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

Chapter 17 : Oh Boy

{TW: this chapter will have graphic depictions of violence, assault, and other very unpleasant topics.}

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By the time we well done with him, he will be completely unrecognizable "After this I think we have someone to wish a happy birthday too."

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Chapter 17 : Oh Boy

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{Maskiy's Pov}

I want to break him, keep him tell he begs for death and maybe grant that wish. I want to make him tell {Y/N} what he did. "Oh come on now, I thought you were tough." I chuckle, he looks up from his lap. "F-Fuck you!" He manages to spit out. I grab his face with my gloved hand, "Come again Pretty boy," He wiggles in my grasp, squirming under my gaze. Like a fly caught in a spiders web. "I said fu-uck you!" I grab his jaw uncomfortably tight, and pop it out of place with a sick popping. Tears roll down his face and his jaw, his jaw hangs at a weird angle. Drool falls out of his mouth, and falls onto his blood soaked pants. He tried to scream talk anything, it comes out sounding mangled and weird. I'll fix it eventually, I just want to enjoy his pain. It makes me so happy, I know if I want to keep him alive I need to fix it and let him eat and drink. If I felling very nice I might let him shower and use the bathroom. I will only do that if he earns it like a good little boy. I walk out of the room and he yells after me. "Oh Pretty boy, I have no idea what you are saying I would save your energy if I were you." I walk out of the room, I love making him cry like the pussy he is.

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After about an hour I'm felling pretty bored so I go back in to fix his jaw, and beat the shit out of him. I walk in and he's asleep, I go up to him and grab his face and pop his jaw back into place. He wakes up with a scream, music to my ears. I crack my knocks and pop my neck. I lock the door so he can't get out, and untie him from the chair he has been tied to for hours. It is about 6 pm by the position of the sun. He gets up and hits me, I feel my mask crack. I growl, a deep demonic growl. I fix my masks position. I clench my fist, and swing at him, Boom. I landed a punch on his neck, he coughs, stumbles back, he trips over his feet. I launch myself at him, I push him to the ground. I punch him again and again and again, till his face is littered with blood cuts and bruises, he tries to fight back but can't. He's too weak, too frail. "You are a fucking pussy Dean." I get off him and he spits out blood and teeth. I connect him to the chain I have on the floor. The ankle shackle fits perfectly. I drop the chain to the floor, and it clinks on the ground. "You can't let me fucking die here." He yells after me, through the coughing and sobbing. "I can and I fucking will. You will never touch {Y/N} again, so I would just except that you are dying here." I walk out without another word. Now I have to find a way to wish {Y/N} a happy birthday and give her a gift. I'll wait for Hoodie to come back and help me plan, I wait for two hours for him to get home from watching {Y/N}.

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{Hoodie's POV}

I've been watching her, keeping tabs. Staying just far enough behind her, so she can't see me. The plan is to keep an eye on her, and make sure she stays safe. By the time she makes it to her apartment it's time for me to head home to Dean and Masky. The walk isn't too bad but it's not great at the same time. With this weather and the wind whipping bitterly at my exposed skin, because of that I'm moving faster than I would normally be at this time of day. there really is no use to move fast when nobody is out and about. Tim kept the car today in case he needed to run around.

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I make it home within a 30 minutes, I see Tim sitting on the couch his mask just above he's mouth. I see the crack in his mask just below the left eye, it extend to the left edge of the mask. "What the fuck happened?" He smirks the cigarette he has lit dangles between his lips. The ash threatening to fall into his lap, and the floor. He takes it from between his lips and flicks the ash away into the near by ash tray. He leans his head over the back of the couch before he speak to look at me directly. "That little Bitch in there has some fight in him," His smirk gets bigger when he calls Dean a bitch. "Now the problem of what to get {Y/N} as a gift for their birthday?" I tilt my head at his question, "Doesn't Dean have a ring on his right middle finger that he wears all the time?" His smile goes wide, "He in fact does." With out another word I watch Tim walk to the room Dean is in and walk in after unlocking it. Within a few seconds I hear Dean scream and Tim walks out. He holds the ring in between his gloved fingers. It's dripping with blood. "Do we have a box to put it in, and maybe a card?" I walk to the kitchen and find a plain black box with a silver bow. Tim walks up behind me, I open the box and put some tissue paper in the box. He sets the ring nicely in the box, he cleaned it of thank god. That would have freaked {Y/N} more than anything. He writes a little note to go in the box with the ring.

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{Your POV}

I get up from my bed, the clock reads 10:38 pm. I woke up to a knock at my front door, without a second thought I walk to it. I hope Dean's behind it but to my sadness he's not. I do however find a nice little box on the doormat. I take it inside and shut the door. The box is very cute, I open it to a note. "Happy birthday {Y/N} I hope this present finds you well. I hope we can see you soon." I move the note and scream. I find Dean's ring, his gold and black ring with, 'Be kind' engraved on it. He would have never let that go, something is very wrong. I dial 911, "Hello my name is {Y/N} {L/N} I think my boyfriend is in danger and I think he was abducted."