Stay With Me ~ Yandere Masky x Reader ~

Chapter 9 ~ A Bleak Winter ~

    Sometimes when you'd wake up, unable to drift back into a deep enough sleep, you sit upright and wait for the sunrise. It wasn't always fulfilling, sometimes all the sun did was illuminate the gray skies and be nothing but over casted by the murky clouds above. But other days, on the rare chances that you'd catch them, they were well worth it. Beams of sunlight poking through the clouds above, illuminated with a water color pallet of oranges and yellows. It was the only bright colors that were outside now around this time of year. Unfortunately for you, this morning was no scenery painting. Only grey and clouded skies greeted you as you sat in your bed, watching as small flecks of snow drifted down.

    The weather was colder now and the draft from your window bothered you more than ever. Drifts of snow at this point had piled up around the house and almost every other day Tim was out shoveling a new small path towards the wood stove outside. The porch out front had seemingly melded with the snow and ground at points, looking like nothing more than a large drift.

When you'd sit up and watch for the sun to rise over the tree line you had plenty of time to think. That's what most of your free time now was spent doing, but being alone with your thoughts was not as big of a detriment to you as you'd think it'd be. You'd thought about what it would realistically look like if you were to attempt an escape. With this type of weather... the thoughts and outcomes were bleak. You'd have to have an almost perfect opportunity and yet, would you even take it? The woods we're so thick at some points that you questioned how you'd get through them. And what about the cold? It was already windy and bitter in the daytime but at night ... it'd surely be a death sentence. So that left very little time to make a run. And the snow, you could see for yourself how deep it got just around the house. Granted in the woods the trees would help the snow coverage lessen, but at the very least snowshoes would be handy... and where the hell were you getting a pair of those?

It was a hopeless loop of thinking of the possibilities, then rapidly losing all of it the longer you thought about it. You lost your opportunity and now-even more so than before- you were trapped.

At some point you'd risen from your spot on the bed and dressed yourself. On these mornings where you'd wake up early you knew it was an option to knock on your door and have Tim unlock it for you, but you never did. You always heard him rummaging around downstairs, even when you'd wake up at what you could only guess to be around four in the morning. It seemed he was always awake now days, like sleep was escaping him.

You continued to sit and study the horizon, wishing you'd have even a single cup of coffee as you watched the sky grow steadily brighter and more gray. The snow wasn't slowing.

Behind you, the familiar sounds of footsteps creaking up the stairs and followed by the unlocking of your door made you turn a glance over your shoulder. Tim poked his head around the door, testing to see if you were awake. The two of you cast a glance at each other, to which you nodded your head slightly in acknowledgement before turning back to watch the sunrise.

   He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching out the window with you as the two of you stood silently. A comfortable silence now, unlike many before that would be filled with stiffness and awkwardness.

   "How long have you been up?" He took a couple more steps towards you before joining you by your side. You shrugged and made a small 'I don't know' sound as you watched a particularly strong gust of wind send flakes swirling against the panes of glass. He hummed, putting a hand up to the window and feeling the gust of air break way from the beneath your blankets stuffed there. "Sorry about this window" he muttered. "It's always leaked like that. I just haven't gotten around to fixing it." You shrugged in return. "It's not terrible." What a lie that was.