Masks Off (Proxies X Reader)

Chapter 5

s/c = skin color

Y/N's POV

Y/n whipped out a f/c shirt and some matching sweatpants from the bureau. She then glanced up at her appearance in the mirror once again. She had definitely looked better. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, although her sleeping schedule had been somewhat normal. Y/n's "resting bitch" face had transformed into some sort of, "resting tired leave me the fuck alone" face.

Y/n walked over to the door and stood still for a moment. She knew that Masky had locked it, so there was no use in trying to leave. However, that didn't stop her from trying. She twisted the knob, and much to her shock, the door popped open. She recoiled in surprise, the other end of the door revealing a brightly lighten hallway. There were about twenty two doors in the hallway (excluding hers) and a door at the left end of the hallway that was labeled CLOSET. The doors all had whiteboards that were drawn on with several different colored markers, all including names; she didn't dare make a sound near any door.

The wood floors slightly creaked under her footsteps as she made her way to the stairs that were at the right end of the hallway. Y/n carefully and slowly climbed down them and came to a more widened, shorter hallway. This one had doors labeled KITCHEN, GAME ROOM, LIVING ROOM, PLAY ROOM, BATHROOM, and BASEMENT. The end of the widened hallway led to a bigger room with a couch, a TV, some interior decorations, such as a grandfather clock and some strewn about knick-knacks, and yet more stairs. There was also a door with windows on either side of it; and once she got closer, a flicker of hope burned in her chest.

Y/n could escape.

She cautiously glanced up at the stairs to make sure that no one was there; she seemed to be in the clear. With a swift flick of her wrist, the door was pushed open. Her eyes went wide in fright... She was in a massive forest. "Fuck..." She whispered. She didn't even give herself time to think about the direction before dashing off of the porch and into the wilderness; she was free.

After a few minutes of running, she had to stop to catch her breath. Y/n leaned against a tree and took in breath after breath, trying to take in as much air as possible as she internally cursed her smoker's lungs for making her wheeze like this. 

'What am I gonna do when I get out of this forest? Go home? I don't even know where I am in correlation to there... I don't even know how to get there.' She thought, her heart pounding.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching her. She gasped and dove behind a tree, her eyes widening in horror as she clasped a hand over her mouth.

"Hello, my dear~." She heard a voice chuckle. It was much deeper than Toby's, Hoodie's, or even Masky's. Just then, a milk-white tentacle whipped around the tree and wrapped around her waist. She gasped loudly and was flung out into the open grass, flipping over and landing harshly on her stomach. Y/n groaned and looked up; she wished she hadn't.

There was this very tall man, thing... who had pale white skin and was wearing an open coat with no shirt, black pants, and matching onyx loafers. He also had a fedora placed upon his head with a rose clinging to it. He had a very sharp smile; his mouth was aligned with rows of sharpened teeth.

"The fuck are you...?" She raised an eyebrow, slowly standing up.

"I, dearie, and Offenderman... Call me Offender." He cooed, gently grabbing at Y/n's hand. She yanked it away however and covered it with her other hand, her fight or flight reactions threatening to surface; and with her, it was always fight. 

"Offenderman... What the hell kind of name is that?"

"It is my name, my dear... And what is yours?" He asked politely.

"...Y/n."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n... Would you like a rose?" He asked her, slipping the one rose out from his hat. Y/n's mouth dropped a bit in shock.

"Um... Why exactly?"

"Well, I feel as if I owe such a pretty girl a pretty flower... Is that a bad thing?"

"Well considering your name is Offenderman... Yeah, that's a bad thing." Y/n took a couple of steps back. "Listen, I was just passing through this forest when I got lost, and if you'll just let me be on my way-"

He let out a sudden chuckle, interrupting her. "My rose, you don't think I'm stupid, do you? I know you're the new addition to my brother's mansion. You can't fool me, love~."

Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, her mind racing with improvisation. "O-Okay, so you know everything already, good for you... C-Can you just get out of my way, please? For once in my life, I don't want trouble..."

"Well my dear, the trouble aspect is completely up to you..."

All of a sudden, a creamy white tentacle shot out from his back and swept her off her feet. He hung her upside down by her ankles, the tentacles squeezing mercilessly as she thrashed and screamed in a blind panic.

"Shhh dearie, someone might hear you..." He shushed her. She continued to holler desperately for help, however, for anyone, but nobody heard her. Panic and terror bubbled up in her stomach as another tentacle whipped around her head and slapped over her mouth. Tears streamed down her s/c face as she harshly bit down on his tentacle, digging her teeth into the organ as she gripped it tightly. A bloodcurdling screech erupted from the "man" as he swiftly dropped the girl. She then began to run as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

Y/n shouted for help as she ran before a surprise tentacle caught her foot, resulting in her tripping and nearly breaking her nose against the hard dirt. He slowly dragged her back to his grasp. Y/n held onto the ground as dirt and grass dug into her fingernails, causing her to cringe as her cries for help became meaningless. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears as she was lifted up into the air once again, her adrenaline going insane. 

"Shut up..." He snarled in a deep, sinister voice. Y/n didn't give up; she couldn't even if she wanted to. He let out a frustrated yell as he slapped a tentacles over her mouth, tightening it around her cheeks so she couldn't bite him.

All of a sudden, she was abruptly dropped to the ground. Landing on her belly, she coughed and spat, catching her breath in a frantic haze. She quickly came to her senses and scooted away from the monster. She looked up at him and her eyes widened in pure terror.

Two hatchets had been lodged into the monster's tentacles; and his forehead. A thick, coal-black liquid oozed from the wounds. She whirled her head around to see where the hatchets had come from...