Sniper Mask x Male Reader

Eight

y/n = your name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye colour
s/c = skin colour
f/f = favourite food

With the intention to leave you snuck out of the room and sighed when you finally were alone.
These people were a handful, Kuon being the most annoying and strangest of the four.
Sniper Mask was probably the most enjoyable companion you ever had, even though you weren't really travelling with him.
He was calm and quiet, your favourite attributes of a person.
Sighing you lit a cigarette and took a deep breath of it.
You stared intensely at your lighter and smoked in peace.
After finishing your cigarette you rolled up your sleeves and pressed the mildly burning part of the cigarette on your skin.
With a hiss you put out the cancer stick and looked at the red burn you just inflicted on yourself.
After you threw the cigarette onto the ground you rolled down your sleeve and grabbed your sniper which you leaned on the wall.
Without a glance back you let the room complex behind, sneaking off into the morning light.
You thought about everything in this strange realm, how you got there, what your purpose was and last of all, how you would get out of there. You wanted to leave, no doubt, but you couldn't just leave Sniper Mask behind. You had a feeling that you would regret it. There is just something about him that feels familiar. And you hated it.
Lightly humming to 'Custer' by Slipknot, you made your way over the rooftops and buildings, trying to get near to the tall building and at the same time trying to put space between you and the group.
But there was a nagging feeling in your stomach, that told you, that it wouldn't take too long for the group to catch up and eventually run into you.

A few days later, the watch on your wrist read 04:36am, way too early to be awake. But there was you, standing on top of a building, smoking the last weed you had. it wasn't much, only enough for two joints, but enough to get you completely buzzed.
your sunglasses were off, showing your unique eyes to the world.
"It smells like weed, you know?" a familiar voice said.
"I suppose so." you answered, not thinking that anyone in this realm could have recognised the unique smell of the drug.
"You want a drag?" you offered the person.
"Sure, thank you, y/n."
"You're welcome, pretty boy." you replied without thinking who the person was.
An undeniable hot person, you must admit. But your brain was buzzed out, so thinking wasn't on your to-do list at that moment.
the other person simply smiled behind the white mask and took a drag of the drug, letting it intoxicate his mind.
You two smoked in comfortable silence, enjoying the drug and view of the tall buildings around you.
it was a misery that you were trapped there, you wanted a good kill. a good job, a good kill.
or maybe a good fuck, yes, that sounded good.
your pupils were dilated as you looked at the mask, recognising the outfit.
„y/n, you have such pretty eyes~" he said, being blasted off to another dimension.
„thank you, handsome" you answered.
you were feeling something.
an easily recognisable feeling. the nagging feeling of lust, that doesn't simply appear or disappear.
calmly, you lit your second and last joint, inhaling deeply.
you smiled wildly as you leaned forwards, nearly falling of the rooftop if sniper mask wouldn't have caught you.
you leaned back into the mysterious man you dreamt about since you first met him, and sneakily inhaled his scent.
cigarette, gunpowder and a faint smell of his cologne.
he smelled good, and it aroused you. you wanted more of it.
but the arousal left as quick as it came.
you got out of his embrace and walked to the edge, sitting down and dangling your feet.
„you know the band Hollywood Undead?" you asked with a grin.
„no."
„okay. my legs are dangling off the edge" you sing-sang and laughed.
'a bottle full of pills didn't work again' you sang in your head.
'a bullet in my head and i'm gone, gone, gone, gone'
you looked down and sighed dreamily at barely making out the ground.
getting lost in your thoughts you remembers everything you had done in the past. all the murders, arsons, thefts. you are a criminal. nothing can change that. you've always been one, you don't know something else than always being on the run from cops, the fbi and various other organisations.
some came pretty close to catching you a few years back.
that was a fun event as you remember.
you were only 20 and you were undercover but that's a story for another time, no?
well, you sat on the edge, silently humming a song while looking into the wonderful night.
the high slowly rode off and you were back to your shut out, introverted self.
sighing you stood up, put back on your sunglasses and turned to the mask.
„i'll disappear now. i got things to do."
he looked at you and nodded.
and with a salute, you were gone.
you disappeared into the air and made your way to god knows where. killing masks here and there.
and nobody ever saw you again.
that's what they say.
or at least try to.
somehow you always ran into them from time to time. saving their asses here and there. but it's your life. you can't change it.

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