Creepypasta Lemon Pie

Masky x Reader-Proxy Ass Bitch

Ship: Masky X Reader
Warning: Strong Language
POV: Yours
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I rolled my eyes, watching hoodie and Toby play a game of Uno on the floor in front of the TV. Proxies are so childish, I always thought of them as slaves and toys. Nothing more, nothing less. But I, I had my own story. I didn't need for Slenderman to push my plot along. But The Slendermansion was safe and all the pastas end up here.

"(Y/n)," Slenderman called and with one long step of his spider like legs, was in the middle of the living room.

Sighing heavily, I slightly turn my head. "Yes?"

"Are you busy?"

I shrug and glare at the sound of the uno cards being shuffled.

"Could you run to the store?"

"Isn't that what your dogs are for?" Both, hoodie and Toby looked up at me.

"They're playing nice for once, I'll send Masky with you."He handed me a list, not waiting for your answer, and he walked out.

"Who's the dog now?" Tim asked from behind me. You stood up and tuned around, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight onto your dominate foot. Tim was putting on his coat. His mask was sitting on the couch so I picked it up and tossed it away.

"Fetch," I say then throw on a jacket. He gives me a cold glare before retrieving his mask.

The store wasn't that hard to be at. Masky can slit the proxy sign into the ground, go in, get the stuff, and get the fuck out. Like transporting. It was the walk home that was "unbearable."

"Oh, are you getting butthurt ov-"

"I'm not butthurt!" I yell back a little to quickly. "I just can't stand the sound of your voice."

"My voice?" He says leaning in closer to my ear. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before he speaks again."I thought you liked the sound of my voice." He teased and grabbed my hips from behind. I recalled when I first arrived at the Slendermansion I accidentally slipped that I loved Masky's voice.

"Shut up," I kept walking but he pulled me back and practically forced me to drop my bags, "Tim!"

"Dogs are we?" He walked me back into a tree.

"Tim, what are you doing?"

"Say that proxies aren't dogs."

"What? No!" I refused.

He took off his mask and held it lazily in his left hand and kept me pressed against the tree by my hip with his right hand. "(Y/n)," He hummed. I bit my bottom lip and looked away, hiding my rising blush. He had one sexy voice. But I regained my pride and looked him back in the eyes.

"Okay, you aren't dogs, I respect smile dog more that you, you proxy ass bitch."

He smirked an looked down. "You don't hate me that much." he slightly rubbed my hip with his thumb.

"Tim, I despise you." I push him off but he grabbed my wrist spinning me and pulling me back to him. "Tim!"

Then he kissed me. He just kissed me. He didn't act nervous or scared, and I had never been kissed like that before. It was the kind of kiss that made only this kiss matter. A kiss that made the rest of the world disappear. A kiss that made me need to know he felt it like that too.

He pulled an inch away and said, "Dogs don't have that kind of courage." And then he let go, picked up his bags, and started walking back to the mansion. I just stood there trying to regain my breath and to get the tingly feeling to go away. I felt like if I took a step forward I'd fall. "You comin', (y/n)?" He asked glancing back.

Tim Sutton you sly dog.

~Is anyone in need of a part two of this?~