One Shot Madness

Masky x FTM!Reader

Masky is from Creepypasta

- This is a trigger warner if you don't like bullying, subicide, transgender ; please don't read this chapter; The reader is a transgender female to male -

Voice Recording - http://vocaroo.com/i/s1YfeUH4jZuV   - Sorry the audio was bad I was using my laptop mic. I don't recommend listening to it when you are soon to sleep. I was also tired so I couldn't speak english :)

Their words echoed in your head. Taunting, laughing, sending slurs your way simply because of the boxer briefs sticking out from your jeans. 

This monster, this transgender.

It was killing you.

This unbearable dysphoria that destroyed your confidence and you classmates' bitter words didn't help either. Weren't your so-called 'peers' supposed to care for you no matter your gender?

You started to resent your own feelings thanks to them. Coming out originally seemed like a good idea, at least, only to your friends. But this unforgiving small-town life didn't seem to like anything 'different', and that ideology was passed down from generation to generation. The word 'queer' in itself was unheard of, and because that was what you could be considered, you were an outcast, a freak.

You could've sworn they'd be accepting. They were your friends, after all. But you were horribly mistaken.

Now, you were this supposed 'monster'.

The term 'transgender' stuck to the roof of your mouth. It was a sticky phrase filled with bitterness that forced you to cling onto the hatred spewed at you every single day at school. Life had become nothing but a treacherous, winding road filled with road blocks, for no reason other than you weren't 'normal'. Plenty of days, you either wished your feelings weren't real, or just to end it all.

"( birth name )! Why are you wearing a tie?! Ties are for boys!"

"( birth name )? What do you mean you want people to call you (y/n)? Thats a boy name!"

"You were born a girl! You can't change that! " 

Those bearable, simple words thrown at you, spawned by ignorance. The more you tried educating them, though, the worse it became.

"Thats disgusting! You're disgusting!"

"Watch out, the freak's coming through!"

"Don't let her 'queer' rub off on you!"

"My mom would yell at me if I talked to you, (birth name). So just... stay away from me....."

"Hey (birth name)! You wanna be boy, right? Does that mean I can beat the crap out of you like you're a boy? C'mon! Equality, right? Ha!" 

Perhaps it was typical for kids in the eighth grade... right? Perhaps... they just weren't as mature as you were.... Right?

Or were you really a monster? Was this term that bound you into your current skin really all that bad? 'Transgender'?

Things escalated quickly. Teasing turned into threats. Soon enough, people telling you to 'kill yourself' was a normal, daily occurrence.

Somehow, though, what hurt the most were their blatant ignoring of your preferred name, pronouns. In their eyes, you were just confused girl begging for attention. In reality, you were a poor boy begging for someone to finally recognize him.

Then one day, he showed up.

Tim.

A smile crept onto your face thinking of him.