Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 16. Worry

Its been three weeks already and no word of masky... I'm starting to feel a little more than worried. Actually, worried doesn't even come near how scared I am. What if something goes wrong during the healing process? What if he dies? Who'll I yell at? Who will I get angry at, and want to punch and scream at? Who will tease me and steal my stuff? If I lose him, I guess... I might lose a part of me as well...
No matter how much I hate him... No matter how angry he makes me... No matter if he hates me and was going to kill me... He's still a pasta. And pastas stick together. If he dies... Everyone loses something from it.
Masky... Tim... Please be ok...

Its been a month and there's been no word about masky. I'm starting to doubt he's alive. I can't stand the thought of such a thing though.
I sigh laying back on my bed as I think over what might be going on. Is he alive? Is he ok?
Will I be ok?
I shake the thoughts away and remove my mask. No use in using it when no one will see me anyways.

Two months have passed by and only a few small reports on masky's condition have shown up. Slender keeps pretty secretive. It pisses me off.
I sit outside with my mask on and growl at myself. They stopped trying to make sure I don't leave. Guess they gave up. I stand up and walk off into the woods. Soon enough I go deeper and deeper. Even the birds have stopped chirping. There's nothing but dead silence. Its far enough away from the mansion I can scream without anyone hearing, and that's exactly what I do. I yell out as loudly as I can. I hear the flapping of wings all around me as a few birds fly off. Then everything falls quiet again.
I fall to my knees and sit there a second. With a swipe of my wrist every tree around me falls.
A clearing is made and I can't help but growl at it. I don't feel like liking anything anymore. I don't like my surroundings anymore. This place feels too much like him. Even if he is alive, without him its just so gloomy. He wasn't happy cheery excited all the time, but he was around. Toby adored him. Toby adores him. No past tense... He has to be alive...
Everything hurts. My head. My eyes. My throat. My chest. Almost everything reminds me of him. We said terrible things, we used such a strong word, and now I don't think I can even hold true to my word.
I don't hate masky. Quite the opposite actually. I like him. A lot. And I hate that. I hate that it took him almost dying to see that, to realize what I felt, to admit it. What if we were too late? What if he's stuck in a coma, and will never wake up? What happens then? When we decide we have to pull the plug, will he even remember my last words to him? Did he hear me when I said I didn't mean it? Or did it not matter?... Whatever the case, I need to see him again. I need to tell him again, so I know, so he knows, because if something were to happen to him, he would die believing a lie. I don't want that. I don't want to hear it. I don't want that to happen. Not to masky. Not in such a negative way. Not ever. I want him to be alright... But what good does that do if he still thinks I hate him?
I guess it doesn't matter that much though, not to him at least. He said he hates me. If its true, then he'll say it again, but I guess, until then, I'll just keep wondering.

"How long has it been since then, (y/n)?" Toby asks me. We sit on a log in the clearing I made, I sigh looking up towards the sky. "Too long. Its already been three months and two weeks....Toby... Have you ever said something to someone? And never gotten the chance to make it right?" I ask, turning to look at him. He lets out a small breath, "yeah. And they still hate me for it." he admits. I nod to him. I look down at the ground silently cursing myself for even saying the word.
"(y/n)! Toby! Come quick!" Jeff yells out. He's running towards us when he stops and slides a bit waving at us to follow. He waved towards the mansion. I immediately felt panicked. "What is it? Is there something wrong?" I ask. I stand up with Toby quickly and start running after Jeff as he starts heading back. Soon all three of us are sprinting for the mansion. "Nothing is wrong. But you might want to see this." he explains. I take a second before nodding. It couldn't be could it?
We get back and I turn my sense up. Looking around I can't see anything out of the ordinary.
I turn it down again and we reach the door. Jeff swings the doors open and rushes upstairs.
Everyone is piled into masky's room. It isn't... It is! Its him! Masky! He's back! He's back! I was so worried and I... I...
We make it to his room and everyone clears out. Toby and Jeff rush in to see him but I stand in the doorway. I want to walk in, and see him. Tell him I'm sorry. But I can't make it past the frame. Everything is jumbled up and wrapped around my neck. My words die in my throat. My body refuses to budge. I completely shut down.
After a good few minutes Toby and Jeff leave. Jeff pats my shoulder and pretty much begs me to go in without even saying a word.
I take the hint and slowly make my way over to Tim, who lay motionless on the bed. His breathing is steady and his aura is calm. He must be asleep.
I sit beside him on the bed and lean over him. I scan over his face and although I don't know exactly what he looks like, I know his outline. He was smoking once and the heat from it was enough to see his features, to an extent.
I almost wanted to put my hand on his cheek, but I decided against it. "Masky. Even if you're asleep, I wanted to tell you, while I have some courage, that..." I hesitate a second before continuing. "I don't hate you. I was just angry. I know its dumb that it took me this long but, I just... I was so scared... To lose you... For the past three months, I've done nothing but worry. I don't know what state you're in... I just know you're healing. Please, just know that I was wrong. Hate me if you will... But please keep in mind that, if you ever need me, I'm here. I will always help you when you're in trouble. Who else would I have to call names if I let you die huh?" I chuckle a bit. I can't see him, or anything on him, but I can see his aura rising and falling with his chest. I sigh lightly and reach for his cheek. I let my hand run across it and feel his scruffy little chin. And without thinking I move my hand up to move a hair away from his forehead, although I only guessed around where it was. Its hard "seeing" him like this. Knowing he's hurting so badly. At first, I thought I wanted it, his pain was so pleasing to think of. But now, its a disturbing thought. It hurts. Worse than any blade or bullet. Acid or fire. Which I should know plenty about.
I look him over a second before moving my mask to the side and planting a kiss on his forehead. As I back up I feel him shift. I almost grin but before I get the chance I feel a harsh tug on my shirt and I'm pulled back down. I take a second to process the situation but when it hits me, I'm instantly relieved. Masky wasn't asleep. And to top it off he felt the same. He pulled me into a kiss and if that doesn't say "I like you too" I don't know what does. We break the kiss to breathe and I instantly hug him. I burry my face in his chest and lay there with him. "Don't ever do that again masky..." I growl. He chuckles, "which part? Pretending I'm asleep and ease dropping, or almost dying?" he asks snarkily. I roll my eyes even if he can't see, "the latter." I say. He wraps his arms around me and laughs softly. "Then lets make a deal. I promise to be more aware and more careful, if you promise me, promise me, you will never hate me." he says. I nod. "I have a deal. You shut up and cuddle me and I won't slap you for pulling stunts like that." I snarl. He laughs a little more, "ok ok!" and holds me tighter. "Good night (y/n)." he says lightheartidely. I smile and hug him tighter nuzzling into his chest.
I don't want to let go. I lost him once. No way in hell am I going to lose him again.

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