CreepyPasta Imagines And Boyfriend Scenarios

Masky- Halloween Shopping

"Hey, do you work here?" A notably tall boy with long, wavy, brown hair approached you, a white madman's mask in his hands.
"Hm? Oh, no sorry." You quickly say before turning. Noticing his extreme appeal, you rattle on, like usual... you failure. "W-well, not right now, I mean. I mean- uh- I'm on break! Yea!" You smile. He chuckled at your extreme fail at being cool and holds up the mask.
"Well, I was just wondering how much this was." You take the mask and chuckle, seeing the large blue price tag right across the front.
"Well according to this neon tag its $39.99." You smirk. He looks down, blushing and smiling to himself.
"I just wanted an excuse to talk to you." He sighs. You blush and giggle, handing him the mask before noticing his failed attempt to hide his own mask in his hood.
"That'd be less creepy if you weren't buying the exact same mask as the one in," you walk closer to him, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes, chest to chest and pull the mask from his hood. "Your hoodie." You smirk, staying at the same proximity.
"MaskyyyyyTIM. My name's Tim." He coughed awkwardly.
"Oh, well, mask-e-Tim, my name is (Y/N)." You smirk.
"(Y/N). That's pretty." He smiled down at you. You held his mask tighter against your chest and blushed.
"Thanks. Mask-e-Tim is pretty hot too." He laughed, looking down before looking back at you.
"Hey, how long is your break?"
"Till I die. I don't actually work here- I just wanted to talk to you." You giggle.
"Really? That's adorable." He smiled, reaching for his mask. You pulled it up to your face to put on before he hastily grabbed it.
"You dooont wanna do that." He warned, his face serious.
"W-why no-" you paused, recognizing his face. "Mask-e-Tim? As in Masky aka Tim?!" You whispered. He froze and nodded hesitantly.
"How'd you- nevermind. I- I should go." He quickly pushed his hand into your hoodie pocket before placing his mask into his hood and rushing out. You looked down at the paper he slipped you.
It was an address and a phone number. Out of curiosity, you quickly typed it into Google Maps. The only result was pure woods for miles and miles.
I guess this means only one thing.
Road trip.