Are They Real

Chapter 4 - Arrival

Hey Guys! AXL3 here (YT @SixEightTwo_) and, um, yeah, this is my first fanfiction! This chapter includes the character/s:
- Masky/Tim
- Eyeless Jack/Jack/EJ/E.J.
And the reader (Y/N or “Husk”).
This message will appear at the start of every chapter with any age warnings or trauma warnings or if I need to give credits ETC.

- swear warning -

You continued walking like this in silence, his grip on you tightening whenever you had to make a sharp turn so he had more control over the direction you walked. The temperature was slowly getting to you, and it was becoming colder. You were shaking, despite your hoody and warm clothes, partly from the cold and party from fear of what you were being taken to. You had heard and read the stories about these “Creepypastas”, and the thought of being brought to an entire household of murderers scared you.
You couldn’t fight. You didn’t even think you could bring yourself to stab another person, criminal or not.

After a moment you noticed, wait, why is it getting brighter? Wasn’t it just past midnight? You look at your watch. 6 am. You could swear it was only 1 am or so when you left your house. Hold on. Why is the hand on your watch moving quicker? After a moment you notice, time is speeding up. Why would time speed up? You were clueless as to why. You shook your head a bit, shaking away the confusion, walking quietly again.

But the silence was starting to take its toll on you, you could swear you heard a third pair of footsteps. You shook it off as being a side effect of the fear you were feeling internally. Tim continued to pull you along, and the trees began to thin. In the distance, you could see a large, Victorian era looking mansion, although any of its former glory has been lost to time. You gasp internally. The creepypasta mansion. You didn’t think it was real, and frankly, you didn’t want it to be real. Tim's grip tightened as they walked up to it, making sure you didn’t try to run away.

As the pair of you continued, a figure emerged from the shadows. Neither of you noticed, until a black, clawed hand grabbed at your shoulder, causing you to tense and stop walking. Tim turned to look at the disturbance, before snarling. “Jack.”
You tense up even more, realising the figure that had you in its grip was the demon Eyeless Jack.
“Awww, what's the matter, ashamed at being caught holding the hand of your little pet~” E.J. mocked, his grip on your shoulder tightening.
“they're not a pet, jack, they're a new recruit.” he grumbled, pulling you away from E.J.
Eyeless Jack chuckled, “Yep, ashamed of your new pet.”

You got annoyed from continuously being called Tims “pet”. After gathering enough courage, you moved your arm back, elbowing him in the stomach. He gasped, the sound muffled by his mask. His grip on you loosened enough that you could pull yourself from his grip. As soon as you did so, you moved over next to Tim, watching E.J. carefully.
“What the fuck was that, stupid mortal” he hissed, the tips of some of his tongues poking out from under his mask. You stayed silent, your cold gaze trained on him, before Tim put a hand gently on your shoulder.
“C’mon, we’ll deal with him later” Tim said, turning around and guiding you in the direction of the mansion. You turned, to face the same direction as him, following him.

“That's one way to start your stay.” he joked, “Elbowing Jack in the stomach. I’d watch out for him now, he holds grudges.”
You nod, taking his advice. “I’ll remember that.” you confirm.

The two of you walk for a few more minutes until you're at the door of the mansion. Tim pulled his mask down, concealing his face, before knocking on the door and opening it. He led you inside, pointing out which rooms to be careful of, and what not to do. You turned a corner, to find a large, imposing door.
Masky stopped you, “This is the operator's office, you wait out here whilst I go talk to him.” Masky explained, walking over to the door. He reached out to the door handle, looking back and nodding at you as he opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him.