Succumbed - [ Masky x Reader ]

Author's Note

Hey everyone, so I'm back! It's been a while but I'm back to writing again. I fell out of love with creepypasta/marble hornets for a while because I had a lot going on in my personal life so I just stopped participating in the fandom, but I'm back with some new ideas that I really hope you enjoy!

(If you want to know about the progress of my other stories I will talk about them at the end of this AN)

A couple things before this fanfic begins:

- This fanfic is written using She/Her pronouns and referring to female anatomy. If you would like a gender neutral book in the future I would be more than happy to think of some ideas

- this story happens in the AU where the pastas are in the mansion. I know it's outdated but it's fun

- proxies will be referred to as servants (idk I just like that better since Tim and Brian, aren't actually proxies)

- speaking of Tim and Brian, I'm aware they're not creepypastas, however I wanted to create some interactions with the pastas and the reader so the creeps are gonna be in this story 

- this story won't be super fuffy or the the kind that's like "Toby likes waffles" or "masky and hoodie like cheese cake". None of that shit. It's not gonna be horrifically dark but there will be dark elements. I'm going for like a Jennifer's body type of vibe lmao

- Lastly there will be gore, cursing and a lot of sexual content so if you're under 18 please be gone children! (There will be a TW at the beginning of each chapter if there is explicit content)

So with that said I hope you enjoy and any feed back is much appreciated! - Mar

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Progress Updates

What It Means To Live:
For the most part I consider this story discontinued as I wrote it over two years ago now and my writing style has changed but if you would like to see it continued I may consider rewriting it. Story has been deleted off Wattpad and will only be accessible on quotev

Creepypasta x Reader (lemons/smut):
I might start updating this again for fun if I have any good ideas lol