Creepypasta x Female Chubby Reader| ONE-SHOTS (18+)

Masky

"She might just be a self conscious girl."

"You weren't watching her 24/7- you frowning prick."

"You get to watch a pretty girl's every move- oh the hassle."

"Fuck off."

You could hear two voices. Voices that caused vibrations and vibrations that caused feeling. A terrible aching came crashing upon you- similar to when you have done exercise in the past.

Your eyes shot open. Your limbs were restricted. Plastic shackles squeezed your thicc wrists and ankles cutting off your circulation, and were tied to the metal arms of a metal chair. The metal was cold. You were in some form of a interrogation room. Unlike the movies it looked like shit. The floors were covered in blood stains and vomit stains.

"Tell me why we should keep her alive."

There were two figures across this room.

Under the dim light you could see they were both wearing yellow attire. One was wearing a hoodie and a frowning mask and the other a feminine mask and jacket. You could tell from their figures they were male. The hooded one had his arms crossed his chest.

"What is she worth to us?" he asked.

"She knows where it is."

The masked one snarled. The hooded one let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah- she also knows how to ease drop," he said aloud.

His head angled in your direction. The other mimicked that action and from beneath his pale mask his dark eyes pierced into your vulnerable form.

You then noticed the crowbar in his gloved hands. It speckled with red and looked rusty. Maybe you missed a beat in your heart or you let out a frightened sound.

Maybe you were dead silent.

He took a step forward. His movements were as continuous as water and you heard each step vibrate through the room.

He was now right before you and towered over you.

"Where's the box?" he asked. There was something in his tone that told you if you didn't answer him soon he'd lose it. Maybe you just kept looking at him, trying not to show your fear. Or maybe you tried to avert eye contact.

SLAM.

Sideways his crowbar collided under the armrests of your chair, pressing into your belly.

"Where is the fucking box?"

Maybe you screamed or maybe you stared at him wide eyed.

"She just woke up," said the other man, quickly approaching the two of you, "Give her a break- you already beat the shit out of her."

The masked guy looked back at him before looking back at you with twice the amount of fury.

"She. Knows. Where. Slender's. Box. Is."

"How can you be sure," the hooded guy said, now standing right by his side, "Besides the fact that your a know it all."

You felt the pressure of the crowbar leave your stomach and you saw it swing. You squeezed your eyes, thinking it was going to hit you but no. Instead it was aimed at the hooded guy.

"SAY THAT AGAIN."

His blow was dodged with ease. The hooded guy dodged it and laughed.

This made the masked guy angrier and caused him to swing again. He swung it so close that as it came back to his side the top nearly nicked your cheek. The frowning masked one (who was apparently snickering) had to duck, falling into a crouch. He swiftly sprang up, went around your metal chair and behind you and his gloved hands rested on your shoulders. He was using you as a shield.

The masked guy glowered at him.

You heard the hooded one's quiet chuckle and you felt his breath on your neck.

"According to Slender if she does know anything then she's useful," he said.

The fingers released your shoulders and he walked around your chair to a nearby door. A exit.

"If she doesn't...."

He turned, walking backward to the door and made a gun to the head gesture- a gesture of blowing out someone's brains.

"Get out of here," snarled the masked one, not looking back at him. You could see the rage wanting to explode from beneath his mask.

The hooded one laughed, his voice bouncing off the walls. You heard his snickers even as the door closed behind him. There was silence.

Maybe you felt like crying or you felt numb.

Would you die?

The masked man fingered his crowbar before his eyes looked at you through his mask holes.

"You need to tell me."

His stare was so intense.

Okay. Okay.

He wanted to know where a box was. Slender's box. Maybe you've heard of the Slender folktale. Or maybe you haven't. Either way this caused you to feel distressed. Where would you find a box?

Clatter.

The masked guy dropped his crowbar.

He reached and his gloved hands- rested on the sides of your arm rests, brushing your chubby arms. The masked guy leaned forward. Maybe out of instinct you tried to lean back- but you couldn't.

He kept looking at you. His breath managed to escape his mask and touch your face.

"Can't you take a hint, princess."

You could see his eyes were filled with irritation but also a slight nervous look.

"You need to pretend you know where that box is. Unless you want to die."

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There will be a sequel.