or you just minding you business, he'll find anyway to hurt you.

Hoodie doesn't get that mad that often because he has better control over his emotions than Toby and Masky, but not by that much. When you pissed Hoodie off, he'd make sure you went through hell. He forces you to murder people and he'd record the entire thing, saying you're just like them and how excited he was to show this to your family and friends if you pulled your bullshit again.

He's recorded Masky or himself raping you on multiple accessions and forces you to rewatch it. He'll force your eyes open just so see every part of the video, even if you break down he'll turn the volume up and say how much of a whore you are. He loves seeing you suffer, he'll only stop if you beg for him to turn it off. This begging consisted of sucking him off for as long as he wanted without stopping.

He's gotten so mad once he shot you in the leg, twice. You lost a lot of blood and he didn't care one bit as EJ treated your wounds.

He's forced you to fuck a man dying from the wounds he caused, and he also recorded it. He knows how much you hated it, how much you cried and begged him to let you stop. The sadness in your eyes made him want to hurt you even more.

The thing is, normally Hoodie wasn't this sadistic, but when he was mad it was way different.

He still has the recording to this day, and he can't wait to show you all the memories you shared.

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Since you were having an episode, you fail to realize the fact you were walking into the road, that was until a figure grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the street as a car drove by.

When you looked at the figure, you saw a man that looked strangly familiar.

"Pay attention to the road, are you trying to get killed?" The man asked.

"Sorry! I just wasn't paying attention..."

"I can see that. Be careful, you never know what's hiding in the streets," The man said, before walking off. As you continued to walk, the smell of cigarettes started to make you gag. You saw at the end of the sidewalk there was man smoking a cigarette while sitting on the floor. You would normally ignore stuff like that, but he was right Infront of your apartment complex.

So, as you got closer you got to see more of the man. He had short brown head, sideburns, bags under his eyes and he seemed to look like he was in his 30's. As you looked at him more you noticed he seemed to have been crying. Dried tear streaks and bloodshot eyes. As he smoked his leg bounced up and down before he ran his hand through his hair and buried his head in his legs.

As you walked past him, you look down and noticed a mask that made you feeeze. It was Tim's mask.

You stopped walking and stared at the mask. Your mind telling you to run, to get away, but your body didn't follow. The man looked up at you annoyed the longer you stared.

"What the fuck are you looking-"

Suddenly, Tim froze. His face twitching into a sinister grin before he stood up.

"Well, that was way easier than I thought..."

Your flight or flight response suddenly came into affect and you punched Tim in the face.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Wait. That wasn't Tim's voice. Or anybody's voice you knew. Looking up, you saw random blonde man with a cigarette in the floor next to him.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I-I... I'm so sorry!"

The man rubbed his jaw before muttering "Crazy bitch."

What was happening to you. You had hallucinations before but never like this. When you got into your apartment, you emotional support dog, Fuzzy, was sitting in his bed. Your therapist had told you to consider getting one for extra emotional support and you glad you did.

"Hey Fuzzy, how are you?" You asked ask you sat Infront of them.

Fuzzy got up and started to run circles around you while whimpering and barking.

"Aww, it's ok boy," you said as you picked him up.

You walked into your room with Fuzzy in your hands before setting him down on your bed and changing into pajamas. While you brushing your teeth, you looked out your bathroom window and saw somebody walking down the street as they dragged a body in their hand. You spat out the toothpaste and closed your curtains, not wanting to see anymore. Sometimes you regretted living in the city, especially with how dangerous your area was, but it provided a good job and free health care for you, so you weren't complaining too much.

As you sat down on your bed, Fuzzy laid in your lap as your turned on your TV to watch a show you were watching. Half-way through you started to get hungry, so you picked up Fuzzy and the two of you walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, you didn't see anything besides juice and some vegetables.

"I need to go grocery shopping soon. Do we at least have popcorn?" You asked Fuzzy, who barked in response.

As you opened the the cabinets, you felt something, no, someone, behind you. You tried to ignore it but it becomes to much to just ignore. When you turned around you saw nothing. You kept all the lights in your house on at all times. You were terrified of the dark. You were terrified of the idea of somebody hiding in it and you not even knowing.

As you waited for the microwave to make your popcorn, you scrolled on your phone as Fuzzy laid in your lap. As you scrolled on your phone you saw that on your calendar you had as therapy session with your therapist tomorrow.

You made a mental note to tell her about the hallucinations you've been having and you hoped that she would be able to help you.

"How about we go on a walk tomorrow, Fuzzy." You said as you grabbed your popcorn.

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Toby sat in his room as he stared at the floor, his goggles and mask laying next to him along side his hoodie. His hands were bandaged after they got injured after he left the Asylum.

"Y/N..."

Toby looked at a picture he had of you from years ago. It was you tied up, hair messy, clothes torn and your head was bleeding from Toby slamming your head against the floor in a blind rage.

"I'll find you... When I do *KOO KOO*we'll be together again... I want your blood to splatter, I want to fuck you while you're *BIRDIE* screaming for me to never stop... Heh... I'll hurt you so fucking bad for leaving me alone..." Toby said as his face was flushed with a rosey red, him licking his hand as his other hand with the one with your picture slowly descended to his sweatpants.

"F-Fuck~... Just like that..."

After an hour passed, Toby fell back onto his bed with his eyes and legs twitching, his arm covering his eyes as he took his hand out of his pants. Your photo was ripped and was covered his fluid, along with his hand.

"I miss you..." Toby said pathetically before sitting up and grabbing his hatchets and his mask, going out to let off some more steam.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked as he looked on his camera roll.

"Out," Toby said, before slamming the door shut, causing Brian to just shrug.

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"Good Evening, Y/N. How are you doing?" Your therapist asked as you sat down in a chair.

"I'm doing ok."

"Hmm, ok. First things first, how are the pills I gave you treating you. Are you getting better, worse or has nothing changed?"

"I think worse."

"How so?"

"Well... I've been having hallucinations recently. I thought I saw... someone... when I was walking home. It felt so real... His voice, the cigarettes, his face, everything. I got scared and punched him but, it wasn't him... It was some random guy."

"Alright. I'll heighten your dose and change your meds. When you said someone, would you mind telling me who?"

You looked to the side as your leg bounced, debating whether to talk or not.

"One of the guys I was with... he... I don't wanna talk about it."

"No no, it's alright. A good way of opening up about this might be just talking to yourself about or writing it down. Try talking to your close friends about it or someone you trust. Work at your own speed, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Alright. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Uhh... yeah actually. Do you know anything about the patients who escaped Gullermary Asylum. I've just been, really paranoid lately. I'm scared they're gonna come back for me. To kill me..."

"No, I haven't. Last time heard, the police are looking for them still."

"Ok..."

"Alright. I'll see you in... hmmm, two week. Here's your prescription and make sure to go to the pharmacy to get them, alright?"

"Yeah, see you later Miss. Berry."

As you walked to the pharmacy that wasn't too far from the clinic, you felt eyes on you. When you looked around, you saw nothing. Once you got into the pharmacy, you walked to medical section and gave them what prescription you needed.

"Can I have what's on this paper, please?"

"No," The pharmacist said.

"What? Are you guys out of stock?"

"No."

"Then can I have it?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need it."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"YES I DO! STOP TELLING ME WHAT I DO AND DON'T NEED!" You yelled, slamming you fist at the counter.

"Are you OK, Ma'am/Sir?"

Looking to the right, you saw a pharmacists standing the to the other cubicle, when you looked in front of you, the pharmacist you were talking to wasn't there.

'What...but she-"

"What happened?"

"I was just talking to a pharmacist."

"Nobody was there, Ma'am/Sir. Let me get you're medication," The pharmacist said, taking the paper.

As the lady went to go get your medicine, you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened. Before you started working at Gullermary Asylum, you don't remember getting hallucinations, but now it feels like a common thing.

"Here you go, have a good day," The pharmacist said as they handed you a bag.

You just nodded your head before rushing out of the pharmacy. As you walked down the street, you tried to appreciate the look of the city. You saw food benders, musicians, people walking around, traffic, and a lot of trash. It made you feel a sense of normalcy, something you haven't for a long time. Now, all you wanted to do was sit in bed with Fuzzy and watch whatever was on Netflix or YouTube.

Once you got to your apartment complex, you opened the door, and there you saw Fuzzy wagging his tail from side to he barked at you.

"Hey Fuzzy," You said as you crouched down to put him.

As Fuzzy licked your face, you laughed before picking him up and closing the door behind you, making sure to lock it.

"What do you wanna do now, Fuzzy?" You asked as set the bag on the table and sat down the couch, setting Fuzzy on your lap.

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"Toby!" Hoodie yelled from downstairs, earning a groan for Toby as he stopped sharpening his hatchets.

He had just gotten back from killing a few campers, and all he wanted to do was clean himself up and go to sleep. He was still covered in blood, afterall.

"What?" Toby asked as he walked downstairs

"The bosses gave us a job."

Hoodie was laying on the couch as Masky smoked a cigarette near the door.

"What i-ss it?"

"They want us to kidnap some girl a city 2 or 3 hours away from here and hold her as ransome. Apparently, she's important to some guy who owes the boss some shit, and hasn't given it yet."

"So w-when we leaving?"

"Maybe in two days, me and Tim got to stock up on some shit tomorrow."

"Alright," Toby said before heading back up stairs.

"Oh yeah... Toby, has been gotten any luck."

Toby paused before checking his phone. No text from Ben since the escape from Gullermary Asylum.

"No."

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You woke up groaning on your couch, Fuzzy cuddled up next to you. When you checked the time, you that it was 9 AM, you had an hour to get ready for work.

"Oh shit!" You yelled as you jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, causing Fuzzy to jump off the couch and look at you confused.

After you took a quick shower, did you hair and changed into your batista uniform, you ran out of the door, not forgetting to put water and food into Fuzzy's bowls.

"Shit shit shit," you muttered as you ran down the city streets, constantly checking your watch.

You wished that you had more money to get another car. The car you had when you were still a psychiatrist was stolen, and you've been mostly focusing on bills.

As you opened the door to the Cafe you worked at, you clocked in and took a sigh of relief when you saw you just barely made it on time.

"Hey Y/N," Your co-worker Victoria as she made a latte next t o you.

"Hey Vic," You responded, catching your breath.

"How was the therapy sesh?"

"It was, alright. I got prescribed new meds tho."

"Why?" Victoria asked, handing the latte to the waiting customer.

"I started to get really bad hallucinations...I even punched a guy who looked like one of my old patients, and talked to an imaginary pharmacist," You said before reading a note that hung on a wire, reading an order of a Columbian Coffee with creamer.

"Damn, that gotta suck."

"Yeah..."

"When's your next sesh?" Victoria asked before going to take a customer's order.

"I got seshes twice a week, so on Wednesday."

"Alright."

After a few hours of the two of you working, you both decided to go on break. Since you forgot to pack food, and Victoria didn't want to eat the food at the Cafe, you both decided to get food at McDonald's.

"So, you trying to hang out at my place tonight?" Victoria asked as she ate her chicken nuggets.

"I don't know. I don't like leaving Fuzzy alone at night... I don't know if they will hurt him..."

"Oh, alright. Well, it was worth a shot. You should go out more, you know, make more friends."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Why?"

"I don't know what psychopaths are out there. You're lucky I even talked to you."

"Ouch."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"When does your shift end anyway?"

"At 6, so I got 2 hours left and then I'm out."

"Lucky, mine ends at 11, boss made me take overtime."

"Sucks to suck."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

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When you got home, Fuzzy was sleeping in front of the door, waiting for you. You picked him up and walked to your room, sitting on the couch.

"I don't know what I'll do without you, Fuzzy," You said as you hugged him tight.

