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       As fun as playing Mario kart was, Y/N was glad when masky pulled her aside. In the beggining, she couldn't decide weather it was because he was jealous of LJ, or if something serious was going on. End verdict? A little of both. He pulled her up the stairs into his bedroom, sitting her down on the bed as he used his spinny chair. His face become serious and he looked her up and down, taking off his mask and handing it to her. "Why do we use those?" He asked her, as if it was a quiz. "Uh.." Y/N stumbled over her words nervously. "To hide your identity and act badass...duh."

     Tim nodded slowly. "And you know why we have to hide our identities.", Y/N looked down, feeling as if she was being lectured. "Because you kill people.." she muttered, biting her tongue.  She didn't like discussing it. Tim nodded again. "Exactly. Y/N..you need one."

     Her eyes widened. she never thought about her needing one really.   How, you may ask? Her stupid ass was TOLD she'd be murdering people, did she think she was just gonna be skipping around  stabbing people and running?  Tim noticed the contradicted look in he eyes, and the way that as soon as she noticed that HE had noticed, they went back to their almost empty look.
 
       "Great, so i'll be like-" she put of Tim's mask, it being slightly big, and mocked Tim-"'hi, I'm Masky, I'm so threatening, I- I kill people!'" Tim quickly snatched the mask off of her head, looking annoyed.  "Y/N, seriously. Your going to have to start.. working soon, so get used to being a bit more serious." Y/N merely rolled her eyes."Ben, Jeff, and LJ arnt 'serious'-" she mumbled, leaning against the wall behind the bed. "How is being serious going to help with anything? When I'm serious, I'm sad,because life  is boring as shit."

      Tim sighed, shaking his head slightly. "how am I ever going to deal with you.." he muttered quietly, looking at the mask,than back at her. "Brian will take you out tonight for your for first kill. For now, just wear this." He tossed her a bandana that covered everything up to the top of her nose. "Put that on, and go find Brian. He should be leaving soon."

        Y/Ns face has gone blank since Tim brought up murder.  She tried to keep her emotions out of view, and grabbed the mask, putting it on. ".. alright." She got up and left without another word, going to find Brian. It really wasn't hard, after he had dropped her off in the living room she watched him go down the basement steps into the small training area.

        She stepped down silently, biting her lip as she went down. She could just NOT tell him and she knew they wouldn't get mad at her, even when they did it never seemed to last. But where would that get her?

       She finally reached the door at the bottom and opened It, noticing Brian in the corner beating up a punching bag. He didn't have his signature hoodie on, instead it was replaced by a black sweat-soaked black t-shirt. Y/N leaned against the doorway, waiting for him to notice she was there. She didn't want him to.

        After a few minutes, he looked over, jumping a bit, startled by her presence."God Damn! I didn't even hear you come down!" He shouted, biting his lip slightly. "Sorry." She said I'm a not-so-sorry voice. "Tim wants you to take me on my.. first kill." Brian just looked at her worriedly, but none-the-less wiped his face down with a rag before shoving his jacket and mask on. "Go change into something more suitable." He ushered her up the stairs as she walked to her bedroom, basically slamming the door on his face when he tried to follow her into the bathroom."your a creep!" She yelled on to him through the door. He just shrugged.

        She walked out around 15 minutes later in black tights and a shirt of the same shade, a long with the jacket Tim had given her and the mask. "Let's go,than..." She mumbled, not making eye contact with hoodie. She was not ready for this in the slightest.

(YALL I JUST STARTED READING WICKED BEAUTY AND DAMN THIS BOOK IS HORNY AS HELL)