Pew Pew [✩Sniper mask x reader ✩]

Snip Snip

I woke up, sprawled on the concrete of the terrace.

Groaning, I sat up. The mask was on the ground, shattered. I had a splitting headache. I must have hit my head when I fell unconscious.

Dammit. They should put instructions in the box. What if I had tipped over the railing? I would’ve been dead.

I shivered. The fact that the only thing between me and death was the fact that I had fallen backwards instead of forwards over the railing gave me a sense of dread like no other.

I used the railing to hoist myself onto my feet, my vison blurry. I squinted a few times, trying to let everything come into focus.

Crunch.

I looked down at the railing, cocking my head. I lifted my hand slowly, eyes widening. The railing where my hand had been was crushed like a soda can. I stepped back, looking at my hands in wonder.

“Agh!” I fell to my knees, hands over my ears. It was so…loud? I could hear everything, even with my ears closed off. The hum of the generator on the rooftop. The chirping of the birds perched on the building in front of me. The slight rustle of the bug that crawled into the dirt from the potted plant ne next to me.

“What the hell?” my voice boomed in my ears, and I clenched my teeth in pain. Breathing heavily, I looked around. I could see everything in such detail. The smallest cracks in the concrete where I was kneeling. The different shades and hues of the dirt. I closed my eyes, hands over my ears, and sat there, trying to get my breathing under control.

Is this what the mask meant by installing some programs? How is this even possible? Am I even human anymore? Is this what is feels like to be a mask, er, an angel? What-

What was that.

I took my hands off my ears, listening. A soft, quiet, almost soundless breathing. I whipped my head up. Above me, a mask holding a pair of scissors. He was hanging off the railing of the floor above. I cringed as the metal of the scissors scraped together as he slowly opened and closed them.

I leapt out of the way as he jumped off the rail, swinging his body and landing onto the concrete with a thud.

Fuck.

He came at me, quick, scissors raised. I darted under his arm, barley dodging the sharp metal, earning me a scratch on my cheek, which stung like hell. It’s always the tiny ones that hurt the most.

Wait. How am I even still alive? I could barely outrun the last one. Am I… matching his speed?

I smiled, feeling more confident. Still scared shitless, but maybe I had a chance.

I brought up my hands. I never learned how to fight, but suddenly it was if I had been taught my whole life. I lunged at him, bringing my fist up.

I missed.

My hand shot right past him. my body was not used to the speed in which I was going. Essentially it was to quick for my brain to process, so I punched much farther to the right than I had intended.
He slashed my side open, like someone cutting wrapping paper. I stumbled, hugging my arm across my body to stop the bleeding. The twist from my misplaced punch had caused the scissors to go slightly off their course, so the cut wasn’t as deep as it could have been, but it could still kill me.

“WHAT THE FUCK” I screamed in pain. There was so much blood. It was running through my hand, staining my shirt and my pants. My head was starting to feel dizzy.

“BITCH” I yelled. I limped forward, as the scissors mask ran at me. I threw back my arm that I wasn’t using to staunch the bleeding and punched with all my might. My fist connected with his throat, and the impact caused him to fall back.

Blood seeped out of his mask, threw the mouth and onto his chest. He backed up onto the railing and fell off.

I raised my arm lazily in victory. I was so tired. I limped over to the chair on the terrace, and sat down in it. I ripped off my shirt, thankful for the tank top underneath. It wasn’t big enough to tie around me fully, so I folded it. I took out the drawstring from my cargo pants and tied it around my waist, holding the shirt in place on my side.

I swear if I die from being cut by scissors…

“Ow. Ow.” I hissed in pain as I sat up. I knew there were proper bandages in the backpack. The one I had left with sniper.

I’m so fucking stupid.

I stood up shakily, grabbing onto the railing, and I dragged myself back into the room, and into the hallway. My hand smearing the wall in blood as I used it to hold myself steady. I got to the first staircase.

“oh my god. I’m so far away.” I stood there, looking up the staircase. I was exhausted. I felt like crying. I just wanted to sit down. And never get up.

I put my foot onto the first step, sighing, tears pricking my eyes.

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I opened the door to sniper’s room. it took me two hours to climb the staircase. I had started crying by the time I went up the third one, and hadn’t stopped.

The shirt was almost completely soaked with my blood. My head felt dizzy, and my legs felt like lead. If I had encountered another mask, I would have been dead. I wobbled towards the bed and collapsed into a chair next to him, yelping in pain as the wound shifted.

“fuck” I whispered. I didn’t have the energy for anything more. I blinked. Information that wasn’t in my head before now flowed freely through it. how to help sniper.

Ok. I need to bring him out of hibernation.

I brought my hand up and laid it onto the forehead of the mask, closing my eyes.

A/N:

Hi everyone!! Sorry the update was a bit slow. Ahh this is so exciting writing a fanfiction! Thank you for all the comments i love reading them! Im writing this within the plotline of the anime/manga yet at the same time im not so i just wanted to clarify. I hope everyone is having a good day. Drink some water. Eat some good food. Watch a thousand edits of nanami kento (that last one is specific to me but whatever he's hot.)
Thanks for reading!