You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 12

We honestly did nothing besides sitting on the couch with a blanket and watch movies. The last thing I remember is that I was all warm and comfortable under the blanket as my head rested on Tim's shoulder. And then I just blacked out. Currently, I was in the state of being half-conscious and half-unconscious. I heard the soft sound of the TV in the background as I felt Tim's body slightly shift. His arm was tightly wrapped around my body, holding me close to his own. I heard him mutter out something, but from being in my sleepy state, his voice sounded as if it were underwater. The comfort of Tim's hold was suddenly gone as my head was gently placed on something more softer. I stirred in my spot, fluttering my eyes open as I pushed myself into a sitting position by my elbows. Tim was already standing up, readjusting his jacket over his body. He noticed me already awake, which made him lightly pat my hair. "Hope you slept well." His voice was hushed. I rub my eyes and look up into his brown orbs. "Mm, where are you going...?" I ask. Tim's smile fades, which becomes replaced by a frown. "I have to go." He replies in his soft voice as he casts a glance towards the phone in his hand. "Again?" I ask. There's something up. He keeps leaving every time he gets a message on his phone. Could it be his acquaintances? The other killers? I just can't let the idea of Tim being a killer be put rest. I need to know. I take a hold of his hand and lightly tug it towards me. "Tim," I mumble rather softly. Tim looks right back at me and gives me a questioning hum along with a small smile. "You aren't hiding anything from me, right? You would tell me anything...right?" I ask. Tim purses his lips before nodding. "Of course."

Liar.

"I would never hide something from you."

Liar.

The small voice at the back of my head just told me that he's the one. He's the killer that was on the loose. But I want to make sure. He hasn't killed me yet, so who knows? I lightly squeeze his hand. "Can you stay for the night?" I ask. If I want to find out that he's the killer, he should be staying here the entire night. I'm sure his other two partners will come looking for him. If I can get just the slightest proof that he's the killer... Tim looked visibly nervous, but tried to play it off. "I would really like that, but I really need to be going." Tim fiddled with his phone in his free hand, occasionally glancing at the time. I could notice him continuously biting the inside of his cheek, as if trying to refrain himself from speaking another word. I frown and avert my gaze from him, giving him my best impression that I was hurt. "I just don't feel safe here on my own. I was really hoping you'd stay." I mutter, slowly releasing Tim's hand from my grip. I cast a quick glance his way and notice that he seems hesitant by now. With my hand rubbing my arm and my head hanging low, I'm sure I convinced him by now. Tim let out a sigh of defeat and sat back down next to me. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and next thing I know I'm pressed up against his body. "I really don't like seeing you down, you know." Tim hums. I feel his index finger and thumb lightly grip my chin, gently lifting up my head so that my eyes meet his. He gives me a smile and pecks the tip of my nose with his lips. "I'll only stay if you show me your smile." He states firmly. I was surprised, really. I was thinking he'd just tell me he was going to leave no matter what. Gosh- He just gives off this genuine, caring type of vibe. I force a smile upon my lips- a rather convincing one- making Tim beam. "There it is! You're so cute." Tim grins brightly and pokes the tip of my nose once, making my nose scrunch up.

I can't believe someone like him could be a potential killer. Guess I have to find that out soon. Maybe I won't wake up after falling asleep tonight. I shudder at the thought. Just keep your mind on the actual task, for now. "I'm just going to make a quick phone call, okay? I'll be right back." Tim unwraps himself from me, immediately taking all the warmth away with him. "Okay. Don't take long." I say as my eyes follow Tim, who decides to have his phone call outside of my apartment. He wouldn't bail or something, right? Tim steps outside and leaves the door slightly open so that he'll allow himself back in once he's done. I don't want to be the type of person that proceeds to eavesdrop on a conversation, but I feel like I have to. Could he be talking to his partners? I could already hear the soft murmuring of his voice from the outside. He was keeping his voice so low that I barely heard anything. I threw the blanket off of myself before standing up from the couch. As silent as possible, I make my way towards the door on the tip of my toes. The closer I got, the clearer the words got. Tim's voice was hushed to the point where his voice sounded a tad husky. I wasn't sure to who or what he was talking about, mainly because I kept hearing his footsteps pacing back and forth above the sound of his voice. However, I did catch a few words that slipped here and there. Something along the lines of; 'mission', 'boss', and other words that weren't too important. I wonder who he was talking to? His voice sounded more panicked as time went by and a tad more stressed along with a hint of frustration. I wonder what's going on...? I was so intensely listening that I didn't even realize Tim had ended the call until he suddenly went quiet. I took this as a sign to bolt away from the door as fast as possible.