honest! Creepypasta x child readers (edited)

Masky x child reader

Hey guys! This was requested by ticcitobylover236, so thank you to them. Anyway, this is a mature part, as will all of the parts after this, so if you do not like cursing or demented influences, don't read this. Alright then, let's get on with the new story!

Tears flowed from your eyes as the cold air of the night clawed at you through your thin clothes and made you shiver. You turned to glare back at the window, where your friends were looking out, all laughing like hyenas as they watched you being miserable in the dim white light of your porch light. 

They were the whole reason you were outside, in the form of a six-year-old (boy/girl), all because they had been googling random spells on the internet. Well, obviously they had found one, and despite your adamant refusal to be a test dummy, they cast it on you and threw you outside. You had tried to bang on the door, screaming for them to let you in, and even tried to sneak into the house through your bedroom window, but they had just pushed you back out into the cold night and locked the windows. Now you sat in the cold, shaking violently as tears welled up in your eyes before you got up and went to storm off to sit on the curb. Your friends didn't do anything to stop you, maybe stopping you from sitting beneath the dim, flickering street light that stood in front of your home. 

Suddenly, there was a blood-curdling screech, like that of a cat being brutally slaughtered somewhere off in the darkness of the night. The sound made you jump up, staring down the dark street that was lit only by more flickering street lamps that were dotting the road. There were a few minutes of silence that followed, but soon the sound of panicked footfalls caught your ears and you caught only a glimpse of a bedraggled man stumbling forward into the dying light of the lamps, but before that could happen, you turned and ran to your door, banging on it once more. To your relief, you saw your friends heading for the door, opening it slightly to look out at you with a welcoming smile. You reached your hand in to help you pry the door open and get in, but your friend only slammed the door on your hand, forcing you to let go and scream at the top of your small lungs. 

Your fingers throbbed painfully, you couldn't move four of your fingers, your hand was definitely broken. You cried, sobbing and shaking as your limb throbbed with a searing, fiery pain as you turned to sit back at the curb. That's when you saw him. 

Standing a short distance away, a few feet in front of where the man had fallen, was a tall man with wind-tussled brown hair and an opaque white mask with feminine lips painted onto it with black ovular eyes that seemed to be staring directly at you in silence. Behind him you could see two other men, both crouching beside the dead body, seeming to check it for a pulse, but you didn't pay them much mind, your attention was locked onto the first man, scanning over his stained, orangish-brown...tan? bomber jacket, worn, slightly frayed jeans, and shaking hands, in one, was a clean crowbar, though it didn't seem like he was going to use it on you, he seemed too calm, almost curious about you.

You stared at him, shaking from the cold and pain that still coursed through your veins like a river of fire. After a few moments of this tense, strange silence the man began to walk toward you slowly. Driven on by curiosity, you stepped off of your porch and stood in your yard, not far from the door, yet you were close enough to the street to be somewhat close to the weird man in the mask when he stopped at the curb. 
            "who are you?" You asked, your voice shocking you when it came out as that of a six-year-old before you remembered the spell you were still under due to your "friends".  The man said nothing to you, only staring down at you while his two friends came to join him.

You took the two new boys in, one was extremely short compared to his companions, but he was more than above your height when you were in normal form, he was twitching, staring at the night sky as if something was hypnotizing him from up there, he wore a striped sweater with a black mouthguard and a pair of orange goggles that hid his eyes. The second one was as tall as the masked one, he looked like he was wearing a ski mask beneath his dirty yellow hoodie, one with red oval eyes and a red stitched mouth that made a frown. 

The hooded one tugged on the masked man's sleeve and whispered something to him. The three men held a quick conversation in whispered tones while you looked back at your house, where your friends were starring out with buggy eyes that were as wide as saucers as they watched you. Your attention was brought back to the three men when you heard one of them crouch down with a grunt. You turned back to look at the masked man who was now near your height, his hands still shaking in their black gloves as he stared at you, 
             "Hello," He said in a semi-deep voice that seemed friendly, despite his threatening and ominous appearance. You waved, blushing a bit and backing away a step. Suddenly, the boy in the goggles stepped forward, his hand hovering over the handle of what seemed to be a rusted hatchet in his belt, but before the kid could attack the masked man stopped him and turned back to you. 

       "hey little one, want some sweets?" He asked, digging into his pocket and retrieving a somewhat melted caramel chocolate. Don't take it, Your mind warned, but you quickly snatched it away like a normal child and tried to tear it open, luckily the man who gave it to you opened it for you and watched you devour it like a starving animal. 

The candy had a funky taste, kinda bitter, but still sweet. The masked man pat your head as you smiled at him, soon feeling your limbs grew heavy, your head beginning to swim as your vision blurred, you began to tear up but your new friend only pat your head again and shushed you, 
        "calm down, you'll be fine." He said, looking up when the groggy sound of your friend's voice rang out in the cold air. You turned to look at your friends before the masked man scooped you up and ran off with you falling asleep in his arms. 

These parts are going to be edited a bit, so there are definitely gonna be a few changes. sorry about that.