"What happened to you?" Yandere Masky and Hoodie {MH} X Reader

Prologue

{Prologue}

What the fuck just happened. What the actual fuck! I look down at the camera in my shaking hands, and watch the video I just shot. There he is stalking me in the distance I heard him before I saw him. At lease I think it was a him, I don't know that voice I heard saying "Run.....Run little birdie" Sounded almost robotic. Not human in the least, I watch the video in horror. It was watching me for 10 minutes before I noticed it. Then I see it on the video, the bloody pipe in its left hand. Then the thing is running at me full speed. My scream cuts through the silence, and the footsteps behind me are fast. I force my legs to move, they start to cramp. Theres a rock I didn't see, I thought I tripped on nothing. it almost seems as if it was placed there to make me trip. I stumble and fall on my knees, I shoot up like a wild rabbit. Thats how I feel I feel like pray being hunted. I re-gain my footing and am off again. It's footsteps are right behind me. Then its over just like that I'm out of the woods. I sit on the ground and cry, I need to see somebody........anybody and show them this video. This has to be the thing that has been stalking me. It has to be there is no way it isn't "I need to call Tim he will know what to do." Dialing Tim, cell

"Hey {Y/N} what's up, how did the shooting go." I sniffle trying to calm myself. "Tim I need to see you now, like right now." I'm still breathing hard I know he can hear it, and the panic in my voice. "Please don't tell me it's about this 'Stalker' you have. I told you its probably just some sick joke by a friend or something." He sounds annoyed, like pissed that I called him. I don't know what happened to him in the past few years but now he is just off. Not the fun loving Timothy I know I loved, but don't you dare call him Timothy it's Tim, pretty sure he would kill me if I called him that. "Tim I just got chased out of the fucking forest. By some fucking weirdo, he had a fucking pipe Tim, a bloody fucking pipe." I started to cry, I can't help it with whatever had happened over the last 2 years to my friend group was still taking it's toll on me. When we started school we all had a bright future, and smiles on our faces. But now I don't know my friends now, they all have secrets they hide. I once knew everything about them. Now I feel so lost, "Tim please, I have video proof you have got to believe me. You have to." I hate begging it makes me feel weak, "Okay okay, come over to my apartment and show me the video." A small smile forms on my quivering lips. "Okay, I'll be there in a few." with that he ends the call, I run to my car and peel out of the parking lot where I parked it. I'm over at Tim's in just 4 minutes, he opens the door. His eyes go wide at the sight of me, I must have looked like hell. He pulls me in for a hug. "Hun, are you okay? I didn't believe you at first but seeing you, there is no way you are faking this." He leads me to his couch and we watch the video together in silence. He looks over at me, and hugs me like he used to, like if he lets go I'm going to disappear on him. "Oh my god, {Y/N} are you okay? Holy fuck." He holds me and I sob into his shoulder, I cry tell the tears won't come anymore. We stay there like that for hours. Eventually he puts on a movie and I drift in the a peaceful sleep. I would be lying if I said I have been sleeping well recently

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I wake up in a bed that is not my own, the sheets are red. Like Tims favorite flannel, that's when it hits me I must have fallen asleep at Tim's apartment. That adrenaline dump knocked me the fuck out. I get up and stretch my sore muscles, and go to find Tim. he is standing on his balcony smoking. "Hey Tim can I steal one of those?" He jumps, my voice is ruff from all the crying yesterday. "You still smoke, you are like what 12?" I punch his arm, "You know damn well I'm 19 fucker." He hands me one and we stand there in silence smoking like the good old times. He slips a note into my hand. He used to do it all the time. They where usually notes saying I owed him money or some shit. Sometimes they where sweet notes. "I can't wait to hug you when this is over"