Masks Off (Proxies X Reader)

Chapter 4

f/b = favorite band
n/n = nickname

Y/N's POV

Y/n slowly climbed out of bed and snuck toward the door. Much to her disappointment, the door was shut tight; probably locked from the outside. She groaned and glanced over at the bureau, increasingly gaining curiosity about it. She walked over and began to fumble through the drawers. Some held normal clothes, both for colder and warmer weather, and they were all organized pretty well. Along with an underwear, bra and sock drawer, there was a pants and skirts drawer, hoodie drawer, and even a pajama drawer. Whoever had set this room up for her had really gone all out.

'But why? Why go through all this trouble for a stranger? I don't get it...'

Walking over to the other door, she flung it open, which revealed a bathroom. The shower was relatively big, with a large curtain covering up the inside. The toilet and sink were placed to the right of the room with a closet containing towels, shampoos, conditioners, soaps, menstrual items, and other health necessities laid to the left, she found out. 

Y/n looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled and greasy mess, and her eyes held giant bags; like she hadn't slept in days. Her skin felt and appeared leathery... She needed a shower, badly.

A sudden knock at the door startled her. She exited the bathroom and walked over, glancing around at her surroundings for any sort of weapon. She grabbed a lamp and yanked the plug out of the outlet, cautiously stepping towards the door.

"Y/N, are you awake?" She heard the first voice from earlier.

"F-Fuck off, leave me alone!"

"I'm not going to hurt you, but you keep acting like that and I won't hesitate to." He snarled calmly. It seemed like it was only him, so Y/n slightly lowered the lamp and slowly approached the door. "The guy who touched me... H-He isn't there, right?"

"...Hoodie? No, it's just me..." He replied. Y/n slowly opened the door just enough to see who was there. The man was telling the truth; she didn't see anyone else. Just his terrifying features... That black and white mask, that tan jacket, his coal hair... 

"What do you want?"

"Watch that tone N/n. You don't wanna piss me off." He warned her. Y/n's eyes widened at the use of her nickname; she then realized that she shouldn't have even responded to him in the first place. She mentally kicked herself for acting so impulsively.

"Why... Why are you here? Why am I here? Have... Have you been stalking me? What do you want with me?"

"I'll answer all your questions if you let me in." He answered in a cold tone. Y/n thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of letting this stranger in. On one hand, he could just be trying to get her to trust him so he could kill her with one swift snap of the neck... Or, he could just be a messenger for this "Boss" person, and he could actually want to answer her questions... 

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

The man walked in and flipped on the ceiling light, causing Y/n's eyes to cringe at the sudden brightness. Her head tensed up and caused a jitter of pain to shoot through her veins. "So? Will you answer my damn questions?" She asked in annoyance at the sudden blaring lights, not thinking about the consequences of her tone.

He whirled towards her and grabbed her wrist, twisting it so the lamp fell to the ground with a loud THUMP! "I recommend that you act like a polite citizen while talking to me instead of the usual backtalk and obnoxious bitching we've seen coming from you."

Y/n whipped her fist up and socked into his face, the mask falling to the side of his face as she tackled him, grappling his waist with her legs and holding his wrists above his head with her bare hands, almost appalled by her own strength as she had been before.

"Nobody, and I mean NOBODY... Talks to me like that. If you've been watching me then you should know that I don't tolerate that kinda shit." 

"G-Get the fuck off of me!" He was in an utter state of shock. He had completely underestimated her power as an adult. He thought he knew everything about her by now; her weaknesses, her strengths, her smarts... But this amount of force was new to him.

"I'll answer your fucking questions if you get off of me, alright!?"

Y/n scowled and stood up, releasing him from her grip. He stood up quickly and brushed himself off, as if the germs she gave him would sterilize him. "You're damn lucky my Boss chose you. I would've loved to kill you myself..."

Y/n's blood ran cold. "Wait... I-I'm not gonna die, a-am I...?"

"Aww, is the Big Badass Chick afraid of death?" He teased. She growled and crossed her arms tightly across her chest, looking away from him.

"No, I'm not afraid of anything, dickhead..." She scowled as he let out a tiny chuckle.

"Dickhead, huh? That's a good one."

'Does this guy hate me or like me?'

"Just, please answer my questions." She groaned, getting increasingly more annoyed with this guy. He nodded and fidgeted with his mask a bit, making sure it was straight over his face. Y/n couldn't help but wonder what kind of sicko was hiding behind it, and what that sicko looked like. She pictured scars, burns... Maybe even a missing eye, or a torn-off nose. Something that caused him to hide his identity... Something besides him being a psycho, of course.

"Why did you take me?" She plopped down on the bed, him sitting next to her promptly afterward.

"My Boss wanted you. As simple as that." He answered. Y/n had a feeling that she'd get more than that later, so she chose to move on.

"Are you gonna hurt me?"

"Me? Eh, probably not... Unless you piss me off. I can't say the same about everyone else, though." He shrugged, picking at his nails.

"Wait, how many people live in this, whatever?" She asked, dreading the answer a little.

"Well, including me, Toby, Hoodie, Boss... about twenty-three, including you too."

"Wait, what...?"

"...What?"

"I'm living here...!?"

"As long as the Boss wants you, you're living with us." He nodded.

"That's fucking insane! I can't stay here!" She shook her head in disbelief, her heart pounding through her shirt.

"Where else would you go?" He asked, turning to her. He... did have a point. She came to a sudden, horrifying realization; she couldn't remember where her house was. Despite this, she could remember her mother and her sisters. A large wave of sadness crashed down onto her, causing her heart to crack at the thought of not even giving her sisters' closure regarding what happened to her. The thought of her mother raising Jane and Natalie, which caused tears to well up in her eyes. She wiped them away, wanting to change the subject.

"...Is Toby the stuttering one?" 

He nodded, and Y/n grew more curious about his real name. She knew that he probably wouldn't tel her, but there was no way that 'Hoodie' was that guy's real name... She couldn't judge though. It was a cool name. 

"What's your name...?"

"...Doesn't matter. Come downstairs when you're dressed, I'll meet you there." He stood up and began to leave the room. Y/n watched him as he abruptly stopped at the doorway.

He stayed silent for a second. "...Masky." He mumbled his name and left. Masky... It did make sense. Y/n scratched her head and sighed, hearing the lock on the door click shut.