As you slowly fell asleep, a dream crept upon you, or should I say nightmare.

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The dream started with you in a room oddly familiar. Hatchets hanging on the wall, blood stains on the floor, and a figure standing at the door.

It was a black figure, but you could see the outlines of a t-shirt, sweatpants and messy medium length hair.

As you looked down, you realized you were on a bed wearing lingerie, but you couldn't ignore the bandages on you wrist, stomach and thighs, and the fact your hands were cuffed.

"You're fine, you're fine, you're fine... Calm down [REDACTED] , you're fine," The figure said as it walked to a desk, sitting down and bringing it's hands to it's head.

"Y-Your fine...your...fine...fine...fine fine fine fine fine!"

The figures voice began to shake as it broke into manic laughter, but you could sense that it was crying.

You accidentally moved your body, causing the figure to rapidly turn around.

"You..."

You stared with fear as the figure twitched.

"You're making fun of me, right?! RIGHT!? The crazy, retarded, [REDACTED]...I'm a freak aren't I?! Even you see as that, don't you..."

The figure slowly stood up and walked towards you, causing you to crawl backwards.

"I'm to blame for what happened to Lyra, right dad? You're retarded son couldn't save your sweet, perfect daughter, right? Right?!"

Before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed as hands gripped at your throat, cutting you air supply.

"Heh...haha. HAHAAHAHHHHAHAHA, DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH! DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

"Stop...please..."

Your pleases went through deaf ears. Suddenly, a hatch magically appeared in the figures hand as it raised above it's head."

"Stop. STOP!"

The hatchet rushes down.

"TOBY STOP!"

The hatchet stopped right above your head, causing the figure to freeze.

"Stop, please Toby... Stop..."

"Toby..." The figure whispered.

Suddenly, the figure turned into a terrific Toby as his eyes shook.

"No... No no no, shit!" Toby said in a panic as he got off you.

Toby suddenly hugged you as he rambled an apology. You only shook under his grip, anxiety and paranoia filling you up.

"I almost k-killed you... if you didn't yell I would've... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

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You jumped up in a sense of confusion and fear. The nightmare caused you to be in a cold sweat, and all you wanted to do was hide.

When you looked at your clock, you saw that it was 6 AM, and you had 3 hours before your shift.

You took you meds and slowly walked to the kitchen to make breakfast, Fuzzy following after.

As you slowly made you scrambled eggs, you felt the felling of hands wrap around you neck, a hand cover your mouth and an arm wrap around your waist. You tried to ignore the goosebumps and uncomfortable feeling before it all became over whelming. You slowly slide onto the floor and broke down. Fuzzy walked over to you and forced his way between your arms. Your hands gripped the counter as you cried, you felt your chest compress and it became harder and harder to breathe as you did. Fuzzy licked your tears in an attempt of comfort, and it was slowly working.

"Why...Why me?! Was I easy!? Was I fucking stupid?! Why, why me?!"

Fuzzy's whimpers brought you back to reality. You hugged him and you silently cried. You don't know how much time passed, but you cries stopped when you heard your phone ring.

"H-Hello?"

"WHERE ARE YOU?! ITS 11," Victorn yelled on the phone.

"I-I don't think I can go today..."

"What? Why? You ok?"

You suddenly broke down again.

"No..." You said between cries.

"Shit... I'll come over to your place in a bit, alright? Just, stay there," Victoria said before hanging up.

After what felt like forever, your front door opened. You flinched before you remembered you gave Victoria keys to your apartment.

"What happened? Talk to me," Victoria said, sitting down in front of you.

"Was I easy...Is that why they took me... It's all my fault isn't it?"

"Don't start with that bullshit. It wasn't your fault, you're stupid if you think that, and I know you ain't. Those motherfuckers are sick in the head, that's why they took you, it wasn't your fault, and it never was."

"But out everyone out there, why me?"

"I don't know. Sometimes people do bad things because they felt like it. Maybe they saw you and went 'hey, let's take her.' It could've been purely out of impulse. But at the end of the day, your not to blame, so don't ever think you were."

"But...ok."

"Great! I'll tell boss your sick, really sick. Enjoy your day off. Go out, walk in the park, staying in here won't do you any justice. Maybe take Fuzzy with you."

"Ok..."

"See you later."

"Later."

After an hour passed, you decided to take Victoria's advice and go to the park. You took a shower, did your hair, gave Fuzzy his food and water before putting him on his leash, and headed out.

As you walked Fuzzy to the park, you tried to appreciate and admire the trees and flowers you walked past. You decided to go to one of the more popular parts in the city, you remember Victoria telling you that a jazz band would play here from time to time, and you hoped today was one of those days.

When you got to the park, you heard jazz, the singer singing a song by Ray Charles, kids playing Frisbee, mothers gossiping, an old couple having a picnic, and dogs chasing one another. It felt like something straight out of a movie.

Suddenly, Fuzzy started to pull at his leash, trying to chase the other dogs.

"Alrighr, just make sure to come back to me," You said, before unhooking the leash.

Fuzzy ran as fast as he could and gave chase. You decided to take a walk in the park, enjoying the jazz band before throwing them some change in a guitar case that was full of cash, and then made your way to the beautiful fountain in the middle of it all. You sat on one of the benches in front of the fountain and admired it's beauty. You took some deep breaths before closing your eyes, it felt really peaceful.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You slowly opened your eyes and saw a man standing next to you. You blushed because you found him rather cute, but couldn't ignore the blackness of his eyes. Maybe he just had really hard-core makeup.

"Uh, sure."

The man sat down and pulled down his hood, revealing his short, wavy brown hair.

"What brings you here? I come here often, but I've never seen you before."

"Oh, just to clear my head."

"Understandable."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Jack, but my friends call me EJ."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you Jack."

You turned you gaze to watch the ducks that found their way from a pond nearby waddle towards you. However, you failed to noticed the man take a picture of you and send it to someone before following after you.

"I haven't seen ducks in forever! Back where I used to live, ducks would be everywhere. I didn't expect them to be in the city."

"The city is full of surprises afterall."

You two watched as the ducks waddlee around, but you flinched when you heard a loud splash from the fountain. You felt as Jack, or EJ, grabbed you out reflex. The two of you stared at eachother, but at the angle you were at now, you realized that this man didn't have eyes at all, just empty sockets. You felt goosebumps form on your arms and legs, now that you look at him, you swore you've met him before.

"Sorry, reflex," Jack said, letting go.

"No, it's alright. I, uh, I gotta go."

"Alright, see you around Y/N."

You walked with pace, taking Fuzzy from his little dog chase and placed him on his leash before walking home.

When you got home, you gave Fuzzy a refill on his food before starting dinner.

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"This the chick?" Ben texted.

"Yeah."

"Well lucky them, they're heading over to the city ur in in like. 2 day? Makes my job easier."

"K."

"Love you😘"

EJ read.

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After you ate dinner, you decided to go to sleep earlier today. Maybe it was the stress, but you were more tired than usual. The moment your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep. Fuzzy used his mouth to cover you with a blanket, before curling up next to you. Just like the night before, another dream crept upon you.

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"Got dammit! Where is she?" You yelled, crossing your arms as you stood outside of a popular club.

You were wearing a normal club outfit, and when you looked down at you phone, you the message you sent to your friend.

"Where are you? I'm trying to go home." You sent, only minutes prior.

You knew it was a bad idea to go to the club with Isaiah and Fern, they probably partying the night away, already forgetting about you.

"They were my ride too... I don't got enough money for an Uber either."

You let out a groan before sitting on the floor, hoping that Fern would see your text soon.

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

You looked up and saw a man sitting on a motorcycle next to you. He had short brown hair, a leather jacket, and a smug grin on his face. You couldn't ignore how handsome he was.

"What do you want?"

"I heard you complaining about a ride, you need one?"

"As if."

"Ouch," The man said, put his hand on his chest in fake pain.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's either I take you home, or some group of gangsters take you away, your pick."

Thinking about it, you were in the nasty part of town, gang activity was high.

"You sure you're not some serial killer?"

"Nah. Now you coming on or what?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

You lazily stood up and sat behind the man on his motorcycle.

"I'd hold on if I were you."

Before you knew it, the two of you were on the road.

"Where you live anyway?"

"16th on Flowerbloom. I live in the complex."

"Ight."

"What's your name anyway, motorcycle guy?"

"[REDACTED]."

"I'm Y/N."

"Didn't ask. Nah, I'm just playing."

You let out a chuckle as you pulled up to your apartment complex.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Now problem. But hey, you're pretty cute, mind if I get your number. Just on case you need anymore rides."

You thought about it. He was looking at you wutha flirtous look and you couldn't ignore the heat that formed on your face.

"Uh... sure. Here."

After the two of you exchanged numbers, your dream glitches. Next thing you knew, you were in a cafe, with [REDACTED] sitting next to you.

"This was a really nice date, I'm surprised you aren't dating anyone," You said as [REDACTED] took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, maybe I was waiting for a little girl/boy like you to catch my attention."

"Heh, you're an idiot."

"I could be your idiot~"

You turned away as you face heated up. [REDACTED] smirked at you before gently moving your head to look at him. Next thing you knee, he kissed you. You were so surprised and flustered, you allowed [REDACTED] to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, slipping in a tiny tablet before pulling away. You subconsciously swalled the tablet, being too lovestricken to notice.

"You wanna head over to my place?"

"S-Sure," You said, still in shock.

[REDACTED] took you hand as the two of you walked outside of the Cafe, but with every step you took, you felt your self get weaker and weaker. But the time the two of you were a few feet from the Cafe, you passed out.

When you woke up, you were in the back of some van. Your arms and legs were tied, you mouth was taped shut, and you were left only in your underwear.

You rapidly looked around and saw a black figure driving the care, it looked similar to the figure from last night.

You began to let out muffled screams, causing the van to park somewhere and stop. The figure then began to walk up, you could are the outline of a camera in its hand.

"Aw, my little girl/boy is awake. You scared?"

The tone of the figure was laced with pity and mockery. The figure untied the ropes on your legs before standing between them, making you unable to close them.

"We're going to have a little photos hoot, alright? Can you be a good girl/boy and do that for me, or are you going to be a bitch..."

After you heard the words 'Good Girl/Boy,' and 'Bitch,' the figure filled in to be a Hoodied figure with a frowning face, and a bright yellow hoodie. You began shaking your head, kicking your legs and letting out muffled screams.

"So you're gonna be a bitch... Well, I don't mind, it's been a while since I've had some fun.

The hoodied man sat between your legs and leaned in close to your face, gripping your thighs so hard that it drawed blood. He then ripped the tape off your lips.

"One, or two?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh... 2?"

The hoodied figure set the camera to red, implying it was filming, before setting it next to the two of you, it was at a perfect shot so it could capture both of your bodies. The hoodied figure then flipped you over onto you stomach and pulled at your hair.

"You're gonna wish you were dead once I'm done, and then you're gonna watch, ok?"

You knew what was going to happen. You heard the sound of a zipper unzipping and the sound of your underwear ripping..

You screamed as you felt his dick push into you, you could feel the blood drip.

"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"

You don't know how much time passed, but you gave up on fighting back after you felt him cum for the 5th time.

"I'll stop if you say Hoodie don't stop," The hoodied figure whispered into your ear, before bitting your neck.

"Hoodie, don't....stop..."

"Louder."

"Hoodie, don't stop!"

"Louder."

"HOODIE DON'T STOP!"

Hoodie pulled at your hair and shoved his fingers down your throat, chuckling as tears rolled down your eyes.

"Idiot."

After what felt like an hour, you felt him pull out of you. You were tied, so tired. You just wanted to curl up and hide.

