Masks Off (Proxies X Reader)

Chapter 6

!!TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF R*PE!!

l/n = last name

Y/N's POV

It was Masky, Hoodie, and Toby. A wide and relieved smile grew on her face as she was genuinely happy to see the boys right then and there; under any other circumstance she would have been less than grateful, but at that moment, she couldn't help the feeling of relief that flowed through her body.

"Back the fuck off Offender!" Hoodie stepped forward as Y/n stood up, backing herself up to them. "She ain't yours!"

"Oh come on boys... Why don't we trade-off? I'm sure she's passed the level of experience with more than one partner..." Offender smirked. Y/n's hand flew to her mouth to stop vomit from surging up from her throat; what the FUCK was wrong with that guy?

"Dude, okay- I'll admit that I'm pretty fucked up, but that's beyond me." Hoodie shook his head disapprovingly.

"C'mon, Y/N, let's get away from this... I-I don't even know what to say, fuck this guy." Toby twitched with rage, his sudden abrupt rudeness almost humorous to Y/n. 

"Alright... Maybe next time then, love." Offender blew a kiss, and just like that, disappeared. Y/n groaned and held her forehead with care, a new headache forming.

"...You okay?" Toby asked her, a little hesitant.

"...I'm fine. He just, caught me by surprise... that's all." Y/n explained, trying her best to leave out the part about her attempted escape.

"Why are you even out here?" Masky crossed his arms, glaring daggers at the girl.

"I... I ran out..." She avoided eye contact, squeezing her arms across her chest.

"Toby, Hoodie, bring her to her room.,," Masky demanded, then began to walk off into the dark forest.

"Where are you goin' dude?" Hoodie called.

"Don't worry about it." Masky called back, disappearing into the darkness.

"Well, I guess it's just us, sweetness." Hoodie giggled. Y/n rolled her eyes in disgust, causing Hoodie to snicker more.

"Stop being weird, its uncomfortable." Toby hissed at the man as the three of them made their way back to the mansion, practically forcing Y/n to return. 

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A few hours had passed; Y/n was right back in her room. She was just about to pass the hell out before a harsh knock interrupted her attempted snooze. She groaned loudly and held the pillow over her head, not wanting to move from her current position. She would have been balling her eyes out regarding her "new life" if she didn't have such a drain of energy... And hated crying. 

"Let me in, now." Y/n heard Masky demand on the other side. She really didn't wanna get out of bed, but she knew that he might hurt her either way if she did or if she didn't...

"...Fine, gimme a second." Y/n called out in annoyance. Slowly, taking her time, she got out of bed and pulled the door open the door. Her eyes flew from half-lidded to as wide as saucers in a split second as the sour scent of dried blood entered her nostrils. Masky was standing there, his originally tan bomber jacket now stained with the sickly color of blood and grass. Dirt was smeared across his mask and jeans, and his shoes were covered in the crimson liquid, tracking slight footprints throughout the floor.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Y/n yelped in surprise, taking a cautious step back.

"Well, I'm assuming you already know that we're different from other people... Unless you're an idiot, you must've figured it out... We're killers, Y/N." His tone was ice cold. Y/n's heart dropped to the bottom of her socks as she took little breaths in, her body threatening to hyperventilate.

'Is that why they took me? Does their boss wanna hurt me...?' 

"You're... You're what!?"

"Seriously?" He mumbled, a little taken aback by her shock and dismay. "We haven't hurt any of your family members... Even if some of them deserved it." He muttered the last part under his breath.

"Well I obviously can't go home! But how can I live here in a house full of killers!? Murderers! Am I gonna become one, too!?" Y/n's heart clenched at her own words. Sure, Y/n may have loved beating up the people who chose to screw with the wrong girl, but ever being presented with the opportunity, she could never bring herself to actually kill anybody!

"In time, maybe... We'll have to see what the Boss says. For right now though, I'll take you to see him." He suddenly began to walk away. She watched him trudge down the hall when he turned. When he saw that she wasn't following, he waved a hand.

"Let's go, Y/n!" He called harshly. This startled the girl so she immediately ran after him, staying quiet and obedient like a puppy the whole way to wherever Masky was taking her.

They both went downstairs and as they did, Y/n suddenly realized that it was morning. There were a lot of people who were out and about; they were absolutely spine-chilling. Although some were kind of cute, a lot of them could not have been human. They all gave her stares of interest and curiosity. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't even 100% sure that Masky was human; she knew nothing about him besides his name and that he was a cold-blooded killer.

Y/n and Masky trudged up the stairs that Y/n saw earlier near the door, but suddenly, a little girl stopped them. "Mr. Wright, where are you taking her?"

She had long, brown, curly hair with big emerald eyes. She was wearing a cute pink sweater and was holding a teddy bear that had an eye missing. She had ghostly pale skin and dry blood that stained her head, eyes, nose, and mouth... She couldn't have been older than nine.

'Oh God, do they force her to kill too...?'

"To Boss, Sally. Now please, move." Masky asked with a monotone voice. Sally looked up at Y/n and smiled.

"You're very pretty, miss!" Sally complimented her. Y/n smiled a bit and gently ruffled Sally's hair.

"Thank you, Sally... Although, I'm not the person you might wanna be talking to right now." Y/n warned her.

"Well, why not?" She asked.

"Let's just say... I'm not one of you." Y/n explained as simply as she could to the child. She saw Sally's eyes light up as she gasped.

"Oh! You're not a member of the family yet! Don't worry, Slendy will change that!" She smiled the biggest smile that Y/n had ever seen on a child; even her siblings, and Sally had reminded her of her youngest sister just a smidge. Y/n had always had a soft spot for kids due to her sisters.

"I can't wait." She lied, forcing a smile. "I'm Y/n by the way. Y/n L/n."

"Nice to meet you, Miss L/n!" Sally smiled.

"Okay Sally, move." Masky spoke harshly. Sally rolled her eyes and waved bye to Y/n. She waved back with a smile as Sally made her way downstairs to the couch.

"She seems nice... D-Does she kill, too...?" Y/n almost regretted asking.

"She hasn't killed anybody besides her uncle, who r*ped and beat her to death, so, he deserved it." Masky spoke in that cold tone again. Y/n's eyes widened as she gasped.

"...H-How is she even alive?"

"A lot of people in this mansion shouldn't be alive, and some aren't. They're ghosts with a human or nonhuman appearance. Many of us have been given a second chance at life thanks to Boss..." Masky explained vaguely. Y/n then noticed that the two of them had stopped and were chatting in front of a chocolate brown, slightly chipped door; he hadn't even taken her inside yet.

"Ready?" He asked. Y/n turned to him and nodded.

"Ready is my middle name..." She told him, yet she was quite nervous on the inside; however, she let him think otherwise.

He nodded and slowly opened the door.