Creepypasta Lemon Pie

Masky x Slenderman-Run (One Bullet)

Ship: Masky X Slenderman
Warning: Feels
Writer: The Potato Shipper
POV: Masky

I didn't think it was that easy, that one bullet could hit and knock my whole life over. My world collapsed. My brothers were taken from me.

Hoodie was shot, killed, dead. Toby didn't take it well. I tired pulling him away so that we could run but he attacked the sheriff that killed hoodie, decapitating his head from his body. I had no choice but to run as the other two officers tackled him to the ground and forced chains on his wrist and ankles. 

Sirens were everywhere, I couldn't held but wonder if maybe they were all in my head. Helicopter lights blinded me and police car engines roared in tune with the late night wind. People were yelling as I was chased through the forest. My lungs were on fire, a sharp pain laid under my ribs. My legs were tired and I was on the verge of passing out. But I had to keep running, for Hoodie. For Toby. 

This is the price of being a proxy, not leaving your old life, not the blood, the voices, the sickness. Its when it ends. We'd die for each other, we'd die for him, and he would die for us. 

Back when this all started Slenderman was just our boss, he was the dealer to a drug called murder. But slowly it all became more than that. It became playing bored games when the power was out, calming words to soothe away our nightmares. It became meaningless band-aids over accidental scrapes and food fights while we all tried to successfully make dinner. We became a family. A family I couldn't believe was damaged by nothing more than just a bullet.

Eventually I ran out of trees so I was stuck in an open field. The scene reminded me of Bambi, now I know how the deer felt. 

Another bullet was fired, it hit my shoulder with a blow hard enough to knock me down. The idea that this was the end forced its way into my head.

"Tim," Slenderman's dark, demonic, but still calming voice, rang over all the commotion. It wasn't often he would use his power to heal something as silly as a wound, but this time he made an exception. It burned like hell and itched like a bitch, but it was healed. 

"F-freeze!" an armature, newbie, cop stood no more than three yards away from us. His voice was shaking along with his knees and his weak fingers clutching onto the trigger. Slenderman's reflection shown in the mans glossy eyes before he broke out in a coughing fit and fell to his knees.

The wind blew hard around me, I held Slendy's empty gaze. He pulled me close to him and kissed me with his pale, temporary lips. "Run," He told me and pushed me in the direction of the mansion. 

"Run," I repeated to myself as I took off with new found strength. 

(Part two?)