"What? You told me not to stop, so I didn't. I would've stopped if you didn't say anything you know. "

You felt your world shatter. It was your fault.

Hoodie grabbed his camera and stopped the recording. You then began to heard click, after click, after click.

"Ass up."

You were so tired, and your body hurt so bad. You didn't want to move.

"You wanna go another round?'

You lazily shake your head.

"Then ass. Up."

You raised your ass as you heard more clicks. Eventually your legs out out and you collapsed, the ropes on your arms digging into your skin. Hoodie then flipped you onto your back and untied the ropes. Your arms laid limply next to you as Hoodie forced your legs open. A took a few more pictures and before taking a picture of your face.

"You were such a good gril/boy for me," Hoodie said, pulling you into his chest.

He rubbed your back and lifted his mask to kiss you gently. Through your lidded eyes, you realized it was [REDACTED]. You felt your heart sink.

"If you continue to be a good girl/boy for me, I won't post this everywhere on internet and send this to your friends and family, ok?"

"O...k..."

"You're such a cutie... I can't wait to fuck you up..."

You just blinked, slowly falling asleep. Suddenly, a slap hit your face.

"You thought we were done? We're going to watch your little video, and if the slightest thing isn't right, we're doing it all. Over. Again."

You glanced up at his face. You saw a massive, sadistic grin with sadism and joy in his eyes.

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You woke up feeling numb. No sadness, no fear, just numb.

The dream was so graphic, so real. You didn't even bother getting out of bed, you just closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

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Hoodie looked through his camera roll. He had gotten bored and wanted to reminisce while Masky was looking for the shit needed in the store.

Suddenly he paused when he saw the longest video on his camera roll. It was from the first day he took you. The footage length was 3 hours, 45 minutes, and 27 seconds.

"I almost passed out after that fuck," Hoodie whispered to himself with boredom.

One thing he remembered from that day wasn't your cries or screams, but it was how much he didn't want it to stop. Out of all the times he fucked yiu, that was definitely his favorite.

"What a shame we left them to die... They were my favorite."

"Buzzzz. Buzzz. Buzz."

"Hello?" Hoodie said as he answered his phone.

"We found her!" Ben yelled through the phone.

"Really?"

"Yeah! And they're in the city you guys got a job in! I mean, if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Hah. No."

"Awwwww man... Anyways! Good luck!"

"What was that about?" Masky asked as he enter the passenger's seat.

"Ben found them. You wanna leave today?"

"Fuck yeah!"

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When you woke up, Fuzzy was whimpering at you. When you checked your phone, you realized you slept through the entire day. Yiu had your therapist appointment in an hour, so you might as well get ready.

After showering and feeling Fuzzy a lot of food and water since he didn't eat for an entire day, you started your walk to your therapy center. But, when you got there, police were everywhere.

"No... not today, please not today!"

You tapped one of the police officers to ask him what happened.

"Step away, Ma'am/Sir. We are in the middle of a crime scene investigation."

"What happened?! I have a session today."

"Well, a few of the staff were murdered, and one therapist is missing."

"What..."

You stood there as you felt your world slow down.

"Which one?! Is it Abigail Berry?! Please, please tell me!"

The officers silence was all you needed. You began to hyperventilate before running away. You then called Victoria.

"He-"

"Victoria. Go to my place and take Fuzzy. Take care of him from now on for me."

"What? What's happening?"

"They found me."

Before Victoria could say another word, you hung up.

You just ran after that. You ran without stopping. You trusted Victoria to take care of Fuzzy, he was the whole reason you were still alive, and you wanted to make sure that he would still be safe, even after you were gone.

You eventually fell to the ground and took some deep breaths on the floor. You were on the side of a highway, and surrounding it was the forest.

After you stood up, and limply walked. You were so fatigued.

Suddenly, hand covered your mouth with a cloth. You began to kick and throw your arms around as the person strengthened their grip.

"Shhhh."

Masky. Without a shadow of a doubt.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

That was the last thing you heard before your world faded to black.

Masky picked you up and ran to the van, getting into the passenger's seat before throwing you in the back with Toby and Abagail Berry, your therapist.

"What's happening?" A lady in a car asked the man who yelled.

"Call the cops! The people in that van just kidnapped a girl!"

"Drive," Masky said, Hoodie speeding off on response.

"Woo-hoo! Two hits in one day. Way to be undetected Tim," Toby said as he held your body.

"Shut up. If the cops chase us, you know what to do."

Abigail as muffiling words as she stared at your unconscious body.

"Shut up, bitch. You only here *CHOO CHOO* for Ransome, once we get it your ass *TITTIES* is dead, and our little doll here is gonna kill *CLICK* ya, as punishment for leaving *LEAVING *us in the first place."

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"BREAKING NEWS! On 16 WH highway, the police are giving chase! London, please switch the the helicopter view.

Victoria watched the news report as Fuzzy whimpered.

"According to eye witnesses, a white van is suspected of holding 29 year old, Y/N L/N, and 35 year old, Abigail Berry. Earlier today, Abigail was announced missing after a massacre took place at Trauma Healing Center. And Y/N was seen knocked and dragged into the white van not too long after on the 16 WH highway. The police are telling everyone to stay off the roads for their own safety! This Andrew Will at 68 news, signign out."

Victoria turned the TV off and hugged Fuzzy as Fuzzy howled.

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"There's a lot of them *FUCK YOU*," Toby said as he looked out the windows. "Should we stop and take them all together?"

"Nah. You wanna make up for fucking up earlier, which caused us to get sent to the Asylum and for Y/N to go missing in the first place?! Then you take care of it," Masky said. "You're fast enough to catch to the care. Be quick."

Toby let out a groan before opening the back doors of the van, hatchets in hand.

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"Andrew Will back on 68 news! It seems as if the situation has escalated! London, go to the live feed!"

"It seems as if one of the perpetrators has jumped out of the van! We have identified him as Tobias Erin Rogers, one of Americas most wanted! And he's welding...hatchets."

The news reporter went silent as screams, guns and laughter echoed in the background.

"...London...get off the live feed..."

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Ben: If you had to choose between EJ and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Y/N: That depends, how much money are we talking about? EJ: Y/N! Ben: 63 cents. Y/N: …I’ll take the money. EJ: Y/N!!!

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whaleofatjme1920 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2: Orgasm Denial

Brian Thomas X GN!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Orgasm denial, rough sex, slight degradation and praise, mentions of cum stuffing

AN: sorry this is a lil late lol I've been busy.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

“You really don’t know what you’re asking for,” Brian laughed as he ran his fingers through his blond hair, eyes crinkled in the corners as he watched you pout in front of him. He sipped lazily at his coffee cup and let his hazel colored eyes flash with mischief as you narrowed your own eyes at him.

“Uh-huh, I sure do know,” you insisted as you leaned forwards. “I can take it. You’re not that good,” you grinned, acting just the tiniest like a brat in order to stoke Brian’s ego and his desire to have control over you. Brian’s always prided himself in his ability to make you fold in a matter of minutes. You watched as Brian’s expression shifted.

And that’s when you knew you’d messed up.

You couldn’t breathe right, not when he’s staring you down like he wants to devour you and then fill you until you can’t possibly take anymore. His cock prodded at your entrance before slowly opening you. “Brian,” you hissed as you watched him teasingly swing his hips backwards. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me-” the words were lost in your throat as Brian suddenly thrusted forwards.

A loud cry left your lips as you felt his thick cock push you wide, wide open. “Brian-”

Brian’s hazel eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you take him. “That’s right,” he grinned. “C’mon, take me deep. Keep your legs spread just like that.” He grunted softly as he swung his hips quicker. There was no time for loving in moments like these, just pure carnal lust. He groaned as he felt your body tightly constrict around him. You were gushing all around him like you lived for nothing else but the way he made you feel. “You feel so, so good,” he moaned.

You rolled your hips upwards again to meet him. “Are you gonna cum inside of me?” Your eyes widened as he sharply rolled deep inside of you. “Take that as a yes?”

Brian scoffed with a devilish grin, “ ‘Course! Where else would I cum? That’s all you’re really good for,” he hummed. Before you could even protest, he was bringing you closer and closer to the edge as he thumbed your clit. His rough fingers, calloused from his days of work, swirl your most sensitive part with just the perfect amount of pressure. He knows your body so well, he can press you and know you’ll be cumming in seconds.

You felt like you were nearing closer and closer to your edge as he roughly pounded into you, softly praising you in your ear when he got close enough to rut into you and teasingly degrading you when he was able to see your full body splayed out for him. You huffed as he pinched your clit and brought you closer and closer. “Please Brian,” you begged, forgetting all about the way you’d teased him so relentlessly earlier.

“You want to cum?” he asked, his tone dark and mischievous.

You nodded eagerly like he was all you could focus on. “Brian, Brian, Brian-” you mewled incessantly as you grew closer and closer. And then suddenly, the bastard pulled out right as you were about to tip over the edge. “Brian!”

His smirk was knowing, and oh so shit eating as he watched you angrily pout and gripe at him to finish you off.

#minors dni #brian thomas x reader #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #hoodie x y/n #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #marble hornets x reader

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 4 months

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Hello!! I’d like to request a bunny S/O with Ticci Toby,Ej,Masky,Hoodie,Jeff The killer like the S/O has like bunny ears and a bunny tail?

Their fragile and small and sweet and soft.

Awww little bunny creep! I actually have a pet bunny, but she is very sassy 💀

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ticci Toby

Your sweet and quiet personality is very nice for Toby

He loooves people with softer voices and personalities, as he can respond pretty negatively to louder things due to his ptsd

Also, you being more on the calm side kind of mellows him out

Toby is very influenced by his surroundings, pretty much just morphing his personality to better suit the situation

So being around you makes him calmer, and quieter

That being said, most of the time when you guys hang out you are cuddling close to each other and sleeping

You being rather easy to spook due to you being partly bunny, prefer to have him hold you so you know you're safe

And he couldn't be happier to do so

He will wrap you up in his arms and bury his face into your soft ears, giving them a little kiss as he drifts off into sleep

Occasionally, you will pick up on a noise such as footsteps or talking, making you wake up and look around anxiously

Toby will sleepily pull you back into his chest after you've scanned for danger and whisper to you how you don't have to be so vigilant, because he's there for you

He always keeps headphones on him as well, partly to play his music but mostly for when you are in public spaces and it gets too loud for your ears

They don't fit too good, but they are better than nothing

He will also rub your ears whenever you get worked up, telling you to just relax and breathe

It is very calming for both you and him <3

Eyeless Jack

You actually share a lot of similarities with him!

This makes you ten times closer with each other

You are both sensitive to noise, you are both very quiet and stick to yourselves, you both have very soft hair (or in your case, fur), etc

Even your differences are cute in a way

He is a carnivore, and you are a herbivore

You tend to get very nervous and shy around people, he is more so just quiet and reserved

Honestly you two are the most precious together ugh <33

With his sharp claws, he is able to get through your thick fur and give you wonderful scratches behind your ears, on your head, etc

And with your soft hands and gentle mannerisms, you are able to give him little mini massages, even with his overly sensitive skin

You spend a lot of time reading together, and occasionally you go on cute little picnic dates

You lay down a blanket in the manor's large ethereal garden, and talk about anything that comes to mind while you eat

Jack often doesn't eat around you, as the smell of meat can make your stomach turn and make you very nauseous, but he might eat a light snack while you eat your salads and chips

You are often seen together, since you understand each other so well and are so close, theres no one else you guys would rather hangout with!

