You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 51

"Room for one, please."

I slam a fifty dollar bill onto the counter. To my surprise, it wasn't as hard to find the motel as I thought it would be. I was expecting to have gotten the wrong directions from the teen and end up getting lost. Guess it's my lucky day. The man behind the counter who was reading an old looking, torn up newspaper, slid a key across the counter for me to grab. I utter out a 'thank you' before grabbing the keys and heading through the hall of multiple doors. I look down to the single key I got with a small charm attached to it with an engraved number. Room 102. I look at the doors I pass by. Ninety, ninety-two... and so on. I pick up my pace to make my way quicker towards my room. Once I finally reach door 102, I stick my key into the lock and unlock the door. Pushing the door open with my foot, I remove the key from the lock and make my way inside. The room itself is dark and has a rather unnerving feeling to it. It's oddly cold inside. I feel a slight breeze brush past me, making a shiver run through my spine. I quickly use my hand as guidance by pressing my palm against the wall, trying to find a light switch. Once I feel something similar to a light switch brush along my fingertips, I flick it up. The light bulb that dangled from the ceiling weakly lit up the room. It gave some sort of soft, yellow glow to it. I sigh, shutting the door behind me before placing the food I had onto a desk that sat against a wall. I take a moment and inspect the room. A king sized bed with two nightstands on each side, one of the nightstands had a small lamp sitting on top of it. Across the bed was an old-school TV, you know, the ones with a large back and a square screen, sitting on top of a drawer of some sorts. Well, it's better than nothing.

I sit on the edge of the bed, allowing myself to fall back onto it. My eyes stare up at the ceiling, taking note of how many stains were on there. How do stains even get on the ceiling? Maybe it's just mold, hell if I know. I shudder, rubbing my eyes. How did I even end up here? Never in my life had I seen this coming. From a pretty good apartment to a two-star motel. I could've never guessed. A tired yawn surpasses my lips as I flutter my eyes close. I've got so much on my mind, I really need a good night sleep to numb those thoughts out.

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Hoodie placed his hand on the handle of the door, only to be taken by surprise when the door seemed to be already open. "It's unlocked," Hoodie's voice was filled with surprise, yet a bit of confusion and suspicion. Something isn't right it. "Maybe she isn't here." Toby assumed with a shrug of his shoulders. The frowning masked man pushed the door open and allowed himself entrance. He cautiously walked inside the small apartment, peering around every corner. He checked the open kitchen, no one. The living room? Absolutely nothing. The bedroom, however...

"She was here,"

Hoodie gestured to the female's messy bed. Her covers were sprawled across the floor. Toby walked behind his hooded friend, peeking over his shoulder to get a look inside the room. "Huh," Toby hummed, "she's not h-here now. We're wasting time." Toby grunted, rolling his eyes and backing away. Hoodie snorted, turning his back towards the room. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head to himself before following his partner to the exit. Yet, before he placed his foot out the door, he heard something out of the ordinary. Hoodie froze, glancing over his shoulder. Toby noticed his partner trailing behind. He paused and turned back around to the orange hooded male and cocked his head. Hoodie briefly looked back to the teen, placing a single finger in front of his lips- or rather stitched frown- before carefully tip-toeing back into the apartment. He heard something. His ears never deceive him. Toby followed close by, still unsure of what Hoodie might've heard. Hoodie paused his steps in the middle of the living room to take another quick listen. Someone- or something is in here. He made sure each step he took was soft as he made his way back into the female's bedroom. He paused at the entrance of her room again, being sure to take in everything around him. Bed, closet, desk, everything a bedroom usually has. Yet, no person nor any other entity in sight. Maybe his ears did deceive him. ...no, no. Of course not. He's never wrong.