"No youre being absurd." Y/n told himself. "This is real life not a fanfiction or some shit. It can't be him! It's a coincidence." He walked back out and decided to ignore it.
As Y/n stepped out of the back the feeling hit him again. He looked up but saw no one. Everybody was focused on their own thing. At this point he was getting a bit annoyed. He didn't like feeling so paranoid. It was disturbing.
Time skip
After getting home Y/n was exhausted. He felt like taking a shower, but really didn't want to deal with the dysphoria. He had gotten the job to save up money for top surgery and had actually saved up almost enough. After a while he decided to just get it over with. So he got undressed and went into the bathroom.
As he turned the shower on he heard a tap on the blurred window. (It's one of those you cant see through almost at all) His whole body stiffened. "No youre being stupid. It was probably just a bird hitting the window."
As Y/n got under the hot shower he heard it again. Trying desperately not to look anywhere but straight ahead he moved the curtain an inch or so. He saw the shilouette of a man outside. Well really it was too blurred to tell but it looked like it was a man. But just then the shilouette disappeared.
After showering Y/n quickly dried himself and tried getting dressed without looking. He managed it, but of course there isn't much that can get rid of dysphoria and getting dressed isn't one that can. He decided to grab some leftovers from last nights pizza. After heating it up in the microwave he sat down. He didnt realise how hungry he was until now.
As he ate he scrolled through different apps. Then he heard his doorbell ring. He got up deciding to go check who it was.
He looked through the small peephole in the door and for the second time that night. Froze. It was a man in a white feminine mask and a yellow jacket. He had dark hair and seemed to be standing in a relaxed manner.
Y/n slowly and quietly stepped away from the door. What kind of sick joke was this? He felt scared. If this was a cosplayer they were doing a damn good job. He was glad he left the blinds and curtains closed now.
Who the fuck was this?
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Stockholm Syndrome {yandere!Masky x ftm reader}
AléatoireY/n was just your average 24 year old guy, well he was a trans man. He had to face the usual discrimination but besides that, his life was fairly normal. That is until one faitful day a masked man in a yellow coat decided to make his move. I hope yo...