Masky

He thinks that you are so adorable

You are complete polar opposites

He's a "man's man" and you're soft and sweet and shy

He adores your differences, though

However, this being said he feels a need to protect you if that makes sense

In his brain, you just seem so vulnerable and he doesn't want anyone taking advantage of that

Wether you let him "protect" you though, is up to you

If you don't want him to be so protective, either tell him that or show him that with your body language and he'll back off

But if you don't mind or prefer him to be protective towards you, expect him to always be near you, to always make you wear at least something of his (usually a jacket), and to be pushed away from the less....sane creeps (cough cough JEFF)

He loves to rub his face on your soft ears

Which can sometimes hurt, because he has a rather stubbly face

If you want him to stop though, he'll stop

He often has you with him or near him due to his overprotectiveness

So expect to be sitting in his lap or feeling his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you

Hoodie

He is a very excitable, energetic person so like some other creeps on this list, you are kind of opposites

But also like the other creeps, these opposite factors in your personalities kind of make it work instead of put strain on the relationship

However, he has his moments where all he wants to do is be calm, and sit down in a warm blanket with your head on his shoulder, just enjoying each other's presence while you watch t.v

So if you want one of those moments with him, really all you have to do is ask and he will oblige

The other guys on this list like your ears, but Brian likes your tail

He likes to sneak up behind you and lightly grab on it with a high pitched "boop!"

It makes him laugh to see you get all flustered and embarrassed

He doesn't do that often though, so you don't have to worry about it getting annoying or uncomfortable

He isn't super protective of you like Tim, he's more so....observant if that makes sense??

Like he won't go out of his way to make sure you're with him all day everyday but say if you were in a public area and he notices you're getting restless, he'll ask you about it and what he can do to help

He is obsessed with how your wiggle your nose

Sometimes he'll just stare at it, and when you catch him, he'll grin and wiggle his own nose at you, making you roll your eyes and smile

Occasionally, he will press your noses together in a kunik after watching you wiggle your nose for a while, and he will continue to rub his nose against yours until he gets at least a giggle out of you, to which he will then pull away and peck your nose affectionatley

Jeff The Killer

Him being a very crass and blunt dude he's gonna mess with you at least a little bit

It's also kind of his love language

He just likes fucking with people idk man

Expect him to spook you, grab your tail with a firm grip, boop your nose when you're busy, etc

Eventually you will just get so angry and frustrated with him that you thump at him

yes, thump at him

He will be shocked by it at first, but then he'll laugh, putting his hands up defensively "Oooh. Didn't know I got'cha that mad, doll"

His smug ass will then make it his mission to make you thump much more often

Your sweet little bunny self actually being angry? That's wild to him. And he loves that angry part of you

He might be an asshole a lot of the times, but he can be sweet too

Sometimes he'll just come up behind you, putting his chin on your head and stroking your ears lovingly

He'll whisper to you how adorable you are and how much he loves you

And then he'll go about his day as if nothing happened

Such an ass, but he's your ass <33

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NEW YEARS KISS WITH THE CREEPS

Toby

You’d have to initiate the kiss. Man dosent care about intimacy but when you do he just can’t get enough and it turns into a makeout

he dosent really care if your closet you get a kiss, it’s more of a peck than a kiss but a kiss is a kiss

Jeff

full on grabs you and makes out with you, a lil too confident

Hoodie

he’d try to be a gentleman and hold your hand but hint he wants a kiss “I wish I had someone to kiss” so dumb but when he does he’s so happy

Masky

He’d keep his mask on. Mask kiss, like a teeny tiny peck, any longer than 3 seconds is too much

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kusagrasskusa · 6 months

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Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind

Masky X Reader, Hoodie X Reader, Ticci Toby X Reader

Hello my loves <3 I’m planning on something I haven’t done in a veryyyy long time. This will be a chapter story that I have been wanting to make for a little bit, but I aleays get kinda pressured by one shots I suppose. And here is the introduction! I will link my AO3 account as well as my Wattpad (god rest its soul), where you can also find this story if it’s more convinient. But, I do want to say that the tags on AO3 are knd of dark because this story will be DARK. It’s gonna have some dark romance lol.

Wattpad - AO3: AnotherBloodyMaryOnACross

Intro, Cha1, Cha2, Cha 3, Cha 4, (All other chapters!)

It wasn’t the first time she did this to Y/N, but this was the worst. It was pretty often that she would leave her stepdaughter in the car during the summer, winter, or just bad weather, to go play or take her son somewhere. It’s understandable why Martha would be so angry- after all, her husband cheated on her and had a daughter with a prostitute that now she has to raise. But it wasn’t Y/N’s fault for being born into the world, or that her father was unfaithful. Y/N had flirted with death in locked cars many times during summer when Martha would take Mateo to a playground, forcing Y/N to only be able to watch and be jealous. If only the kids’ father wasn’t at work as much, he’d noticed the abuse for himself.

But this time, as it snowed heavily, Mateo and Martha were together at a nearby playground; Martha helping him snow-glide and make snowmen with the other kids. Y/N sat in the freezing car for an hour at this point and the frostbite nipping at her little purple fingers felt miserable alongside the constant shivering and the cold nipping away at her flesh. She was only six years old, with fuzzy boots and thin pajamas- nothing suitable for the cold.

“M-Martha…” she chattered her teeth as she mumbled, cuddling herself in the back car seat. It hurt too much to talk at this point.

A sudden gush of wind hit her legs out of nowhere, making her gasp and shiver more. Her eyes darted to where it came from- the windows were closed, so where did the wind come from? She furrowed her eyebrows as she sat up on her seat, hugging her arms to her chest as she looked at the now-opened window. Who opened the door and how did she not hear it?

“Mateo..? Martha?” She whimpered as she slowly slid off the car seat and down onto the snow-filled ground. The sound of screaming and laughing of kids could be heard from behind her in the distance, where the entrance of the snow park was. But the way Y/N faced was the direction of the thick woods, covered in thick snow and untouched. But what stood out the most to her was the bright, little wood cabin that was tucked neatly in the woods. Why hadn’t she seen it before?

There was a random buzzing in her head, causing her to grab off her frostbitten ears in pain.

“Come. It’s warm in here.”

The voice came from her head, making her squint her eyes and shake off the buzziness. As she opened her eyes and looked up, she gasped at the sudden tall figure in front of her. There was a tall man, dressed in all black and with skin as white as the snow. But most importantly, he didn’t have a face. He bent over in front of her, extending his hand in her direction.

“Come. Do not be afraid.”

There was fear written all over the little six-year-old’s face as she took a step away from the monstrous man. Her eyes were wide as she pulled herself away. The man slowly cocked his head, before taking his hand back to his side.

“Well. If you wish to freeze to death, there is nothing I can do to stop you.” His voice rang loudly in her head, making her whimper. He stood up from his spot, taller than anyone else she’d ever seen before, and turned to walk away.

“W-Wait..!” She weakly said, holding her hand out. The man stopped in his tracks and cocked his head in her direction. She pouted her lip, making a sad face. “I-I just… Martha will be mad if I leave the car. And I-I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Although expressionless, there was a look of pity on the man’s face as he crouched down once more in front of her. “My dear,” his voice rang, “come with me. I can show you a way to make sure you will never have to worry about Martha or people like her ever again.”

Mixed feelings sprouted on the young girl’s worried face. But ultimately, she nodded her head and reached for his hand, to which he held her’s the same way that her loving dad did. It was comforting and drained her worries instantaneously as the two began walking towards the cabin. “H-Hey, mister…”

“Please, call me The Operator, Y/N,” his voice rang in her head. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused by that kind of name, and nodded her head.

“How are you going to stop Martha from making me in trouble?” the little girl asked, before a sly smile came onto her face. “And… hey, how did you know my name?”

The man opened the cabin door for her, allowing her to step inside and feel the lovely warmth of the giant fireplace and the smell of a warm soup in the kitchen. The girl smiled happily as she let go of his hand and ran to the fireplace. “It’s so nice in here!”

“Why the FUCK did you leave her in there alone!”

“Sir, I’m gonna need you to calm down!”

“If you never went and slept with that bitch, this never would have happened!”

“Mom! Where’s Y/N!”

“Get the kid.”

“Hey, little man, my name is Officer Lindsey and I’m gonna take you to a warm car with hot chocolate, okay?”

“Don’t take my son!”

“Ma’am, you’re under arrest for child endangerment…”

“Cheif, they found the little girl!”

Eyes turned towards the officer as he held out his little radio. “They found her in an abandoned cabin almost 5 miles out. The same cabin the Charleson family died in. There’s no footprints so they don’t know how she could’ve gotten that far on her own, and she won’t say how she got there. She said there was no one else with her there either.”

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sad-jackson · 1 year

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Silly pt. 5 ft Y/n, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, BEN, Sally, and Jeff

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americantfootball · 1 year

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BRIGHT MOON SLEEPINESS — proxies

cw, } pure fluff, gn!reader, mentions of murder and blood, average murderer occurrences

summary, } on the way home after an agonizingly long mission that seemed to go on forever, a few boys around you seem to take notice of your uncharacteristically sleepy mood.

“Tobes, I’m tired… We’ve been walking for so long! When are we getting back?” You whined, turning to Toby as he raised his goggles so that they were on his head so that he could throw a glance at you better. Once he saw your exhausted expression, he pulled his mouth guard down, grabbed your arm gently and pecked you on the forehead. Masky and Hoodie, noticing you two lagging behind, stopped and glanced backwards in confusion.

“Everything alright?” Masky’s raspy voice spoke, making you turn around and look at him with a tired expression.

“Are ya tired, sweets?” He asked, trotting towards where you and Toby were. You nodded and rubbed your eyes, sighing heavily.

“I g-guess th-that vi-victim was a t-tough one, h-hmm?” Toby twitched, wrapping his gentle and strong toned arms around your waist as you leaned into his warm chest. Even while you were both covered in blood, he still had that woodsy smell to which comforted you so much. Hoodie was watching this interaction from the sidelines, gradually etching closer to make sure you two were okay.

“We’re almost there, sugar. You wanna hang onto Toby the rest of the way?” Masky asked, pointing at the messy brunette next to him as the aforementioned boy nodded in consent to the idea, putting his orange goggles back on to shield his eyes from the bright moon shining on your group, reminding you all how late it truly was.

You gave an uncharacteristically shy nod, and the twitching male next to you took that as a go ahead. He picked you up with his lean arms and hugged you close to his body protectively. Your legs wrapped around his waist while your arms hung around his neck, your head resting onto his shoulder as he gripped your thighs with his leather gloves. You closed your eyes and let his breathing lull you to sleep.

The boys all looked at each other lovingly, knowing that they wouldn’t trade you for the world.

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bloodblanks · 1 year

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solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter x.

You meet and are mercilessly taunted by Toby. You break down in front of Masky, causing him to reveal how he truly feels about you.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

You were so tired. You were on the brink of exhaustion, and the sun had just set not too long ago. Trapped in the small room that gradually resembled a prison more and more with each passing day, you felt as if you were losing your mind, your sanity slowly slipping out of reach.

You were curled up in a ball on the bed, hugging your legs to your chest, undressed, but also untied. To your surprise, your body was relatively clean, and you noticed that your ribcage was bandaged up, any traces of blood wiped clean off your body. It almost appeared as if nothing had happened, but you could still see the bruises on your hips, your knees, your torso, along with scabbed over cuts that decorated your once pristine skin.

There was no one else in the room. It was the first time you had been left unwatched for over a minute, save for when Hoodie made breakfast. You wondered if Hoodie was just out to retrieve something, or making food, but it’d already been a few minutes since you had woken up, and it wasn’t really time to eat either, making this situation an unusual one. Hoodie didn’t typically take long to return, if he ever left you at all.

You noticed that next to you was a folded pile of clothes, consisting of a large tank top and smaller sweatpants that could possibly be your size. Next to them was a pack of new panties, likely fresh from the store. You mentally thanked Hoodie for remembering to purchase some for you.

