INTO THE WOODS (Masky x reader x Hoodie)

CHAPTER 22

The next morning, the girl woke up under the covers in now a freezing motel room. Remembering the constant, drastic shifts in the forever bi-polar heating system in this musky hotel, she groaned. It's like it was on it's period or something. Goddamn, get a grip, woman!

She turned from her side onto her back, yawning. She patted over her mouth in the bliss of a new morning, then felt a blistering, cold sensation on her body. Screaming, immediately curling up her body due to the freezing temperature, she heard the very familiar, very nerve racking, fist clenching, maniacal laugh come from the right side of the bed.

"BRRRIIIAAANNNN!" She screamed in annoyance. Refusing to look at him, she pushed herself to the side, grasping onto the yellow bed sheets and covering her face with the pillow. His laughs became more erratic as he tried to pull the sheets away from her.
"I swear, if you try the HEAD-MOTHER-FUCKING-ASSERY ON ME ANYMORE, I WILL WILLINGLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU." She warned, her cadence glowing with sharp, malicious hatred. Taking the threat as a joke, Brian kept at it.
"Oh c'mon, (Y/N), it's only 5:30 in the morning. Wakey, wakey! Make me breakfast, dammit!" He urged.
She slowly got up, twitching from annoyance. "Brian..." She muttered. With a wide, iconic Brian smile, he responded cheerfully.
"Yes, meat bag?" He asked.
"It's what time in the morning?" She asked, still not facing him.
"Well to be a accurate as pi with you sweetie," he said, checking the imaginary watch on his wrist. "It's HALF PAST FRECKLE!"
"WHAT?" She asked in a threatening, booming tone.
"I- I MEAN 5:37," He said, chuckling nervously. Slowly, she turned around.
"You mean to tell me, Brian, you woke me- of all people up- at 5:37 IN SUCH A DOUCHEBAG WAY YOU FUCKING HEADASS-" She threw a pillow at his face and he blocked it, then picked it up and swung it at her. Dodging it, she picked up another and slammed it into his face. He fell back on his ass and she stood over on the bed, then threw it down onto him. Blocking her second attack with his forearms, he rolled over and scrambled to the other side of the bed, grabbing the original pillow and swinging it at her legs. Jumping over the attack, she chucked the pillow mid-way at his face, which he caught. Using the pillow he used to swing at her legs, he threw it back at her, and it hit her in the face.
She fell onto the bed, face in hands. She stayed still and silent as he laughed loudly and maniacally. His laughter echoed as it dimmed, realizing he might've actually hurt her. Scared, but still smiling, he inched slowly over to her, poking her hand.
"Meat bag? (Y/N)? You good?" He asked. Scooting away, he jumped onto the bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, asking again.
Swiftly, she grabbed his arm and pinned him against the bed, then crawled onto the bed, pinning both arms down with her knee and hand. She held the pillow over his face with her free hand as he gave another cheeky, unsettling grin.
"You know, I like an imbalance of dominance-" She beat the pillow down into his face before his perverted trap that made sounds could muffle out another sexual remark. She could hear his insane laughter being muffled with each slap of the pillow.
"(Y/N)," a slightly annoyed tone came from behind her. Holding the pillow down, she looked over her shoulder to see Tim, his messy black hair in his face, and his sideburns looking recently trimmed. She gave him a smile as he nodded his head back.
"I made you breakfast. Eat it," he demanded, voice sounding monotone. "O-or don't, I mean, it's up to you. I made myself breakfast, and there was left over, so I was just thinking, like, I me-"
She cut him off. "Yeah, I'll come eat breakfast with you, Timmy boy," she said. Hitting the pillow down once more, she jumped out the bed and struggled to wrap an arm around Tim's shoulder. He blushed, as he looked down at her neck.
"U-Uhm, your uh-" he made a motion towards his neck as he stared down at her neck, referring to the mass amount of hickeys on her neck. In confusion she raised her brow as she made her way to the couch.

"Watcha make?" She asked, plopping herself down. Still groggy from sleep , she rubbed her eyes as he walked over to her with a plate in hand. On the plate were two eggs, two pieces of bread, a few pieces of turkey bacon and two forks. She tilted her head with a small smile.
"Well ain't this cute. Thanks, Timmy." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His face dusted red as he held back a smile, rolling his eyes.
"Hm." Is all he said, as he took a bite of the food he'd made.
"Sooo, y'all two can enjoy the food, but Brian can't? Make wave, whores, this man is hungry." He split the two's little cake and put the plate on his lap quite rudely as he stole Tim's fork and began to viciously tear the eggs apart. "Wow, these are good, Masky!" He said, using the man's alias. Tim glared black holes into the man as he ate the food he'd prepared only for the two (but don't tell (Y/N) that because he wants to act tough shit).
"I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette and then we'll clear the banks and leave town." Tim got up, then harshly slapped Brian's head as he cried, then walked out, throwing his tan jacket over his body.