Down - © Marian Hill
So sorry for the slow updates but hey I'm trying! Okay onto dis story. (Adult language included)
Reader's POV~~~
When he was about to finish his sentence, I heard a metal clang to something. I slowly unlocked and opened my door to see mother holding a frying pan then seeing father on the floor; probably unconscious. She then looked into my (e/c) orbs with sadness in her hazel eyes. I abruptly hugged her, and cryed into her shoulder while she hugged me back. "(Y/n), I suggest you stay in your room, keep your door locked while I go grocery shopping. Okay dear." She said in a calm tone. "O-okay." I replied, my voice wavering due to crying my eyes out.
"Good girl, go into your room please." She asked then I went to my room, and locked my door. Without realizing someone else was in there with me.
Unknown POV~~~
She has locked her door for some reason when she gone back into her bedroom. Why? She is going to be in danger, by someone else other than me, but I'm not letting that happen. Well at least she enjoys her doll/plushie I made for her.
Time Skipyyyyyy~Featuring..... Tim!!! (Masky) X3
Reader's POV~~~
It's been a while, probably an hour? I don't know... I was laying on my bed, on my phone as any teen would be doing in their spare time. Then I heard the front door close roughly, probably because my mother was carrying groceries and had to use her leg. Though there was a difference, it was a little too rough. I opened the bottom of my dresser and grabbed my knife that my mother provided me; in case if anything happened to me. I slowly went down the steps, having my weapon behind me. I stopped at the corner of the staircase leading to the Kitchen, then to front door. Knife ready in hand and quickly moved to in front of the door, obviously closed. I looked around for my culprit in my house cautiously. I made my way to the living room and saw a tall teen, maybe 17 or 18, slick red hair;turquoise eyes, and a sharp grin.
He was sitting on the couch, seeming like he was waiting for me. "Hello dear." He said in a sweet-ish tone. "W-Who the fuck are you?" I replied, not realizing I was stuttering. "The names Jason, Jason the Toymaker." He replies to my question. My (e/c) eyes widened at his reply. He was a fucking murderer, and he was in my house!
(A/n) ~~~
WOOP WOOP I got another chapter done! Anyways I hoped you enjoyed it :3
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