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

*RING RING* Operator?

(((((I have realized that "the Operator" is pretty popular in the Slenderman fandom and thought to be Slenderman himself. However, it's not him. In the "Back to the Past" update in book two, there is a shadow creature with red eyes who attacks Slender when he's in his human form and gets him accused of murdering his son James. Many of you think that the creature was Zalgo, and I wrote it to be sought that way, but I think I created the Operator along with Slenderman's origin story. Anyways, this hints more at the Operator side of things! Enjoy!!!)))))
Scout: Tim / Operator
Me: (Y/n) / Zalgo
Kinzy: Mist
Jeremiah: Hoodie / (?????)
Emily: Onyx
Mayella: Seriously everyone else

(Tim)
I growled louder, snatching Mist away from the lunatic who called herself "Onyx". "Stay away from my child," I snarled at her, my eyes narrowed to slits. She stood up and sighed, chuckling a bit. I didn't see what she found amusing.

Onyx slowly turned her head to look at (y/n), saying softly, "I am so sorry for doing this to you." Zalgo screeched in terror, ripping his tail out of the bear trap and lunging straight for Onyx. Before any contact could be made, Onyx disappeared into thin air and sent Zalgo's clawed hands shooting straight for Mist and I. Out of pure fatherly instinct, I shoved Mist to the side and out of harm's way.

I wasn't as lucky.

Zalgo's clawed hand pierced through my stomach, balling into a fist and squeezing my insides tightly. I held my breath, the pain unbearable even compared to the time Alex shattered the bones in my legs. I couldn't hear anything besides my heartbeat hammering in my ear drums and the blood pulsing through my veins. My vision got blurry, but I could make out the horrified expressions of (y/n) and Mist as Zalgo pulled his clawed hand closer to him.

Onyx stood and stared in denial, grasping her hair and muttering words I couldn't here. Zalgo laughed in triumph, pulling me up to his eye level. "Operator will be pleased that I got you instead," he hissed, his sticky hot breath reaking of decayed flesh.

(?????) ((You'll probably guess it, and then ask why I put it as (?????) since it was so easy to guess! Buuuuuuut-..... actually yeah just get mad at me when this part ends!))
I watched Jinx throw the notes on the ground and dash away, laughing over her shoulder. That child annoyed me so much sometimes, but she was the child of the Nightmare League's leader. We made a truce with the Nightmare League, and me hurting Jinx in any way would break that truce. I bent down and began picking up the papers, not noticing the uneasy feeling crawling up my spine until I was nearly shivering.

Slowly looking behind me, I braced myself for whatever I was about to see. And what I saw sent chills through my empty veins. Those ruby red eyes, piercing into the place my eyes would have been, were eyes I could never forget. The eyes of the creature who caused me to become this monster. The eyes, the ones that sent me back to the day I was blamed for James's death.

The eyes of the Operator.

I gulped, slowly turning my face away and continuing to pick up my notes. "Good afternoon, Richard," Operator hissed, his voice echoing through my skull with the screams of tortured souls. I tensed every muscle in my body, muttering in return, "What do you want?"

"A little favor is all," he cackled, resting a clawed hand on my shoulder. "Remember our dear allie Zalgo?"

I scoffed, snarling, "Zalgo may be under your power same as me, but he is not my allie."

Operator cackled again, reminding me of a crackling fire and sizzling meat on the grill. "Then you would really hate it if I told you to let him kill that 'grandchild' of yours, wouldn't you?" Even with my back turned, I could hear the quotation marks hang in his words at the word "grandchild". "Yes," I whispered, inhaling deeply, "I would hate it. But why do you want her dead? She's just a child."

"For mere entertainment value on my behalf," Operator said smoothly. "But no worries, Zalgo is on his way to kill her right now." My eyes would have widened if they were there. I got up and bolted in the direction of Masky and (y/n)'s home, hoping and praying that I wasn't too late.

Not three large steps away, and I felt it. His control over me, forcing me to a hault. Agonizing pain wracked my body, causing me to fall to my knees. "NO," I shouted, not knowing if anyone was close enough to hear me, "MASKY, (Y/N), MIST, RUN! HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" I looked down at the dark black suit, seeing a shiny red liquid forming around the places deep indentations were raked across my torso. Blood. I looked back at the Operator, feeling strains begin to entwine themselves around my neck as I choked out, "Don't..... kill..... me....."

A wicked grin spread over the Operator's shadowy form, and the strains around my neck continued to tighten past the point they sliced my skin, past the point they tore through my flesh. Past the point they scored through my entire neck, my head falling to the forest floor. "Have a nice nap, Richard," Operator hissed.

Seconds later, the strains cut through my entire torso, only leaving my limbs untouched. As Operator slithered away into the darkness, small flames engulfed each chunk of my body. I wouldn't survive this. I'd be nothing but a pile of ashes.

This was the end of me.