"Go a-ahead." the girl said with a raspy voice while her shoulders shook violently which sort of scared you but you tried to shrug it off. "I don't have like 1 or 2, maybe like 10 I don-" you were cut off by her nodding silently while her eyes gazed into you. You couldn't tell if she was being impatient or not. "So do you associate with the uh- creepypastas? or whatever they call em'?" You queried quietly, propping your head with your elbows up on the bar counter. You could see her raise an eyebrow from under her mask. "What makes you think that?" she spoke, twitching again. You gave a weak frown, pointing at your face as a gesture in 'your mask?'. She sat still and shook her head before giving a simple, "P-proxies." in a low voice.
You looked at her confused. You never heard that one before. She seemed to have noticed the look on your face and began explaining with not that much detail, "People that are u-under control of the o-operator, and do as he says. We follow his o-orders." You blinked and knit your eyebrows. "Who or what exactly is the 'operator'?" you asked her. She pondered for a minute, slumping back in her seat. She let out a hoarse sigh. "It's like this very tall looking m-man, who's dressed in a-all black. Kind of like a suit. He's r-really slim. When a-aggravated he's got tendrils that can s-slice pretty good. U-um, he has n-no face?" the girl described, not really sure how to describe the supposed creature.
But you did remember, that night you went into hiding when you were with Lambert and Harper... They were attacked by some creature that looked exactly like that. So if the operator is considered a creepypasta, why does he attack the others? "Do you know who Lambert and Harper is?" you asked weakly, remembering how Lambert got hit in his side. She nodded, but in a bored manner before twitching. She definitely has tourettes. "The o-operator is always usually fighting w-with them. They aren't proxies or c-creepypastas though." wait... wait what? Don't they share the same occupation as Carlos and BEN? You shook your head.
"Moving on.... What's your name? I never got it." you questioned. "C-call me Nara Woods. Or M-maskquette. Doesn't m-matter." she held out her hand, with was literally all bone. You furrowed your eyebrows but took it anyways, giving it a quick shake before pulling your hand away. "My name is (Y/n)" You chirped at her. "I-I know..." she mumbled. "Wait- how?" you furrowed your eyebrows again before you remembered telling her before, cutting her off before she could even speak. "Don't answer that." You pointed. She gave a low chuckle and shook her head.
"Uh- do you know BEN?" you asked nervously, fumbling with your hands. She twitched violently, nodding her head. "Do you know where he is?" You brightened up, not noticing the bartender right beside you before he spoke. "Can I help you?" You both turned to look at him. O-oh. He was handsome. His nametag said "Jace" on it, which was a pretty different name you never heard that much before. He was a light blonde, which was short and short, his bangs went just above his eyebrows and they swayed lightly to the right. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt, with some plain skinny jeans. You couldn't tell what he was wearing for shoes but you didn't care.
"I-I, um.... Yeah!" You exclaimed which made Jace give you a small nod. "What shall it be then?" He questioned, leaning over the counter to look between both you and Nara. Nara seemed to know him because she was giving him a sharp glare. "The usual" was what she growled, before twitching. "Water, and I guess some fried chicken." was all you said, shrugging. He gave another nod and walked off to the back. You turned to Nara with a eyebrow raised. "What's the deal with him?" You asked quietly so incase he did come back he wouldn't hear. "He's done some questionable in the past and he's a-also a creepypasta. He's friends with some guy named C-Carlos, and Lambert. Got a sister named Alana, s-she's not too bad t-though." Nara twitched, before standing up and going over to a table that was far away from the bar counter. She waved to you to come over and you did as she wanted.
"Ask me whatever you want to ask over here, if he h-hears anything he's gonna get p-persistent to find out why." she ordered. You were a bit confused but you shrugged it off and nodded. "Do you know where BEN is?" You queried quietly, receiving a quick nod. "I-I can take you there." she said, looking up just in time for Jace to hand off your drinks. "Your food will take another minute or two." Jace smiled and walked off. You grabbed a straw and ripped off the paper, putting it in your water and sipping. Nara just watched as she fumbled with her straw. You noticed, giving her a questioning glance. She twitched and gave a shrug.
You just sort of awkwardly tapped your fingers on the table. "So why do you wear a mask?" You asked quietly. She just kinda twitched and looked away. "T-that's for me to know, and y-you to find out." she stuttered out, kinda watching people talk amongst themselves. You looked over at the bar counter to see Jace playing on his phone boredly, before turning around and walking straight into the wall and stroking it in a way like 'woah i didn't see you here sexy'. You snorted and looked away, figuring he probably timed himself so he could go on his phone and cook still. Soon enough you looked up to see Jace with a small smile on his face, with a tray of food waiting for you and Nara. He set it on the table, looking between you two. "Will that be everything?" He asked, tapping his fingers on his thigh impatiently. You looked at Nara and she shook her head. You shrugged at him and he just nodded and walked away.
You and Nara began to eat, and once you were finished eating you would split the bill and pay up out the counter. Leaving the bar, and grabbing your stuff.
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ActionYour friend mails you a Majoras Mask cartridge and it appears to be glitched. You find yourself falling in love and things however, make a turn for the worst. You find yourself running from countless things, all because of him. Will things ever get...