Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 9. What The Hell?!

Jeff and I start heading out the door when I get an uneasy feeling. My heart feels like its going to burst open. I wish I could pretend it's all just a horror film with Jackson, but there isn't any sugar coating it. I'm going with a killer to commit a crime beyond imagining. Why...why me?

We reach the edge of the forest surrounding the mansion and Jeff holds his arm out stopping me in my tracks. "Are you coming Tim?" he asks. I whip my head around to see a figure creeping up on us. "Yeah..." says the all too familiar voice. I growl.
"What the hell Jeff?! Why is he here?!" I snap. Jeff shrugs. I feel an electric build up and I take a breath. If they find out, I don't know what will happen. Moreover, they are killers, who is to say they won't kill me? Can I even defend myself with this?
I sigh, "fine...if he comes then I stay at least ten foot away at all fucking times. Got that? Masky?" I snark. I hear an almost breathy sound come from him.
A laugh?
I choose to ignore masky and keep my distance. I hop over trees and rocks and jump around pleasantly while still feeling his eyes on me. Masky is watching me, and Jeff is doing about the same. "You almost seem excited to be going to your first kill (y/n). You sure you aren't a pasta?" Jeff teases. "psh. No. I dunno, maybe." I joke. Jeff and I laugh and joke around until reaching the house. We had been walking for hours almost. I would say its almost night from the chirping of crickets all around us. It all just seems surreal. A figure crouched low holding a Smokey knife shaped item, jeff, and another figure a little behind us stands behind a tree, masky... Jeff raises his arm, "shh" he shushed. He actually shushed. Like, for reals? I guess he was getting ready to strike, and boy do I wish I had not assumed that. Jeff rushes to the back of the house and starts climbing something I cannot see. It leads up and then stops. Then he lifts his leg and disappears. Guess he found a window... I can feel my gut turning at the thought of whoever is in there. There's a small sound like a scream before its nothing but silence. Even the crickets went quiet. I rush to the window and climb up whatever Jeff had. Following his movements. I climb inside to see a figure laying dead, the energy draining, and another figure leaned over it. Who is who??? I quickly try and make out who is where. "jeff?" I ask. The person turns to me, "yeah?" he replies. "I...is...are they...dead?" I ask. A soft nod and I can feel his smile. Its him alright... An uncomfortable feeling washes over me right before a woman burst in, "Darrell?!" she screams. I panic looking at her, arms raised feet turned ready to make a break for it. I rush to her grabbing my knife and swiftly warping behind her. Warping as in I got behind her without her noticing it. I'm fast when I panic that's for sure. But I also lose sight of what I am doing and who I am. And right now, all I know is I need to shut her up. I hold her mouth shut with my left hand and the blade I kept in my pocket to her throat, "one more word out of you and I'll kill you where you stand." I growl. At this point I can't retreat, even if I stop I will always remember what I almost did. And it wouldn't make sense to the creepypasta. They wouldn't understand... They wouldn't understand I'm blind but not useless. They wouldn't understand me. (If you are gay/bi/trans/etc. Insert "they wouldn't understand I am gay/trans/bi/etc.") all of my fear and anger build up and I start shaking. I can feel myself, my conscious...I'm about to snap in two...I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, I can hear every thought clearly... Its chilling... The woman starts crying and trying to scream into my hand. "I said..." I start to speak and in that moment she stops crying and holds her breath, "not to say another word," I continue with a slice. I feel warm liquid running down my hands and forming in my eyes. The blood on my clothes was enough to make me want to faint. The tears wailing in my eyes made it even harder to stay awake. "Wow, maybe you're one of us after all..." Jeff chimes. I fall silent as I stare at the fast fading energy of the woman. What have I done .....? I almost fall to my knees when I realize Jeff has come to my side. "Come on. Lets get back to the mansion before police arrive or something." Jeff says. I look to masky who had climbed in the window at some point and he simply nods. I hold in every tear possible and nod back.

We get back to the mansion and everyone is staring at me. I'm covered in blood holding a bloody knife and, of course, a smiling Jeff trotting happily behind me. My mask must have blood on it too... Gotta get that cleaned... I think to myself. Slender teleport to me and pats my shoulder, "just as planned. Good work (y/n)." he says. Only I can hear, which makes this less hard but it still hurts. I just killed someone. This isn't ok. This isn't right. I could have tried to kill Jeff and masky, instead I killed her... What is wrong with me? I don't say anything to slender but he already knows my thoughts. Everything to me right now is depressing. This mansion has gone from feeling like home back to being my prison. Just when I'm starting to warm up to the pastas everything happens and I hate them. I hate that they can do this and not feel guilty but feel proud. They don't feel sad but happy, not disgusted butnpleasured by killing people. It makes me sick. I see what they are... They're monsters...all of them...even little sally. She is a messed up kid garunteed. I smack away slenders hand and walk up stairs back to my room. Heh, I say it like its a place I should want to be...
Shutting the door I feel everything tearing me apart. I press my forehead to the door and let tears fall. Not a sound made nor breath shaky. Just silent crying as I realize what I've done. What I am. What I have become. Thunder starts rolling outside and I sigh regaining my strength. I straighten my jacket and fix my mask wiping all liquid off off the inside and outside from where my tears had escaped. I dry my face and walk over to my bed. I notice fabric that shouldn't be there as I sit down. Its a change of clothes, simple flannel it feels like and new jeans. I take them careful not to get blood on them and head to the bathroom. A shower is well deserved, the faster I get the blood off the better. It smells like iron, and death. I almost want to gag at the thought. Jackson...where are you...I'm sorry I couldn't get away to come find you...I'm sorry I'm not there... Please....forgive me Jackson...I did something very wrong... I find myself inside the bathroom apologising to no one. A hot bath is a blessing right now. I start up the water and hop in. Its hot, scolding even. Pleasant and relaxing.
I finish my shower and head for a towel. I dry off quickly and throw on the clothes. I always wear flannels... Heh...cowboy/cowgirl little country thing. All I need is a hat and a pieve of hay.
I head back to my room refreshed but wounded. My heart has had enough for the next week...or month... Anymore of this and I might explode.
With this I lock my door and return to bed. Nothing more I want to do but sleep. What the hell have I done...What the hell is wrong with me... Just... What the hell...

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