Cigarettes at 3 A.M. (Masky x Reader)

Chapter 6

   (Narrator POV)

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to stay awake, her head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. Faint voices drifted through the haze, disjointed and distant, like echoes in a tunnel.
"Help me carry her up."
Hands, strong but rough, lifted her off the ground. The cold night air brushed against her skin, and she tried to move, but her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive.
"He's waiting in the car. Hurry up."
The same voice, sharp and impatient, cut through the fog in her mind. She felt herself being shifted, her body slumping against something solid—a shoulder, maybe. The world tilted, and she was lowered into a seat. The car door creaked open, then slammed shut behind her.
"Let's go. We don't have much time."
As the engine roared to life, Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the darkness pulling her under once more. The voices continued, muffled now, as the car began to move.

(??? POV)

"She better be worth the trouble. What does the operator even see in her?"
"I h-heard sh-she killed a guy and d-dropped his body in the f-forest."
"You boys shut up and help me carry her up."

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The figure with a sharp feminine voice sighed.
"I want to make sure she fits in here comfortably, the mansion really is no place for new comers. Lets try make it as smooth as possible, please?"

The figure from the front passenger seat grunted. The driver just nodded.
Another person in the backseat spoke up, their voice gravelly with a hitch in their speech every now and then.
"Wh-what abouT the others? Will they be so accep-pting?"
"Well, we'll have to hope they will. I just might need to teach her some stuff, how to not offend them and things like that."
Did the both of them know, the figure in the passenger seat was already plotting the demise of poor Y/N.

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(First person POV)

My head hurts so bad.. where am I?!
Let me recall what happened.. I was at the party.. with my friends.. I went upto the balcony and- OH! Did I really just get kidnapped at a damn party??

I sat on the cold, dark floor, chains wrapped around my arms. The metal digs into my skin, cold, as I shift uncomfortably. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the faint clinking of the chains whenever I move. I can't see much in the darkness, but I can feel the weight of the chains holding me down, keeping me trapped. I seem to be in a room.. with no windows? This is probably a basement I assume. Theres only a door infront of me.. if I could just.. reach it.. without this damn static getting louder in my ears every second.. and these stupid chains..

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I open my eyes, and the first thing I notice is the absence of pain—no headache, no static buzzing in my mind. I'm just... floating, weightless, like I'm suspended in space. My gaze shifts, and there it is: a towering figure standing before me. Its skin is white, smooth and featureless where a face should be. From its back, long, black tentacles unfurl and stretch out into the darkness around us. I can't move, can't speak—just float there, staring, as this faceless entity looms over me. I scream in my mind for an explanation, am I just hallucinating??

The static hums gently before a voice emerges from the entity, clear yet still tinged with an otherworldly echo. "I imagine you're quite confused," it begins, the tone calm and almost reassuring.
"You must be wondering where you are, who I am, and what has happened." The static softens, giving way to a more comforting presence.
"You were chosen, you see—chosen to join us. I made the decision to save you, to bring you into something greater." The voice pauses, allowing the words to settle in. "But there is a condition," it continues, still gentle but with a hint of gravity. "You must serve me. Should you choose otherwise... I'm afraid I will have no choice but to let you go." The final words are spoken with a quiet sadness, as though the entity regrets the necessity of the choice it's offering.

The voice lingers, the static almost fading entirely as the entity speaks again. "Now, the choice is yours," it says with a gentle sincerity. "Will you accept this offer and serve me? Or will you choose to walk away?" There's a brief pause, and the voice softens even more, almost regretful. "But I must warn you... if you choose not to serve me, I will have no choice but to end your life." The words hang in the air, delivered with a kind of quiet sorrow. "I take no pleasure in this," the entity adds, still calm and patient. "But this is the reality of the situation. Please, take the time you need to decide. Just know that your choice will determine what happens next."

Y/N hesitated for a while. Taking all this in was not easy, she thought she was seeing things.

"Child, you are, infact, not seeing things. I have taken you into my reality, with a community I've created. Remember when you murdered that old man?"

She trembled, fury and despair battling inside her as tears threatened to break free, her vision blurring with the force of her emotions. "Who even are you?! What community?? How do you know?!"

"Y/N. They call me Slenderman. You may address me as The Operator or Sir. Ive created a community for people like you, with desolate existences and turn them into ruthless murderers. If you do choose to accept this fate, you'll be soon living with them. The choice is yours, Y/N"

Y/N was in deep thought. She still wasn't fully convinced all of this was real, it was all too much for her. But it did all sound quite nice, away from her father.. and her bitter struggles.
The entity was waiting, real or not, she'd have to give an answer.

"yes..YES.. I CHOOSE TO SERVE YOU... THE NEW LIFE, NEW PEOPLE, EVERYTHING. WITHOUT A DOUBT, ID LIKE TO JOIN YOUR.. WHATEVER THIS IS."

"Perfect decision Y/N."

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Note: 1048 WORDS GUYSSS DID YALL LIKE THIS CHAPTER?? Y/N gonna be introduced to the pastas and proxies real soon now💅🏻😎