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

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(Onyx)
"Why are you still here?" Tim asked me, on the floor bawling after I let him see Mist and (y/n). "You should go, Zalgo's gonna come back soon."

I laughed, mumbling, "Zalgo wouldn't lay a finger on me. He knows what I'm able to do with him." I squeezed myself through the bars, momentarily cursing my female lumps getting caught before I was halfway through. One boob on each side of the bar, I was halfway through the cage bars. I growled at my boobs, struggling the rest of me into the cage. And failing. "So," I chuckled, my face turning red, "Any idea how I can get through here?"

He looked up at me, growling a bit. The action must have hurt him, because he winced and curled up again. "You know Tim, with Slender being dead you won't regenerate from this." "Fuck you," he snarled.

Rolling my eyes, I hiss, "You wouldn't do that. You care too much about (y/n) and that kid to ever fuck me." Ouch. Wrong think to say, you idiot! He's hurting bad enough! He growled, turning away with a soft groan of pain. Physical pain or mental pain, I had no idea.

I sighed deeply, my "boobeous maximus" (((((My made-up science terms for female boobs!))))) sinking enough for me to finish my struggle through the bars. The second both my feet were in, a cruel laughter filled the halls. Zalgo releported in front of the cage, hissing at the noise and looking what seemed to be terrified. I peeked my head out of the bars, seeing three large figured gaining on Zalgo. "Tell us where he is," the one in the middle giggled, his spiked blood-red hair and matching eyes shimmering in the dull light. He laughed loudly, a twisted grin on his hideous face, "or we'll take everything away."

"Excuse Bartley here," said the one to the left said. It was a female, long blonde hair knitted up into a braided bun atop her head. Her blue eyes pierced my soul with the cruelty her beauty hid. "He's mighty fussy from our servant taking so long to fetch the sacrifice given to us."

The third, the one on the right, stepped forward with a huff. "That damned peasant, he probably took it for himself!" The third one was weird-looking, same as always. He had pure black hair, one eye red and the other blue. All three were dressed in ancient robes. Cruelty, Deciet, and Pride. The three Creepypasta gods I worked for.

Zalgo cowered down, stammering as he spoke, "I-I don't know who your servant is."

"I know," I growled. I pulled at my hair, grumbling, "Probably the same person who killed Slenderman." When no one understood what I meant, I hissed softly, "Operator."