Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader

Ch23

Masky and I sat across from the lit fire, he stairs deeply into the flames, brows furrowed, his expression serious and dead. For a while now I've seen a change in his demeanor, he looks as though he could cry, faint, or randomly begin screaming out loud.

"I know you are not fully on board with us, that is what I want to talk about"

So he noticed, well it was obvious, I have my own personal goals and had no intentions of playing friends, I seemed to have begun to forget my intentions after hanging around these guys, they make for a good distraction indeed.

"Listen to me when I say, you are either with us or against us in this. We have to much on are plates right now to babysit you..." he sighs loudly, running a hand threw his dark locks, his exhausted gaze moved to the white mask that sat beside him on the log.

"...I'm honestly unsure on how to threaten you into helping us, you have no friends, no family, no longer owns real estate..." his eyes flick over to me "and you don't care about your life"

All I could do was smile at him, under normal circumstances he doesn't seem the type to have an emotional conversation, I assume the lack of sleep and overall weight on his shoulders have given him no other option. I am a difficult person, I've been told that to many times to count, I don't help people unless it benefits me, I find it irrational to cause a disturbance that could hinder me, but that does not mean I have not.

My Luck.

It causes loathing from those without.

Left my friends after being excepted into University out of state, left my house because it didn't feel like home.

Killed my mom because she was so jealous of my accomplishments.

I blink my eyes and return my attention to Masky, he was still watching me, trying to understand what's in my head.

"You aren't the best... just like the boss said. but you are able, and able is what we need"

He almost stumbled as he stood from the log, taking unsteady steps until he stopped before me.

"I know we are not good people. I know this was completely unexpected and out of the blue. I know you don't have a reason to do so but..."

He took my hands in his, my breath hitched for a moment as he brought his forehead to my lap.

"Please...help us"

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1.0, Note

Is it a lie?

The urge to find what cannot be found.

Is it an illusion?

What cannot be found may not exist.

How do you know what you are missing when you never had it in the beginning?

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Thanks for 3K readers, the number shot us fast.

My question for this as readers, who would you like to interact with?

either one of the proxies or someone who has not been mentioned yet.

No character in this book is set in stone so feel free to mention a name of who you would like to see further in the story.

sorry for the short chapter, have a nice day