E N C H A N T E D [Masky x Reader]

[3]

October 16

     "Who are you people?!"

Hoodie backed away a step as Tim cowered against the wall. The faded-brown hooded man stumbled over his own feet, just barely catching himself before he collapsed to the floor.

"Masky.. You don't... remember us?" Ben asked worriedly.

     "No!" he cried. "Not again, no! My name's not Masky! It's Tim! Timothy Wright! How long has it been?! Who are you people?!"

     "Tim... We're you're friends—"

     "No, you're not! Is Alex still alive too?! I-Is that the Slenderman?!"

     "Who's... Alex?"

     Hoodie looked at Jane.

     "Don't worry about it, we'd rather just forget him," he murmured.

     Jane hesitated, but gave a short nod.

     Jeff pushed Hoodie out of the way and stuck his knife to Tim's neck.

     "Who are you really?!" he hissed. Terror filled Tim's cocoa brown eyes at the sight of the smiling killer. "Who is Alex? What did you do to our friend?!"

"JEFF, STOP," Slender commanded. Jeff glanced over his shoulder and hesitantly climbed off of him.

The small crowd parted, and Tim whimpered when he saw the infamous Slenderman fully.

"Child..." Slender spoke softly. "Did you forget who you are again..?"

"GODDAMMIT, THIS IS WHO I AM," Tim shouted, his frightful expression suddenly contorting with anger. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE?!"

"D-Did.. Did he just..?"

"No.."

"Jacky, what's wrong with Masky?"

"I-I don't know, Sal.."

"What makes you think that body of yours belongs to you alone?" Slender asked. Tim's angry expression returned to its fearful state for a moment, before he stood up and picked up the white mask that was laying beside him.

They all leaned forward slightly as hope rushed through the crowd of creepypastas....

...before Tim gripped the mask and chucked it at Slender.

Sally shrieked, and everyone started murmuring and panicking. Even Jeff was extremely uneasy at this.

Hoodie darted as fast as he could through the crowd to the kitchen, tore off his ski mask and vomited in the nearest trash can.

Tim kept his gaze firmly fixed on Slenderman.

"Stay out of my life, dammit," he snarled, his teeth gritting. He took a deep, shaky breath, and his voice lowered to a cracking whisper. "All I wanted was to be normal for once... Is that too much to ask for? I thought moving to Michigan would help... Then again, everything I did, I did because I thought it would help.. BUT NO. YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME, TORMENTING ME, HURTING ME. FUCK, I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVEN'T JUST ENDED THE SUFFERING YET."