Red Wrists: Secrets up the Trick Sleeves ( Masky x Reader book 3 )

Part One

~Six Years Later~
~Away from the mansion~
(Tim)
"LOOK OUT DADDY!" I heard Mist yell. Turning my head, I jumped away just as Mist flew by on her scooter with her friend Rosetta in the wagon dragging behind. I watched them continue down the paved hill driveway towards the shed. "(y/n)," I called, pointing to them whether she was looking at me or not as I charged after them.

To my surprise, Mist planted her feet hard against the pavement, slowly reducing her speed as the scooter and wagon neared the shed. The scooter came to a complete stop, but the wagon kept going, spinning Mist around and dragging her backwards as they came dangerously close to the shed.

"NO," I yelled, picking up my speed to get to them before they came to a crash. They came into contact with the shed, crashing trough the door. Even from this far away, I could here the loud splat. I cringed, taking a deep breath as I slowed my pace. (Y/n) walked up behind me, covering her mouth as the smell came. The sickening smell of rotten flesh. I peeked my head into the shed, seeing Mist and Rosetta sitting in a pile of blood and guts, both of them looking horrified. "D-Daddy," Mist stammered, tears welling up in her eyes, "wh-who's blood is this?"

I stared at her, not sure how to answer. What was I supposed to tell her? That her father was a serial killer? No, never. She would never know. I glanced away from Mist, seeing a man in a black leather robe with a red belt, his black hair and demon eyed staring into my soul, standing outside the window with a sharp-toothed smile. Static filled my vision, and once it cleared the man was behind Mist. "Nothing lasts forever," the man said, static filling my vision once more.

When the static cleared, the man was gone, and Mist was gone as well. Static. It had to be Slenderman, there was no other explanation. "NO," I shouted once more, collapsing to my knees in agony.

I bolted upright in bed, sweat rolling down my face and my heart hammering through my chest. It was just a dream, it was only a dream. The same dream I've had every night since we left the mansion a week after Mist was born.

(Y/n) rolled over to face me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Why are you yelling?" she whisperd, yawning softly. I sighed in relief, pulling her close to me and wrapping her in my arms. She groaned in denial, her half-asleep body not wanting to be moved. "Just go back to sleep," I whispered back, petting her head in attempt to put her back to sleep.

Within seconds, her gentle snoring wet back into play. She was back asleep. I sighed again, closing my eyes to prepare myself for another sleepless night when tiny footsteps pattered into the room. Lifting my head off the pillow, I looked to the door to see Mist as she whispered, "Daddy, are you okay? I heard you yell." "I'm fine," I responded.

Mist tiptoed over, standing next to my side of the bed. "Hey," I asked, "what are you doing up at this time?" Blushing, Mist looked down and murmured, "I was making Mommy's birthday present." I smiled, patting her head and telling her, "Well get some rest sweetie, tomorrow's a big day."

"Daddy?" she whispered, "Rosetta was going to bring a few of her other friends over to play tomorrow, is that okay?" I muttered my approval, wrapping (y/n) a bit tighter in my arms as I laid my head against hers. Mist smiled, padding out of the room in silence. I watched her closely, sleep taking my mind back as she got to her own room.

Something seemed wrong with her light, but I didn't ay attention. I'd fix it in the morning. I stretched carefully, not wanting to wake (y/n) up at such a late hour. As I was nearly back asleep, I heard Mist whisper, "Daddy? The neighbors are being noisy again." I groaned, letting go of (y/n) and sitting up in bed. "Sweetie we don't have any neighbors," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "The houses on both sides of us are empty!" Mist sighed, shuffling back to her room slowly and silently before closing her door.

(Mist)
I looked around my darkened room, the sounds of the neighbors hammering into my ears. Letting out a soft growl, I walked over to my window and looked outside. The noise was louder here, so I opened my window and yelled outside at the neighbors, "Could you keep it down please? I'm trying to sleep for school tomorrow!" The neighbors stopped their noise and looked at me, expressions of shock on their faces. One of them walked over to the window, sticking their head through and saying, 'Geez kid, we didn't know you could ever hear us!"

"I can see you too," I regarded, trying not to pay attention to their lack of shirts or pants. The neighbor blushed, hiding behind the window frame and peeking his head around it to look at me. "Sorry," he murmured. I shrugged, closing my window before heading back to bed. As I sat down, the small black -and-gold spotted puppy jumped up from under my bed. I smiled at it, petting his fluffy head gently. "Hi there Azazel," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him close to me. His "Looks like another long and sleepless night, huh?" The puppy yipped softly, his tiny angel wings fluttering on his back. I smiled wider, looking around my room. Bare walls, bare floor, bare desk. No signs that I was ever working on Mommy's birthday present.

Because I wasn't.

As I was lost in thought, Daddy burst into my room looking worried. Sweat ran down his face, and his breath sounded forced. "Mist, are you okay???" he panted, chest heaving. I stared at him, clicking on my bedside lamp and staring at him. He stared back at me, beginning to look embarrassed. "Sorry for waking you," he whispered, closing my door back as he went to bed. Did he not see Azazel? I looked down at the puppy, and he shrugged a bit. He didn't have a clue either.

Azazel laid down in my lap, letting out a soft yawn as he closed his eyes. He was tired. I kissed the to of his fluffy head, whispering softly, "Good night, Azazel. Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."