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

Operator Standing By

(No-Brain)
(((((WHY YOU ASK????? BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO LIKE NO-BRAIN!!!)))))
I crawled around through the trees, gently scratching at the stitches on my head every few seconds. Mister Eyeless Jack gave me a brain not too long after I met them, but the stitches refused to heal even after so long. It annoyed me. Annoyed. Another new emotion. So many humanistic emotions I had yet to discover. My mind wandered away from reality to dwell on human emotions for a few seconds before the smell of fire invaded my thoughts.

Surprised, I jumped in place, spinning my head in every angle to detect the source of the fire. Not too far ahead of me was a thick, black smoke permeating the air. I hissed a bit, stalking forward through the smoke to find a perfect circle overwhelming with fire. Each plant down to every blade of grass outside the circle was perfectly untouched, as if the fire wasn't even there. I dared another step forward, the scent of burnt meat hitting my senses hard and causing me to gag. Disgust. Yet another emotion.

In the center of the fire, nearly reduced to ashed, was a pile of charred bones. The bones were stretched extremely long, too long for a normal human. And the meat smell had a monstrous scent with it. A few stray fabrics remained unburnt by the fire. Curious, I picked one of them up between my claws. The black fabric to Slenderman's suit. Was this Slenderman's corpse? Was I watching his remains get burned right before my eyes?

Impossible.

Slender has told me so many times before that he could not die. But even I knew that a being as great as him would never be able to recover from what laid before me. He was undeniably dead.

I snarled in denial, piercing my claws through my skull in frusteration. Slenderman, the great leader of the Slender Mansion, was dead?!? How?!?

"Simple," cackled a voice behind me. The voice made me tremble, forcing me to experiance my least favorite humanistic emotion; fear. "I controlled him. He disobeyed me, so I killed him. It wasn't too hard. Much like a filthy vampire, really." I cringed away from the voice, turning to see the shadowy source. "I need someone to take his place," the thing hissed.

(You)
"Mommy," Mist whimpered, clutching onto your shirt, "what was that???" You search your mind for words, but nothing comes to mind. What could you possibly tell her?

Jeff scoffed, crossing his arms as he growled, "You have a lot to explain to Mist if she doesn't know Zalgo." You growl at him, but he just rolls his eyes. Glancing at Hoodie, you see he is as speechless and confused and teary-eyed as you felt. You let out a sigh, kneeling down to Mist's height. "I have a lot of explaining to do," you say to everyone. "But let us all just go inside, I'm pretty sure none of us feel safe out here after what just happened."