You moved to dress yourself, noting the ache between your thighs and grimacing at the discomfort, as well as your recollection of what had been the cause of the pain. When you stood up from the bed to change, as soon as you placed your second foot on the ground, you felt wetness drip between your legs, eliciting a scowl from you. The liquid was tinted red, and you were able to guess what it was, cursing under your breath as you reached for the box of tissues conveniently placed on the nightstand. You wiped any remaining liquid away from between your legs, before cleaning up what had fallen onto the floor as well.

You put on your panties. As you dressed yourself, you discovered that the sweatpants were indeed your size, however the tank top you were given much too large for you. You could only assume that it was more of Hoodie’s clothing. The tank top was white, made of a thin, flimsy fabric that allowed your nipples to be visible through the shirt, poking at the surface of the fabric. You weren’t exactly happy about that, but you quickly gave up on caring about it, seeing as both of your captors had already seen you fully nude. You had very little dignity left to preserve.

The door then opened with a creak, and you didn’t pay it much mind, fully expecting Hoodie to return, but instead, there stood a figure that you hadn’t seen before. He donned a moss green striped sweater with a blue hood, and half his face was obstructed by a mouthguard that he wore. You could see that he had fluffy, hazelnut coloured hair that barely brushed over his eyes, which were a bright amber. Yellow goggles dangled from his neck, and it was then that you noticed that he wasn’t very tall. In fact, he was surprisingly short, far shorter than Masky and Hoodie, who both stood close to a head above you. This man—or boy, he seemed like he was your age, maybe a bit younger even—was closer to your height. You two stood at eye level of each other.

He cocked his head to the side, but it didn’t feel like the same curious action that Masky often did, because as soon as he did that, he followed it up by shaking his head side to side, his hair flapping around in tune to his movements. He twitched slightly, followed up by cracking his neck.

He quickly scanned the room over before he turned towards you, his eyes creasing in glee at the sight of you. You weren’t sure yet how to feel about that. But then he spoke.

“Hey, you’re all alone—woo!—” he made a strange sound at the end of the sentence, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. There had to be something up with this boy, was it a condition of sorts? Perhaps Tourette’s? That seemed to be the most probable, although you weren’t sure if it was an important factor in the current situation.

Instead, you had other questions on your mind, which you quickly asked.

“Who are you? And why are you here?” you questioned him, watching as he continued to sway his head back and forth. It almost looked like he was headbanging to some music, which in any other situation would’ve made you giggle a bit. But not now. Especially not with what he said next.

“You can call me Toby.” he answered, before following up with, “But I’d rather hear you scream it.” As soon as he finished his sentence, he burst out in a fit of laughter, followed by another sound—you’d assume it to be a tic for now.

You felt your palms start to get clammy as beads of nervous sweat began to form on your forehead. You stepped back and away from him; he made you extremely uncomfortable. You didn’t know him, and he hadn’t hurt you yet, but you already had an awful gut feeling telling you that he was bad news. You remained silent, not wanting to give him a reaction or let him know that you were indeed unsettled by his creepy behaviour. You simply continued watching him, waiting for him to answer your second question. Which to your surprise, he actually did.

“Why—woo—why am I here? I’m here cause T— Cause Masky and Hoodie still haven’t gotten the information out of you. You’re a tough one, huh?” he snickered as he closed the distance between you, taking a step forward. You instinctively took a step back, before bumping into the edge of the bed, stumbling for a second before resigning to just sitting down on the bed.

He leaned in down and close to your face. If it wasn’t for his mouthguard, you’d probably be able to feel the warmth of his breath fan over your forehead.

“You know, I heard that Masky had some fun with you today. Actually, I heard it live. I was on the floor below.” He pointed a finger downwards, gesturing towards the floor.

“It sounded like it hurt.”

His words made your stomach churn, nausea instantly settling in as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. This man, this boy, Toby—he had heard everything that had happened, and yet didn’t lift a finger to stop Masky. He had just let it happen. In fact, he was actively taunting you about it. You could hear the callous tone in his voice as he spoke about the situation, displaying an utter lack of sympathy or even pity for you. He appeared apathetic towards the situation at best, finding sadistic amusement in it at worst.

“Hey, be honest—woo—wauh—!” he started, “Do you like it? Is that why you haven’t said anything?” You didn’t comprehend what he meant at first, but seeing the lack of reaction on your face, he decided to elaborate.

“Are you not telling them the information on purpose cause you like it so much?”

You felt your blood boil at his words. He was sickening, and you wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, make him eat his own words, but you knew you didn’t have the strength to follow that up. Even though he didn’t have a large stature like Masky and Hoodie, he was undoubtedly just as fearsome as them.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the pair of twin axes that he had strapped to a belt around his waist. You had been so focused on his strange appearance and mannerisms that you failed to notice the weapons originally. Now that you had seen them, you were more than glad that you hadn’t acted out on your anger.

Toby continued to taunt you.

“I’ve known T— I’ve known Masky and Hoodie for some time. They’re usually—woo—pretty good at their jobs. So either they’re slacking, or you’re just secretly a masochist. Did I get it right?” he asked, cackling like he had just told the funniest joke ever. You could feel yourself fuming; your hands were clenched into tight fists, the knuckles surely white as you felt your nails dig into the palm of your hand. Your breathing had grown heavy, and you were on the verge of growling at him.

Toby leaned forward a bit more, tilting his head to the side so that his mouth would be pressed right up against your ear. His hair brushed against your cheek—he had stopped shaking his head at some point—as he whispered into your ear.

“Maybe if you like it so much, I can also do that to you.”

“Get away from me.” you hissed, your handle on your temper slipping. Wrath bubbled inside of you like a cauldron that was threatening to boil over, momentarily overpowering your rationality and fear of the sharp tools at his sides.

“Feisty, huh? Masky sure has a type—woo!—”

Before you could respond, the door was violently opened, slamming into the wall with a loud thud.

“We thought we heard something.” Masky sneered. “Get out.”

Toby leaned away from you, standing back up straight, and taking a step back. You watched his amber eyes narrow, glaring at Masky and Hoodie, both standing in the doorway. Masky was visibly irritated, you could just tell from the aura he gave off, and Hoodie had his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t seem to be too happy, either.

“I need to have a talk with you, Toby.” Hoodie stated. It felt more like an order than a suggestion, and you could tell Toby felt the same way because he huffed in response, before walking out of the door with Hoodie. The door closed behind them, although you were still able to make out the beginning of their conversation.

“Toby, don’t you fucking dare step foot in that room again.” you heard Hoodie’s voice first.

“The Operator sent me to check on the progress, don’t—woh—wauh—act like I’m doing something wrong.” was Toby’s reply. The voices were growing distant, slowly fading away. You could only hear murmuring after that, leaving Hoodie’s response unclear.

Giving up on the conversation, you instead turned your attention to the person standing right across from you, leaning against the once again closed door. Masky.

You felt an overwhelming number of emotions wash over you. You were upset, hurt, scared, angry—betrayed. You didn’t know why you felt that way, only that you did. And almost as if it were on cue, tears started streaming down your face. You looked at Masky, his face still hidden behind his mask, not betraying any emotion to you. You looked at Masky with watery eyes, voice cracking as you spoke to him.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked. You sniffled as the words came out, trying your best to hold back from crying.

—

It was a Friday after school. Tim, Brian, and you were all together, sat down in the middle of Brian’s living room. You were sprawled over the floor, both arms holding your phone above your head as you browsed through the front page of YouTube, looking for an interesting video to watch. You noticed a video title that had recently been in your recommendations, successfully catching your eye.

‘What pretending to be crazy looks like.’

You were just about to tap on it when you heard the sound of someone fake coughing to get your attention.

“What do you want, Tim?” you dismissively asked, not bothering to look at him. You wanted to watch the video.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is the group project we’re supposed to be working on distracting you from your social media?” he sarcastically responded, and you rolled your eyes, groaning at his comment.

“Tim, school literally ended like, thirty minutes ago. I just want to chill for a bit first.” you whined, before pausing to add, “And I’m not on social media.”

“I asked.” was his reply, cold and curt. You clicked the power button on your phone, turning it off and placing it down to your side, before pushing yourself up so that your weight was held up by your elbow.

“Shut up.” you growled, narrowing your eyes at him in a glare. He merely scoffed at you, before returning his focus to the laptop in front of him, continuing to type something that you presumed to be related to your group project. You looked towards Brian, hoping he’d support your decision to relax for a while before starting on the project, but he too was on his laptop, staying silent and out of this conversation.

You sighed. You probably should get working too, seeing as neither of your friends wanted to take a break before starting work. It did make sense to you however, this project alone would be worth 20% of your final grade, so you knew that it was of fairly big importance.

Retrieving your bag, you unzipped it, taking your laptop out. Quickly typing in your password, you opened your browser and opened Google Docs. You clicked on your shared document with Tim and Brian; you noticed that Brian was typing in it right now. You looked through the document, quickly scanning over the text. It was an English class project, the three of you were to make a poster about a classic literature piece of choice, as well as the author who wrote it.

Brian was the one who was mainly in charge of the research and writing, so the two of you left it up to him to pick his novel of choice. He had decided on The Great Gatsby, which neither you nor Tim had read. Not that it would’ve been any different for other novels, save for the exception of Fahrenheit 451, which you had been forced to suffer through. No chance in hell were you going to do a project on that horrid book. And plus, half the class had picked that book, seeing as it was the only one majority had read.

Since Brian was the one doing the research, Tim was in charge of designing the poster, he’d paint it and decide on the aesthetics. You were left with the task of taking Brian’s notes and forming them into neat sections and paragraphs, before sending them to Tim to format and print out.

Technically your job wasn’t too hard, but it was immensely boring. You groaned, copying a section of Brian’s notes, before pasting it into another document to start proofreading and organizing them.

“Hey, sunshine, I hope I’m not bothering you by asking you to do some work.” Tim spoke up again, interrupting you from the work you were literally being asked to do.

“I am doing work. Stop barking, you dog.” you instantly shot back, irritation beginning to grow within you.

“Uh huh. Where?” he questioned, and you sighed in frustration, not feeling up to banter with him today. Hell, even for banter, he was being especially snarky. More than usual.

“In the other Google Doc.” you answered him, trying to keep your voice level, masking your annoyance. You wouldn’t give in to him that easily. He’d get way too much satisfaction out of knowing that he managed to get on your nerves.

“What other Google Doc?” he asked, and you sighed louder this time, exhaling with a groan.

“The one I sent you.” was your reply, you were still doing a good job at pretending that you didn’t want to get up from the floor and hit him right then and there. Not that it would go too well for you, considering how puberty did work out decently for him.

“You didn’t send me shit, idiot.” Tim snapped, and you double checked your sharing options, confused on what he was saying. You wanted to facepalm yourself when you realized he was right, you hadn’t actually shared the file yet. You just thought that you did.

“Okay, I sent it now.” you grumbled, clicking the right options to share the link with him.

“Thanks, only took you a decade to do it.” What the fuck was his problem? You felt your anger ignite within you, blazing a path of fury up your chest. You didn’t want to give in, but you were so fucking pissed off at how much of an asshole he was being.

“Why the fuck are you being so cringe today?” you snarled, your words catching Brian’s attention. He hadn’t taken part in the conversation so far, but now that you were obviously annoyed, he felt obligated to step in.

“Can you two quit arguing? I’m trying to concentrate.” Brian plainly stated. You were just about to tell him to mind his own business when Tim beat you to it.

“Can you stay the fuck out of this?” demanded Tim, sounding just as angry as you were. You had no idea what could have caused him to be so upset, you hadn’t even done anything. You originally thought he was just taking banter too far, but now you weren’t so sure.

