Night Hunter

The Walk

Your POV

You can't decide what to wear. You can't talk to Emily, Aubrey, or Carson about it, or else they will tell your mom. Your sister, who is only a few years younger than you and has a better fashion sense, knew that you were grounded. You decided to wear a  (f/c) shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of matching converse. You sit on your bed, covered up by your blanket in case your mom came to your room, watching YouTube on your TV. After watching an old Markiplier Charity Livestream, you hear a tap at your window. You look out to see the boy that you thought you had imagined playing the snare drum at school earlier standing below your window. You can see that he has hatchets at his sides and a screw driver in his hand. He scaled up the side of the house and began to remove the screen on the outside of your window. You opened the window for him to climb inside.
"A-are you (y/n)?" He asked. You noticed that he had a stutter and a tic, but you didn't mind.
"Yes, are you the one that has been leaving me notes?" You wouldn't be upset if he was the one leaving them, he was actually kinda cute, the stutter and tic making him cuter.
"N-no, but I'm T-toby. I'm going t-to take you to the p-party though."
"Lead the way then." You replied, giving him a smirk. You couldn't tell if he was giving a reaction because of his goggles and mask. You locked your door and then made your way to the window where Toby was standing. When you got to the window he picked you up and climbed down holding you.
"So are you like Spiderman or something?" You spoke with sarcasm in your voice.
  "No. I j-just had to sneak out a-a lot as a kid." He sounded upset by his own answer. "L-let's talk about
s-something else, we have a long walk." It was already thirty minutes past curfew, which was at nine, so you couldn't take the short way there. You couldn't take your eyes off his hatchets. Why did he even have them anyway.
"Wanna play a game?" You ask already bored.
"S-sure. What is it?"
"Ten Questions. We each can ask ten questions, and if your bothered by it you can't be upset afterwards." You say.
"Ummm. Ok sure, b-but you go first." He sounded skeptical.
"Why do you wear a mask?" Is what you start off with.
"I have a h-huge scar that I h-hate." He sounded a little upset but then went back to normal as he remembered the rules.
"Ok, your turn."
"W-why did you agree t-to come to this p-party?" You were a little confused by the question.
"Elaborate my good sir." Is all you replied with.
"Y-you don't know what h-happens at these parties, d-do you?"
"Not in the slightest." You were beginning to worry. Maybe you should have stayed home like Emily and your mom had said.
" D-don't worry. I will make sure n-n-nothing happens to you, just try not t-to talk to an-anyone ok." Toby's word had made you feel a little better. You two still had a way to go before you got to the party though.
"I guess I just want to know who has been leaving me notes I guess." Was your answer.
"What?"
"Your question you corn nut." You began laughing.
"Oh, ha, your t-turn."
" Can I see your scar?" You already knew the answer was probably no.
"NO!" He shouted. The subject seemed more sensitive than you had thought.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry. I didn't m-mean to snap at y-you." He seemed apologetic. He seemed to blush, causing you to blush also.
"Did you bring the n-notes?" He asked as he stopped walking.
"No." You said.
"Wait here pl-please." He ran back in the direction of your house. That's when the worse possible thing that could happen, happened. Night Patrol came around the corner. You crouched down hoping that they wouldn't see you, but it was to late. They began to run at you. You take off running into the woods. Something grabs you by the collar, pulling you into a tree. It puts it's hand over your mouth. You looked down to see the officers running by.
"I'm going to remove my hand, but you have to stay quiet or else I'll kill you. Ok." You nodded your head yes and they removed their hand, wait that wasn't a hand. He had a palm but his fingers were made of strings. You sat there starring at his "hands" in horror. After about ten minutes he put you back on the ground. When you looked back up he was gone. You ran back to the area where Toby had left you. He had just got back and looked ticked off.
"Why did you leAVE T-THIS S-S-S-SPOT!" He was more mad than you had thought.
"T-the night p-patrol came." You whispered.
"SO N-N-NOW YOUR MAKING F-F-F-FUN OF MY S-S-STUTTER!"
"No!" You were getting angry too.
"Y-yes you w-w-were!" He still hadn't calmed down.
"Why would I, I actually think that it's kinda cute!" He seemed a little shocked by this. You stormed off in the direction you two were going.
"(Y/n) w-wait up." He said running after you.
"Y-you think m-my stutter is c-cute?" You didn't really know what to say.
"Yes. I think that your stuttering and tics are cute, ok. Are you happy now."
After a while of walking you could see lights and hear the music from the party.
"We're h-here." Toby stated.

(💖🐢💖A/n I'll be posting two more tommorow hopefully, since I have a two hour car ride to Memphis.💖🐢💖)