Pew Pew [✩Sniper mask x reader ✩]

Hot and bothered

I sat there, on the cold, hard rooftop, staring at the unconscious mask that lay in front of me. After crying my eyes out about Mr. Yamato, I poked the sniper mask's unmoving, seemingly lifeless body with my gun. Turns out he was just knocked out. 

I wasn't about to stick around, but just as I was leaving, he started mumbling in his sleep. I wanted answers, so I decided to stay until he woke up. I figured if he could talk In his sleep, he could somehow tell me what I wanted to know.

After 20 minutes of doing nothing, I got tired of waiting and was paranoid about other masks coming to kill me, so I kicked him. As hard as I could. In the ribs. He deserved it, anyway.

"OW" he yelled, clutching his leg as he sat up. he jumped to his feet in a defensive stance, and reached for the gun he didn't have. I held it out in front of him.

"Looking for this?" I said. I held up his rifle.

"Wha-" he said. He clutched his head, and groaned. Green electricity shot out of his mask, and he fell to his knees.

"I still have this fucking mask on," he muttered, and yanked on it. He cried out in pain as more electricity poured out. i bit my lip. Some part of me wanted to help him, but I stood motionless. For all I knew this could be an act.

"Wait. Stop. Im not sure you can take it off" I said.

"Oh wow, really? Thank you for that most helpful observation" he said. I could feel him sneering at me, even though all I saw was the happy, smiling face of the mask.

"hey, hey. Maybe you shouldn't be a huge asshole to the person with the gun" I said, cocking it. 

He sighed.

"You do have a point, I suppose."

"Now," I said, walking closer to him, pointing the gun at his head. "Tell me everything you know"

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"So, the mask was controlling you? Were you conscious during any of it?"  i asked. i was sat cross legged on the cold rooftop, drilling him with any question that came to my mind. i needed to know everything he knew. 

"Yes, the mask was controlling me. It was if I was watching myself from outside of my own body. I couldn't stop anything I was doing, but I knew I was doing it."

"Why the hell did you put it on?"

"I don't know. I can't remember anything past seeing the code for the first time. I don't even know my name, I don't even know how I got here." He paused and reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes.

"You want one?" he offered. I waved my hand dismissively.

"I don't smoke," I said. He shrugged, and lit it, leaning against the wall of the box vent.

Fuck he's hot.

I shook my head aggressively, clearing the thought away. What the hell was I on? I'm trying to-

"Hey! Girl" he said. He snapped his finger in my face. "What are you doing, daydreaming or something?"

"among other things," I said under my breath. "What?"

"I asked you what your game plan is. You know, what you're going to do? The core of the operation? The butter to your biscuits? The-"

"I'm not stupid, I know what that means." I pushed his hand out of my face. "I, uh, hadn't really thought that far ahead yet."

"Oh. I see." He said. He grabbed his rifle and slung it over his shoulder.

When did he grab that?

"Stay safe, I guess," he said. He put out his cigarette, and turned, walking towards one of the rope bridges.

"Wait? What? Where are you going?" I said, following him. He turned his head slightly over his shoulder.

"Well, I'm going to that building," He said, pointing out towards a tall, blue building off into the distance. It was so high, it went into the clouds. The spire was incredible, and if it was clearly visible from where we were at, it must've been massive up close.

"But shouldn't we-"

He stopped.

"There is no we, darling. There is an I, and then there is a you. I appreciate your help in regaining control over my body, even if you did mean to just kill me, but I don't need a liability that could someday in the future get me killed."  He straightened his fedora.

"Tch. I mean, I am the one who shot you, knocked you unconscious, and stole your weapon. Also, my name is not darling, it's y/n."

"I mean, it's not like you kept my gun very long, might I remind you, darling." He patted the weapon on his shoulder.

"Well, anyway. I think we should stick together, in any case. Yeah, I could be a liability, but I might just end up saving your life." 

Not my soundest argument, but It would have to do. He cocked his head, thinking.

"Hmm. I can't be leaving a girl to defend herself out in the open now, could I." I bit my cheek. I needed someone else's help if I was going to survive in this world. I needed an ally. What made him say yes?

"Fine," I said, begrudgingly, walking behind him.

"Let's go! Team Cool Guy with a Gun, march!"

Sniper mask's POV:

Fuckin' hell. Why did I agree to form a party with her? I meant what I said about the liability. why did I say yes? I wouldn't call myself one to make such rash decisions. Dammit. This is gonna be one big shit show.