“I can, if you’ll stop acting like a middle schooler with a crush, Timothy.” Brian’s response made your eyes widen in shock. First of all, you had no idea where the crush part came from, which confused you, but then secondly, you were also surprised that Brian would say something like that. He was usually far more passive; in fact, he was usually the mediator when you and Tim argued. He rarely started arguments of his own, which made it rather odd that he would say something so provocative.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Tim hissed. He had stopped working on the project, placing his laptop aside. You could see a warm pink begin to dust over his cheeks.

“I said, you’re acting like a middle schooler with a crush.” Brian doubled down on his statement, instead of retracting it like he usually would. This was going to be interesting, although you weren’t sure if it’d be a good or bad kind of interesting.

“A crush? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Tim questioned. You kept your eyes trained on the scene unfolding before you, your mouth shut.

“You know, kids usually tease their crushes.” Brian explained nonchalantly, almost as if he was talking about the weather or something akin to that.

“Are you trying to say that I have a crush on Y/N?” Tim inquired, in total shock and disbelief. You felt the exact same way as he did, astonished by Brian’s words.

“I’m saying that you’re acting like it.” Right as Brian finished his sentence, Tim immediately spoke.

“Fuck no. Why would I ever have a crush on her?” Ouch. You felt something hurt in your chest. You didn’t know why, but his words stung. So much so that you had to grit your teeth, inhale shakily and then exhale to keep your composure.

“You tell me.” Brian shrugged. Tim scoffed, incredulous.

“I don’t fucking have a crush on her. She’s ugly and has shit for brains.” he defensively said, and immediately you felt another throb of pain in your chest. This one was far worse than the first one, and you could already feel tears well up in your eyes. Tim had stopped speaking, and Brian didn’t respond, either. Silence filled up the room, atmosphere unsettlingly thick, until you finally said something.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked. You sniffled as the words came out, trying your best to hold back from crying. This was bad, you could feel your eyes get watery, beginning to cloud your vision. Fuck, you were about to cry in front of your two best friends. Or well, you had thought they were your two best friends.

This was too much. Tim’s insults on top of his behaviour and attitude towards you today caused the first tear to dribble down your cheek, and you felt hot with embarrassment, internally cursing yourself for crying in front of them.

Tim picked up his laptop. With his other hand, he grabbed his backpack, hastily sliding the laptop in before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder.

The next thing you know, the front door had opened and closed, and Tim was gone.

Masky remained where he stood, inanimate. He twitched, appearing as if he was debating between staying and leaving the room. However, you couldn’t be sure that was what he was actually thinking, seeing as you barely knew anything about your captor’s personality, let alone his mind.

You were still crying, soft sobs escalating into louder wails as he stayed there, watching. You were unable to see his expression due to the mask but watching his body language and feeling the atmosphere around him, you felt he acted like he had suddenly remembered something. Perhaps you were just projecting your own thoughts onto him at this point, though. You weren’t sure.

You watched as he appeared to be struggling, fists clenching into tight balls until his knuckles turned white, before he eventually loosened his grip, running his hands through his hair in what seemed to be agitation. Many times, he turned his attention towards the door, and you figured he was debating on whether to exit, but he never ended up doing so.

After what felt like an eternity of you just sitting there and crying, Masky finally spoke up.

“I don’t hate you.”

You were left stunned, speechless, not knowing what to say or how to feel about it. Your tears didn’t immediately halt, but your cries quieted for a second as you processed this newfound information.

Masky let out a deep sigh. “I— You just piss me off.” He paused to think before continuing. “I don’t even know if it’s anger, or what. You just— I just don’t feel normal around you. I keep feeling this weird pull in my chest, this headache of sorts. It’s dreadful. And it just makes me want to hurt you, punish you for making me feel this way. And there’s some constant reminder in my head, some alarm going off—none of it makes any fucking sense. And I get these urges, I just— you just—”

“Princess.” he growled, his voice raspy, his breathing heavy.

“You bring out the worst in me.”

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bambiimutt · 6 months

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Hello, I loved your writing, and I wanted to request some relationship headcons with Masky

Relationship Head cannons

I wanted to do this for everyone I write for cuz I want them to get some attention too!! I hope that’s okay!

TW!! Mentions of stalking, talking of perverts but not super heavy, possessiveness, if I missed anyway let me know!!

Masky/Tim Wright

-Honestly at first he’s a bit awkward, i see him as socially awkward in general so him being in a relationship? Oh my fuck. And it’s not the Awh such a cutie patootie he’s so awkward. No like he’s so awkward he doesn’t know what to do with you. He’s so awkward he goes silent. Awkward babe.

-once the relationship grows into something deeper he’s better. He definitely still has his moments, but it’s now more how he landed you. How he was able to find someone that cares for him and puts up with him. He’s not much honestly just his random outbursts and waking up with no memory of his nights before.

-speaking of. A lot of trauma lays on his shoulders. After jays death who you don’t know much about and everything leading up to the events of marble hornets. All you knew was that he was supposed to be in this student film.. but shit happened. And he refuses to talk about it. You’ll ask him sometimes if you can watch the tapes but he tells you time and time again. No. More because he knows what he is and he doesn’t what you running from him. He’s with you yea but he doesn’t want to expose you to the operator.

-as mentioned in a few of my other posts. He’ll leave for weeks on end and if it’s not for weeks its almost every night. He’s leaving and coming back at ungodly hours. Most of the time you’re asleep and he waits till your asleep to do this. There’s been a few times his mask is left out because he comes home so drained that he kinda forgets to hide it.. and when you question it sometimes he does remember, and most times he doesn’t. But when you ask he’s stammering. He knows why he has it but doesn’t know how to tell you, doesn’t want to.

-he’s not the date night kind of guy but he doesn’t mind spending some time with you from time to time. He doesn’t want you to think he’s ignoring you or just not care for you because he leaves for weeks.. he wants you to know he loves having you around. It’s just. He can’t tell you about his life fully. When it comes to a date night it’s probably lots of time at home, watching a movie on his couch, cuddled up against him. If you fall asleep he’ll make sure you have all of the blanket. He can fully not be as tense, relaxing into you as you sleep against him.

-very very very sarcastic, it earns him smacks to the arm like 10 times a day.

-he’s alright with public affection but again he’s awkward.. sooo maybe don’t be so affectionate in public. But at home, he’s all over you, sleepy man, cuddled up to you, following you around the house. He seems so big and tough but he hates being away from you.

-Tim’s not crazily over protective. Maybe insecure at times but deep down he knows that you are with him because you truly love him. So if anyone ever approaches you he trusts that you can handle it yourself, if not he will 100% help you.. by torturing the guy the same night, and he’ll come back having that be his only memory.

Tobias Rogers

-ARF ARF ARF BITCH IS A FUCKING DOG. I’m telling you that mother fucker IS ALL OVER YOU. Now I’m not saying he isn’t one scary mother fucker. But he tries to keep his shitty ass fucking life out of his love life. Because really.. this isn’t what he wanted ever. He didn’t want to be part of this operator shit. So he tries to be normal? As normal as Toby can get.

-you actually help him a lot with his tics. If he can focus on something for long enough they don’t get as bad as they can get, they actually become more tame, so if he ever has a really bad tic attack, you’re always the one to talk him through it, to calm him down and to focus on your voice. And he’s better in no time.

-TALK ABOUT BEING A PRETTY MOTHER FUCKER.. YOU NEVER GET OVER HOW PRETTY THIS BITCH IS. messy brown hair, brown tired eyes, nicely shaped face, pretty fucking smile. He never used to have one but he ended up growing a semi beard. More of a patch on his chin. And what does he love the most? Hearing you tell him how pretty he is. Running your hands through his hair, kissing his face all over. God he could eat you right up.

-he’s a closeted pervert. But like not to the point where it’s unbearable but like he’s all over you. He’s grabbing your thighs.. he’s leaving hickeys all over. He’s a boob/chest guy. He just wants you close. So close you could fuse into one. He likes you in panties.. he also likes taking them whenever he has to be on a mission for weeks.. and we all know what he’s using them for.

-socially awkward mf. When you’re both out in public he’s so quiet. And he can’t do it alone anymore, not since he’s met you. If you’re ever on the bus, he’s as close as possible, hands fidgeting with your fingers, and staring down at them so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with others. Though there’s been a few times he’s had to interact with the people who complain about how much space he takes. He’s tall and lanky but the man manspreads like there’s no tomorrow. You have to grab his leg and pull it in because he’s just glaring.

-he kinda forgets that you can feel pain. Because he grew up not feeling pain he’s learned to be gentle with the things he cares about. But if you ever want to play fight he can sometimes forget, and get a little rough. So when you get hurt he’s pulling away instantly. “Fuck.. i.. I didn’t t-think that would h-hurt. Baby let me see it..” he’s babying you the rest of the night.

-now even though he’s a pretty good boyfriend he can be a bit much.. at times. He doesn’t mean to trust me. But he can get agitated quite easily. Certain tones can make him start to overthink, he can grow angered, upset. Just try to be reassuring and he should be okay.

-Toby is one of the overprotective ones. He will do anything and everything to go make sure whoever was all over you is not longer waking the fuck up. He might even steal you a little gift to make you feel better.

Ben Lawman/Drowned

-you might wanna buy some shit to keep the house from smelling like weed. And I mean it. He tries not to go crazy because he knows you don’t want the apartment smelling like it, but he can’t help himself sometimes.

-I’m not gonna lie to you, he most definitely watches you through cameras and your computer and shit. He’ll send pop up messages to you just to freak you out, etc. he thinks it’s so silly seeing you get so spooked out.

-he’s typically at home often. He doesn’t really go anywhere, aside from chilling in the fucking computer. So you get to have him around a lot.

-except it can get so fucking annoying. All in all he’s a really calm person, and keeps to himself but when you come along.. he’s all over you. Like suffocating. He wants you on his lap, he wants you sitting between his legs, cuddled up underneath his shirt, please just BE CLOSE. He’s much like Toby in that aspect. He just likes the physical love. Anything physical. I think it kinda brings him comfort too to be honest.. finally feeling the touch of someone. Something.

-like Toby he’s a fucking pervert. But like it’s hella known. He doesn’t keep that a secret. He’s a dirty motherfucker. Like I’m talking footjobs, cosplay.. but like that gamer girl, slutty look.. you name it he likes it.

-he likes to game so a lot of your time is probably spent watching him or playing with him. If you play with him though, be warned he’s a sore loser. He doesn’t rage but more or so finds excuses to show he should have won. But all in all, he’s just fooling around.. he enjoys that you can play with him, he likes that you like what he likes.

-immature. Not all the time but most definitely immature at times. To be fair when he died, he was still fairly young so sometimes his humour can be a bit.. questionable. Even if you aren’t laughing, he’s slapping his knee and pissing himself laughing, looking at you so that he can see your reaction. Just smile.

-he’s not overprotective. Like Tim he’s just really fucking insecure and I mean really. Really insecure. He sees other couples. How normal they are. How alive they are. And he can’t be that. He feels bad that he can never keep you warm because he’s an actual freezer. He feels like compared to others.. you could do so much better. So when someone hits on you.. he’s sulking. He’s walking further away from you. He’s just insecure. And scared to lose you. But these boys are also.. murderers. So knowing Ben.. well. That person shouldn’t have done that.

Jeffery Hodex/Jeff The Killer

-Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Dickhead. Did I mention he’s a fucking asshole. He may seem like he doesn’t care about you. But I promise you he does. He just has weird ways of showing it..

-an actual fucking bully. I’m sure he’s made you cry time and time again, but you don’t do it in front of him, you don’t want him to think it hurts. Oh but if he knew.. if he knew how much it hurt you he’d beat himself up over it.

