Fear- (tim wright) masky x reader

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I dont know what to do.

Tim :)  has blocked your contact

Why? I mean I know why, I'm disgusting, a monster with my own mother's blood on my hands. I would block me to.. if I could.

I let out a small sad sigh and place my phone back in my pocket, working way way to the trail through the dense trees and bushes.

The trail is dirtier than usual, probably because it most likely hasn't been used in a few days, even a single day could cause it to get full of leaves and twigs, not many living things come through here especially humans.

As I walk I glance around, noticing things I hadn't before, I was always focused on Tim.

Looking around I see that the tops of the trees face towards the water tower nearby, and some face towards the sun. The birds like to sit up towards the top, making the trees almost look black on the ends. That's pretty interesting.

As I trudge along, the tunnel comes into view, the lights are on, why?

Please dont be here Tim, I have nowhere else to go..

I lighten my steps and slowly stalk closer to the tunnel. As I reach close enough to sneak around, I hear faint whimpering coming from inside the tunnel, it sounds like a man.

I sit for a moment and can faintly hear the man mumbling incoherent words to himself or to someone else occupying the tunnel. I slowly and as quietly as I could, slip closer to the opening so I could glance inside and see who was crying.

I stand still near the entrance, hidden by bushes. I could hear the person walking around, light and random banging sounds emit. Hes hitting the metal walls.

The sudden noise startles me and I gasp. I cover my mouth and sink lower into the bushes, covering my entire body from view.

"Hello?" A raspy and strained voice rings out.

Its tim! But why is he crying and hitting things? Is he mad? Light footsteps head towards the entrance and I can faintly see tim peeking out and glancing around, passing over my hiding spot. I stare at him. His face is slightly pale and his eyes are bloodshot and a little red around them. Hes been crying.

His hair is a mess and his stubble isnt shaved like he loves. His sideburns are unkempt and messy, almost nonexistent.

It feels like I havent seen him in months even though it's only been a day since I've last seen him.

My eyes water at the sight of this, I did this to him. This is all my fault. If i had just been more resistant towards my feelings, if only I held control for a little longer till she left the rooms and finished throwing things at me and got bored of yelling.

If this was ment for me..why does it hurt so much?

Why did i do this? He hates me and I'm alone, he even blocked me. Now its obvious that he wants nothing to do with me, not at all, nothing.

"Fucking animals," he angrily scoffs.

I let out an almost silent sob. For a second I think it catches his attention but he just walks back inside the tunnel silently. I hear a few more things clash and crash around and now theres yelling, "fuck I need to leave, just go!"

He slams something down and it shatters. My heart drops and so does my jaw.

He didnt.. he couldnt have. He wouldn't, right?

"Tim! I made something for you!"

"Huh what is it? Show me." He reaches his hand out and makes the 'give' motion with his fingers.

I plant a glass bird into his hand, "I made it because you remind me of a bird, stealthy, free, and agile"

He smiles at this, "thank you, I'll cherish this forever"

His smile wavers and he looks at me with partially widen eyes. "I dont have anything for you though.."

"Oh its okay. I just felt like making this for you and you didnt know so I dont want anything back" I smile towards him, waving my hand slightly.

"Alright, thank you, y/n" he grins, standing up and placing it on a small round table near the t.v.

My face resides in shock a small gasp emits from the tunnel, "fuck! Why did you have to give me this shit!" another slam, " I cant believe you did that, y/n," his voice wavers, "why did it have to turn out like this, I wasnt done with you, goddamnit i cant take this anymore"

Rough and loud sobs emit from the old tunnel, my chest tightens and I quietly cry, trying to be as silent as possible not wanting to get caught.

I'm so sorry

I hear loud footsteps heading towards the entrance and tim appears directly in front of me, not seeming to spot me yet although I'm directly infront of his face. He reaches down and I stiffen but he pulls a mask out of the Bush that I had failed to notice before.

He turns around abruptly and stomps off and begins running into the forest, just like he always did, but this time, I dont want him to leave. I want to hop out and hug him, apologize for everything I did to him.

I wait until he is out of view and I'm unable to hear his heavy footsteps or his breath before I step inside the tunnel.

It's a complete disaster, the small tables are turned over. the t.v. is laying on the ground, hopefully not broken. The chair that I used while occupying the tunnel with him has a rip in the cushion. The mini fridge is knocked over but looks like it's not broken. I glance around for the glass bird that I gave him. It lies on the floor, shattered.

My chest aches at the sight of it, "I cant believe..you"

I let out a sigh, refusing to let this get to me again. It's just glass, nothing more, it doesnt matter.

I begin to try and straighten the place up.i pick up the tables and place them back in their place near the TV. I cant do anything about the chair but I can still sit in it with no problems. I pick up the mini fridge and make sure the drinks and snacks arent spoiled.

I then realize that I am absolutely 'starving'. My stomach cries out for food but I need to finish cleaning before I begin eating.

Walking over to the glass pile, I pick the pieces up, not minding if it scratches my skin. I place them on one of the small tables. I glance around and feel somewhat satisfied with my work.

Finally clean. I walk back to the mini fridge and pull a cold bag of skittles of if it, guilt rushes over me.

This is his favorite snack.

I shove the bag back into the fridge and pull out a small bag of cheetos, I'll just have this.

I walk back to my chair and settle down, very glad the t.v wasnt broken in Tim's rage earlier. I flick the remote into my hand and click to the news channel.

-oday's news, an elderly man driving a midnight blue truck crashes into a river. Losing control after hitting a deer on his way home. Authorities say he died at impact of the airbag. We have reached out to his family and wish them the best, in other news..

What.

Are you kidding me?