INTO THE WOODS (Masky x reader x Hoodie)

revamped chapter 18

Serving was tiring. It was dealing with different, unpredictable characters all night. It was having to deal with his tone deaf partner who slugged through like a bullet in a cramped chamber. Will was neurotic and always seemed suspicious, like there was something he was hiding. Brian couldn't make sense of it and it bothered him. They would be out on the streets, for hours, riding around and picking people up, selling to them and then leaving. He dealt with the street so much he started having dreams about it. He'd have dreams about Tim wandering around and dying somewhere, cold and alone. He worried about Tim. Thought about him everyday.

The night before, he had a dream. It was about (Y/N). She was hanging around the street Candy walked around, wearing similar clothes to her, smoking a cigarette with exaggerated makeup. As soon as it started it was over. He woke up and felt uncomfortable.

Will's room was trashed, and Brian was sleeping on his couch for the time being. The place was disgusting, but it was better than a bench in the cold. Clothes, trash and empty bottles of beer and alcohol scattered the floor. It smelled like smoke and it made Brian nauseous. He wasn't a huge smoker like Tim was, but even Tim had more decency than this guy. Brian kept his ski mask down, to try and block out the smell. He hated wearing it but this guy didn't deserve to see his beautiful face.

"We got places to be, and honestly, I'm in a fucked up mood." Will said, pacing around his room. Brian did not care. He didn't care about why he was in a fucked up mood, how it happened, any of it. He could not give less of a shit. "Oh, man. How come?" Brian asked, completely uninterested. He guessed Will didn't understand he didn't care by his tone, because he just kept talking. "Family stuff. Fucked up family stuff. I need to get trashed tonight. Just forget about all the bullshit. And don't even ask about what's happening. I'm not gonna tell you. But it's so fucked up, Hoods." Will talked with his entire body, bouncing around the room like a squeaky toy. He had slammed a line of coke and cried, which could explain his constant fidgeting. Brian didn't care though, it was easy to tune out. "Uh-huh," Brian said, fidgeting with some knotted shoelace string. "Honestly, I could see all of this coming for years but now that it's hitting me.. Holy shit.." Brian was barely even conscious. "I think I'm gonna have a panic attack." Brian finally broke and looked up at the man- well down technically, because he was dramatically laying on the ground crying now. Brian sighed. Heavily. And moved to sit up from his seat.

"Will."

"I can't do this," Will muttered.

"Will, what's going on." It was less of a question to be asked and more of an obligation to ask it. Will rolled to his side and let out a sob. Brian put his hands over his masked face and almost slapped himself back into reality. "Will, whatever it is, you can talk to me.." This happened a lot. Will was a weird guy.

"Hoodie I swear you're like, my only friend."

He only got this sentimental when they were alone. It was weird. Brian didn't give a shit about this guy. Sometimes, he genuinely thought that Will forgot who he was and only had this weird attachment to him because they worked together. It was like.. Almost romantic of him. More importantly, he didn't really care about him because Brian knew that this guy certainly didn't give a shit about him. He could barely remember Brian's name. He knew essentially nothing about Brian but trusted him nonetheless. On the outside, when they were around others, Will had this phony bravado that was clear (at least to Brian) to be some mask. No one else seemed to notice it, people genuinely were afraid of Will. Of course, when it came down to a fight, it was always Brian swinging first. Even so, Will was serious. Will was a weird guy who had come from money and a family and somewhere along the lines it all went to shit. His father was some hot shot that got himself into trouble, as told by Will's incessant rambling. Brian didn't know how he ended up here, practically alone, with a supply of drugs that kept him comfortable in an expensive apartment in the gentrified area of the city they were slumming in. Brian had only met his connect once and he was surprised the guy even took Will seriously. He wondered how people had fear for the guy who was laying on the ground crying about something probably stupid.