-he may seem like a fucking hard ass but he hates when you cry..he’s never one to show his emotions but it’s when those tears fall that he could break right there.

-hates public affection.. but at home? Different story. “Play with my hair.” “Jeff no, I’m busy.” “Please.. pretty please” there’s a moment of silence before you’re rolling your eyes and his head is on your lap.

-talk about sec when he’s angry. It’s a good way for him to get out his pent up anger, or if something happened he just needs you. So really what I’m trying to say is underneath all that hard exterior.. he does need you in many ways. Wether he likes to admit that or not.

-even though he’s an asshole.. he makes up for it with his rare sweet moments. To me. Jeff is.. not like others? I just mean, look wise he was always the odd one out not that he was ugly but like because he didn’t look like every other normal kid there. So having a metal head boyfriend..? With some kinda cool scaring by his lips in the form of a slight smile. Pale skin long black hair, tall and fit…. You know he’s playing the guitar to you. Yknow the room is gonna be filled with a bunch of black shit, band stuff, his weird collection of knives. On the note of he makes up for it with his sweet moments. Sometimes he’ll go through his collections with you. He will play the guitar for you, he’s also quite a good singer so expect some of that. (He most definitely sings you to sleep.. but he makes sure you’re half asleep first so you don’t remember it.)

-he’s not as horrible as he seems, he just.. doesn’t like showing his true emotions. He likes to look like the big bad tough guy. But really.. that scared little kid that hates the world is still in there. So what he needs is comfort. And you provide that. Just give him some time.

-overprotective. And if that was an understatement it would be far more then that. He is wayyyy too overprotective, possessive. You’re his. And his only. Nobody should speak to you in any form of flirting, nobody should look at you, touch you. You. Are. His. Now he keeps the killing out of your knowledge… as much as possible. Sometimes almost getting caught by you.. anyway. The person that looked at your ass and you didn’t even know? Yeah dead by 11 pm. You most definitely find out.

-type of motherfucker to have pictures of you on his phone with his hands around your throat, sitting on his lap, etc. post it. He wants you to. He’ll send them to you just to do it. He likes to show off what’s his.

-when I mentioned he was an asshole. I meant it. Because he doesn’t know how to handle his own emotions he can’t handle yours either. He internally freaks out. So what does he do? Does what he does best. Shuts you out and gets angry at you for showing your emotions

-please don’t be too upset.. he’ll be wandering in some point that night to hold you. He just doesn’t know how to tell what he’s going through.. so just hold him. It’s his way of being vulnerable with you.

Brian/Hoodie

-to be honest. He may be One of the more normal ones. Though when he leaves for weeks on end and comes back for a good while he’s just not himself. He’s quiet. He wants to be alone. He hates being touched, he snaps so much easier. But other then that. Brian tries to completely forget about everything he does and focuses on you.

-a lot of the time, he likes to spend quality time with you. Walking in the local park, doing art, helping him edit his “silly” little videos as you call them. Oh how oblivious you are. He’s a sweetheart, kind, caring. He’s gentle. He knows your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand. He knows what makes you tic, what makes you sulk, what makes you smile. You can thank him stalking you for that.

-yeah remember what I said about him being the most normal, he may have a few quirks. He stalks you from time to time. Not that he doesn’t trust you.. he just. Can’t take his eyes off of you. Ever. Because he doesn’t know what the operator could do.. and well. He just wants to see you, but more to keep you safe.

-he can’t sit still unless he knows where you are at, if you’re okay. And once he knows he can be at peace. So you can only imagine how fucking hard it is for him to be gone for weeks. He ignores all text messages he gets aside from yours. He’s constantly talking to you, making sure you’re okay. he just needs some reassurance and he’ll be okay.

-his camera is full of videos of you. He likes to take these home styles videos of you. Cooking in the kitchen in you’re underwear and his hoodie, you dancing in the living room, sleeping. He likes to look back at them from time to time.

-he makes sure to keep his pills and if you take any medication, organized and separated. He’d freak the fuck out if you accidentally took some of his. That and he needs a specific dosage.. one a doctor didn’t prescribe for him. Ahem. More his dosage of what he pleases. Don’t worry he claims he’s okay time and time again.

-he’s not like Tim with his memory loss, but he can forget things from Time to time. So if you can, if you were there just try and sit with him to help him remember. All he needs is to know that you’ll be patient.

-he likes kisses. Give them to him. Immediately. He wants them all over. His lips, cheeks, forehead. He’s such a sweet man.

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badsweetangel · 8 months

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Possessive (Creepypastas x reader)

If they were too possessive…

Jeff the killer

Bad. Too emotionally unavailable. He would be upset, no doubt, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like the rages, the jealousy, the yelling, the intensity. He's definitely the type to put his hand around your neck and he'd squeeze more than just a little, brush his knife against your skin and tell you to stop, because he's the one in control. He would enjoy it too much, more than he could imagine. It ends with him stripping you against the wall. If he were possessive, which he pretty much always is, he usually tends to be meaner, leaving marks, overly marked hickeys, going crazy if he wants to look in a direction other than where he is. Lots of banging against the wall, hair pulling, blood and sex in places where there are people who make him jealous.

Masky

He would get upset if you didn't let him do his things, if that were the case, a single threat would suffice, but if there is some control, it would not be an active problem for him. If the possessiveness is shown in sex, he would be fine with that, but he doesn't put up with brands or hickeys and in general any kind of disrespect. He's possessive, but he doesn't show it because he's in control from the start, he knows you won't do anything to upset him, yet he leaves too many visible marks and a few sloppy scratches.

Hoodie

A shameless in general. He often teases you when you're too possessive, he doesn't take you seriously, he touches you and pulls down your pants. If you continue, he'll just put a hand over your mouth and you'll know that he already understood and that you shouldn't be like that when you have his attention. There it would be best to kneel. No markings or anything is necessary, because he is sure of himself and also he knows that he has control over you and you would never disobey him. Still he acts that way all of a sudden, just to make you love him more

#creepypastas x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #masky x reader #masky x you #masky x y/n #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #hoodie x y/n

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eveenstar · 2 years

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Hoodie: So, what do you think (Y/N)?

Y/N, who wasn't paying attention: ...I strongly disagree with Masky.

Hoodie: Masky's not even here.

#creepypasta incorrect quotes #proxies incorrect quotes #proxies x reader #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x y/n #masky x y/n

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thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask · 2 years

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Hi hi :D Hope you're doin okay! I have a request if thats possible - regarding your highschool au! How about a oneshot (or headcanons) for one of those 'forced party' scenarios the proxies make [name] go to?

Like - how do you imagine they go? From the invitation (if you can call it that) to the drive there and just how they behave and treat [name] throughout the whole thing! Thank you :)

Forced Late Nights

Author's note: Sure! I was on my break so sorry this took so long-

Warnings: Alcohol, Drugs, Emotional and Mental Abuse, Threatens of rape, implied rape, murder mentioned, violence, implied drugging, harassment, pet names, peer pressure, PTSD mentioned (Toby), sexual assault and just not so nice things, read with caution.

Links: {Masterlist} {Last One-Shot}

Pairing: [Proxies x Reader] [EJ x Reader]

AU: High School (Check my Something Short Series for more info about this AU, link to it in my Masterlist)

"Hey! Whore, get over here."

You groaned at the voice yelling from behind you. Timothy Wright, one of the most popular boys in school and by far the most harsh. Him and his friends have been picking on you since Junior year. Saying bye to your friends you walked over to their lunch table.

"What do you want Tim?"

"Well we have an invitation for you!" Toby exclaimed, looking through his backpack before pulling out a black and white envelope.

"Invitation?" You asked, expressing your confusion.

"LJ is hosting a party tonight and he said we can bring one extra person," Brian said.

"And he said we can-" Toby started, before Tim hit him in the back of the head.

"Shut up Toby! LJ said we can bring a plus one, and you're gonna be our plus one."

"What if I were to refuse?"

Toby pulled his mask off and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the table.

"We will drag you deep into the fucking woods, rape you than murder you," Toby said, smiling at your shaking form.

"Toby's lying about the rape part, like we'd ever want to fuck you," Tim said, Brian letting out a chuckle.

"So is it a deal?" Brian asked.

You thought about it. You didn't trust LJ, not one little bit, Lord knows what he'll pull at that damn party. But, you never really got invited to stuff like this, not because you were considered some weirdo, but because you weren't friends with people like that, so you didn't get invited to parties.

"Fine, I'll be your 'plus one'."

Toby got out from his seat and hugged you, swaying back and forth in pure joy.

"Yay! I won't have to be Brian and Tim's punching bag tonight! Tonight you're our punching bag! I can't wait to see you covered in your own blood."

"Toby, shut up," Brian said.

"Sorry..." Toby said, before letting go.

You decided it was best for you to leave now, before you had to deal with anymore of their wrath. Even though Toby was just as bad as Tim and Brian, you felt bad for him. He was abused by his only friends, his home life sucks and he has a handful of disorders.

You decided to go spend lunch near the alleyway next to school, just so you think straight.

"You shouldn't have agreed to going to that party."

You flinches and looked to the direction the voice came from, and there stood a tall guy will a black hoodie, brown hair, a mask on the side of his face, but he lacked eyes. You couldn't deny that he was kinda handsome, but you didn't know who he was.

"Who are you?"

"Don't worry about that, but what are you doing over here?"

"I'm not gonna share my business with a guy I don't even know."

"Smart Girl/Boy."

The stranger hopped onto the trash can you were sitting on.

"You friends with those Proxy guys?"

"No! They just pick on me."

"That's a shame."

You rolled your eyes and scrolled through your phone, waiting until lunch was over.

"You going to the party?" You asked, catching the stranger's attention.

"Yeah, that's why I asked why you agreed."

"I'll tell you if you tell me why you're going."

"Well, my friend Ben is going and he's dragging me with him. I would much rather take people's kidneys."

You laughed at what he said, assuming it was a joke. The stranger just stared at you before chuckling.

"Well, this'll be my first high school party, I just wanna see how it feels."

"It's just a bunch of drunk teenagers. Bunch of sex, drugs and assault. They're probably trying to get you drunk or drugged and fuck you," the stranger said, pulling his hood up.

"Well, I gotta head to science, maybe I'll see you during that party," the stranger said, jumping off of the trash can and walking off.

You smiled to yourself. He was pretty nice, and kinda attractive, even though the lack of eyes was intimidating.

You were walked to History class when you were stopped.

"Hey Y/N~"

"What do you want Jeff, I don't have time for your antics. Go bother your brother or something."

"That isn't very nice Y/N, I thought you were nice," Jeff said, his smile making you shiver.

"I'm nice to people who aren't murderers."

Jeff rolled his eyes as you walked past him.

"Why don't we walk to class together? We're both going to history with Mr. Bill."

"Fuck off."

Before you could say anything, a knife was in the inside of your mouth, it dangerously close to cutting the skin of your cheek.

"We're walking to class, got it?"

You nodded before he took it out, licking the saliva and blood that got on the knife, making you cringe.

The walk to class was silent, you didn't look at Jeff while Jeff stared at you.

"You two are awfully late," Mr. Bill said.

"Sorry teach, got lost on the way," Jeff said, before sitting down.

You sat down as you mindlessly listened to Mr. Bill's lecture. At the end of the day you were at your locker getting your stuff. You planned on going to the school's dealer, Ben Drowned. You needed a new computer and he could give it to you for a fair price, and you got what he needed.

You walked to the janitor's closet and opened the large vent in the wall before going in. It was dusty but it was worth it. You opened the vent and you instantly got the smell of weed.

"Another costumer!" Ben said, looking up to see you looking down.

