solace [masky / hoodie x reader]

viii

Life was almost normal with Hoodie. You'd wake up, he'd bring you an omelette or scrambled eggs—it turns out that he enjoyed cooking—and he'd ask you if you were ready to talk. Your response had maintained the same throughout. You'd shake your head no, and try to insist on your innocence, which always led to him sighing, followed by a shrug of his shoulders. He'd then move on to sit in the chair he had across from the desk, a plush, cushioned chair. Far cozier than the one you were allowed to sit on. You could only sigh, knowing that chair was for him, not his prisoner.

Walking over to the bed, you lied down, your eyes floating upwards to the ceiling. If you shut your eyes, you could almost pretend that this was normal. You could allow yourself to feel the foam of the mattress sink underneath your weight, the blanket's soft fabric brush against your bare legs, and the warmth of the oversized sweater covering your upper half.

Hoodie had gone out to buy you panties, like you had requested. It was appreciated, but it only reminded you of the fact that they really did intend to keep you here for a while.

The sunlight that shone in through the window felt warm and comforting on your skin. Masky usually kept the windows closed—he didn't like the light. It really did almost feel normal, save for the weight of the metal cuff clasped around your ankle, and the jingle of chains that constantly followed you wherever you walked. It also didn't help that you hadn't been outside in quite some time, you had lost your sense of time, and neither of the two were kind enough to tell you how long you'd been here for. Perhaps it was for the better that you didn't know.

"What are you reading?" you cautiously asked your captor, who was leaning into the side of the sofa chair, a book loosely held in his hands. He paused his reading, instead looking over towards you.

"Wuthering Heights." he replied.

"I read that for English class." you commented, and you didn't mean for it to come out as judgemental, but it seemed to have, as his next response felt somewhat defensive to you.

"I enjoy classics." he explained.

"I see." you answered, unsure what else to reply, settling for simply acknowledging what he had said.

"Do you read?" he decided to ask you a question of his own. Hoodie didn't talk often; he only spoke to you when it was necessary to. Masky, however, was far more talkative, although his words were solely there to demean and taunt you. You could appreciate a good conversation right now.

"Not really," you admitted. "I mostly play video games in my spare time, if I'm honest."

"What do you like to play?" You had to think about that question for a second.

"Well, I mostly play PC games nowadays," you told him, "but I used to enjoy console games more. Stuff like Animal Crossing—oh, and I played a lot of Smash Bros with my friends back then." You felt nostalgic at the thought of that. You played Smash often with Tim and Brian, and only with them. You were sure if they hadn't disappeared, you'd still be playing to this day.

You heard him chuckle. You thought for a split second that he was making fun of you, maybe he thought your taste in games was too juvenile, but then he said, "I used to play that a lot too."

You smiled, it was nice, the feeling of being able to relate. Even if it was to your kidnapper.

"Tell me about your family." he requested, changing the topic of the conversation.

This had to be about the forest seal again. You'd gathered from a few things that Masky had said, that the symbol would have been passed down through your family, or something akin to that. But your family had nothing of the sort.