You saw the stranger from earlier in the corner and Jeff smoking a joint on a couch.

"You took the long way, but that's fine, get your ass in here," Ben said as you jumped down.

"Where's my computer, I got what you want."

"No need to be so hasty, I have it, but I want to make sure I'm not getting scammed, show it."

You groaned as you reached into your backpack and pulled out a Mario Kart game. Ben snatched it before giving you your computer.

"Finally! Pleasure doing business with you Y/N."

"Yeah yeah whatever you say Elf Boy."

"Hey, why don't you stay for a bit!" Ben claimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, despite him being shorter than you.

"I'm good. I need to get ready for a party."

"You're going to the party too? Well, you have time! Relax a bit..."

Ben shoved you into a bean bag chair before he sat on his spinning chair, the stranger from earlier being next to you.

"Uh... nice seeing you again," You said awkwardly.

"I'm EJ by the way. I already know your Y/N so I don't care sharing my name."

"I didn't expect you to be down here. I thought you'd be at home."

"Had nothing better to do, so I'm here," EJ said shrugging.

"EJ try some! It ain't the bad," Jeff whined from across the room.

"No."

An hour passed and you decided it was time to go. You left through one of the vents and walked home. You couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you. Looking around, you didn't see no one besides the few people on their porches.

Unlocking the door of your house, you walked in and saw you mother standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and her face held in a scowl.

"Where have you been for the past 2 hours?!"

"I need help with my bio homework mom, it's not a big deal."

"For 2 hours?!"

"Yes. It was 10 pages ma."

"Well, call or text me next time. You had me worried something bad happened to you!"

"Oh yeah mom, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"I was invited to a party and-"

"No."

"But mom it's my first-"

"No no no! I know how kids your age are. Running off, doing drugs and alcohol, having sex and throwing yourself around. Not in my house! Nope! What if you get hurt, what if you get drugged, you never no! And don't get me started on those friends of yours."

"Enough mom... I get it."

"Good."

You went upstairs and lied down for a bit. Scrolling on your phone and before you knew it, it was 8PM. You heard a loud honk and you looked out your window, and you saw Tim staring at you window.

"Get your ass down here!" Tim yelled, Toby's body hanging out from the window, a blush on his face.

"Hey Y/N~" Toby drunkenly said, a goofy grin on his face.

"My mom said can't go!"

"Who cares! Get down here!" Tim said.

"I'm being serious Tim, I'm not sneaking out. What will my mom do if she's me noting my room?"

"Do we look like we care. Come down!"

You sighed before walking back into your room. You changed into a hoodie and jeans before climbing out your window.

You hopped into the car and Toby hugged you, giggling about how much he hates you.

"Is he drunk?" You asked, pointing to Toby.

"Yeah. He was having flashbacks and decided to chug a bottle of whiskey. It helped him and he stopped trying to jump out the window," Brian said in a tired voice.

"I hate you so~ much Y/N... I just wanna fuck you to death..." Toby said, trying to kiss you.

"ok..!"

"Is he always like this drunk?" You asked, pushing Toby away.

"He's not even that drunk. He knows what he's doing. And no, he's more violent when drunk," Tim said, lighting a cigarette while he drove.

After 10 minutes you guys arrived at LJ's house. You could hear the music from the house, and you knew there was a party before two girls were making out on top of a car.

"Y/N~ You won't leave me.... Right?" Toby asked, his head buried in your chest.

You didn't respond, all you did was get out of the car, Toby following after you. Tim slammed opened the door and you guys were greeted by loud music, lights flashing everywhere and drunk teenagers.

You looked around and saw people dancing, people doing drinking contest and some people going upstairs to do Lord knows what.

"You look terrified," Brian said, a smirk on his face.

"Me?! Terrified no. It's just. It's not something I'm used to."

"Probably because you have no friends and don't go to actual parties," Tim said, walking off to the bar.

You just let out a sigh while you watched Brian follow Tim and Toby run off somewhere. Standing in the middle of the crowd you were kinda lost. You kinda just watched dance circles and the drinking contest.

"Hello dear customer of mine~"

Next thing you knew you felt someone wrap their arm around your shoulder.

"Hey Ben. What do you want?"

"Nothing nothing no need to be so hostile noobie. It's just, you look so lost and out of place, someone is gonna take advantage of that."

"No I don't!"

"Take a shot then," Ben said, handing you shot.

"No I don't drink."

"See! Fresh meat. You better start getting into the swing of things before LJ finds you, Lord knows what he'll do to you."

Ben laughed while he walked off, disappearing into the crowd of people. You found Tobg drinking his problems away at another bar station.

"You're a pig Tobias," A with a clock eye said, a look of disgust on her face.

"Shut *FUCK* up Natalie," Toby said, slurring his words while the woman named Natalie rolled her eye.

"Why aren't you with Tim and Brian?"

"Because Tim and Brian can suck my dick! They're nothing but dicks to me, luckily we brought some cutie with us so at least I'm not the only one facing their shit."

"So you brought another victim with you?"

"They're not just another victim Natalie! I really like them, I think they'll last long."

"You disgust me Tobias."

"The feelings mutual Natalie," Toby said, before taking another shot.

You sat down at the bar next to Toby and asked the bartender if they had any soda. Toby already looked wasted and distracted arguing and talking to Natalie so it should've been quick. When you grabbed your soda Toby grabbed you and held you close.

"This is the cutie we brought with us!"

You looked at Natalie and she didn't look amused at all.

"Let the poor girl/boy enjoy the party without your presence."

"Ugh, whatever. Go make some friends doll~" Toby said, before kicking you away.

You ran off into the crowd, wanting to get as far away from the party as possible. You were planning on hiding in the bathroom before you were stopped by the one man you didn't want to see.

"My my my! Do my eyes deceive me?!"

Laughing fucking Jack was hanging from the ceiling right Infront of you.

"LJ..."

"My, I don't recall inviting you, Y/N. So what are you, doing here?" LJ said with a sinister smirk on his face, his claw like finger booping you nose.

"Oh! You must be the Proxies plus one! They always had an eye on you," LJ said, jumping down and picking you up.

"Why don't we spend some time together. I wanna see if all the good things the Proxies talk about are true~"

You looked at him panicked spitting in his face and jumping out of his arms. Running up the stairs and into a random room. You locked the door and stunk to the floor. Tears falling from your eyes.

"Why why why did I come here..." You thought, before you realized the odd smell in the room.

Rubbing the tears away from your eyes, you looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. You saw Ben, EJ and Jeff smoking weed with porn playing on the TV.

"Welcome! Want some?" Ben asked giggling.

"No. I just, needed to get away," You said.

"Were you crying?" EJ asked, his mask on the floor and his head tilted to the side as he blew a puff of smoke with a smile.

You looked away and buried your head into your knees, wanting them to just go away. EJ took the joint out of his mouth before his long black tentacles came out of his mouth and wrapped around you.

"W-What the... Hey, let me go!" You yelled, pulling away.

The tentacles pulled you towards EJ and into his lap. His tentacles retreated back into his mouth before he wrapped his arms around you.

"You're soft EJ," Jeff said.

"That's why people like me, Jeff," EJ said, glaring at him.

Jeff rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the TV. Ben was doing something on his computer, something that seemed to have him bothered by the look on his face.

"What's wrong?" EJ asked as you cried into his hoodie.

"I-I wanna go home... LJ, or Toby or Brian or Tim are going to hurt me, I know one of them will. LJ knows I'm here. He wants to hurt me... I can see it in his eyes."

EJ just rubbed your back and tried to calm you down. Suddenly, a banging was coming from the door.

"I know you're in there! You can't escape the circus doll," LJ yelled from behind the door, his clown like laughter sending chills down your spine.

Ben slammed his computer shut with his eye twitching.

"LJ GO FIND ANOTHER WHORE TO BOTHER BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE BITCH CRY I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

EJ and Jeff looked at Ben confused.

"Why are you so made?" EJ asked.

"I can't get into Nintendo's files for the new Mario kart game..."

EJ groaned and shook his head. LJ sneakered from behind the door.

"I'm sorry Ben. Did I push your buttons? I'll leave her alone. For now... Also Y/N, Masky is looking for you. Better come out before he gets upset."

All you did was hug EJ and not let go.

"Do you want to go yet?" EJ asked, you shaking your head.

"They needs to stop being a pussy and just go. You said you wanted to go home, and I'm not giving you a ride. So you either walk home or you're going to go to Masky," Ben said, before taking another puff of smoke.

You snuggled up closer to EJ before letting out a sigh. Your eyes slowly blinked before permanently closing. Suddenly, sirens could be heard from outside. Ben opened the window and saw 7 cop cars outside of LJ's house.

"THE COPS ARE HERE," Somebody from downstairs yelled.

"Welp, time to go," Ben said, before jumping out the window.

Jeff followed after, leaving EJ by himself. EJ set you down on the bed before running and jumping out the window.

"Where the hell are they..." Masky muttered, checking rooms to find where you were.

"Found them," Hoodie said, opening the door.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw Hoodie standing in front of you. You flinched and tried to get away but Hoodie slung you over his shoulder and ran out of the room.

"HANDS IN THE AIR," An officer said from below, a large group of teens on the ground with their hands up.

Toby snuck out through a window and got into the car. Using the key Tim gave him, he started the car and ran it right into the house, killing at least ten officers and 15 teens.

"GET IN!" Toby yelled, getting out of the driver's seat.

Hoodie threw you into the back seat, causing you to to hit you head on the door and blacking out. Masky got in the driver's and Toby made you sit up before getting in the back.

"They're knocked out cold," Toby said, hugging you unconscious body.

"Well we gotta get them home before we get in trouble," Hoodie said, getting a groan from Toby.

"Do we have to? Can't we just have one night with them? Boss never said we couldn't have some fun with our toy."

Hoodie looked at Masky who was going way over the speed limit.

"Fine, but after that they're going home," Masky said, before leading the car onto the road that lead to the forest.

A few hours later you woke up in your bed, your clothes were changed and you barley remembered what happened all of the last night. All you remember was that you were at some random house. Your body was sore and sticky, you didn't know why though.

"Y/N! Wake Up you're gonna be late for school!" Your mother said, catching your attention.

You finally fully work up and took at 5 minute shower before throwing on whatever clothes you could find. You grabbed your backpack and said bye to your mom before running to catch the bus. When you got on the bus, you saw EJ sitting in the back.

"Hey EJ," you said, sitting next to him.

"Hey."

You two both sat in silence. Kids were blasting music and talking while you two did your own thing. But when you got to school you were greeted by the Proxies.

"Hey Y/N~" Toby said, grabbing you.

"What do you guys want today?" You asked annoyed.

"We just wanted to know if you could hear fun at the party," Tim said.

"Party? What party?"

Brian and Tim looked at each other before Brian smirked.

"Well, you came to a party with us yesterday and you drank so much you threw up and blacked out in our car, and you did a line of crack," Brian said.

"You're lying," You said, glaring at him.

"I'm not, plus, I got photos."

You looked at Brian with suspicion as he pulled out him camera. Your eyes widened in horror as you saw picture of yourself snorting a line, drinking and throwing up. But you froze when you saw yourself on the floor of the woods, your clothes pretty much being ripped to shreds and white liquid dropping from your mouth.

"W-What," You said, your hands shaking as you dropped the camera, only for Brian to catch it.

"We won't share these photos if you behave, ok?" Brian said, grabbing your face and forcing you to face him.

"What did you do to me..." You asked, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

"There's more if you wanna see," Toby said.

"We did nothing sweet heart, just behave and we won't share them, ok?"

You just nodded before pushing him away and walking off, leaving them giggling as you held back tears. Why did you move to this school...

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