Masky x reader

Ch. 8

Arctic winds pushed against the two as they paced the woods, hunting for any who would dare trespass. Winter had recently settled in, and they sported several layers under their respective jackets to brace the cold.
"Should we just cut through the last part? It's way too cold out here to be out for this long," one complained, teeth chattering behind his mask.
"Sorry, I'm not getting in trouble with the boss for skipping out because of cold weather," Hoodie answered, not even sounding like he was cold. How, one might ask? Masky sure wanted to know. He gave a sharp huff, but kept going even as his legs were getting stiff.

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"I swear there's gonna be frost on my jacket by now," Masky remarked as he walked in the door to the, surprisingly not cold, mansion.
"You're really not a cold weather person, are you?" Hoodie laughed, rubbing his hands together to regain feeling.
"I would be if it wasn't so cold," he muttered under his breath, at which Hoodie breathed out a chuckle and shook his head.
Masky wondered what (Y/n) would be doing in this weather. She had told him recently that she preferred the winter because she loved snow, although it hadn't come yet, only the wind and frost so far. He banished the thought. If he wanted to keep her safe, he couldn't think about her around the mansion, or around the Slenderman. Hoodie caught his look, nodded in understanding.

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(Y/n) sat perched at the window, homework balanced in her lap, as she watched the first flakes of snow float down. Before it started she had been sketching snowflakes on her papers, completely disregarding her work. After all, it wasn't due until next week, and she could afford to put it off. The sunlight tinted pink as it prepared to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the fresh snow. She couldn't help but miss her new friend, even though she didn't even know him all that well. Just as she realized this, however, she spotted a familiar figure just inside the woods. He paused to lean against a frozen tree, obviously not expecting the snow that fell off and onto his head in response. (Y/n) watched, shoulders shaking with restrained laughter as Masky almost fell in shock as the pile weaved its way into his coat, and she could practically hear him curse in response. Maybe I'll offer him some hot cocoa, she resolved, as he made his way to the front door, as they had agreed he should start doing, if not just to keep the neighbors from seeing him.
(Y/n) sprang down the steps, herself arriving at the door just moments behind Masky. He hardly got the chance to knock before she swung the door open, his fist raised still as she did.
"You in the mood for hot chocolate?"
"Only if you've got a place for me to dry my clothes," he countered, gesturing to his cool, damp jacket. (Y/n) smiled, shaking her head in amusement.
"Deal." She took his hand, leading him to the laundry room, leaving him there (after he very clearly insisted he knew how to work the dryer) to start up the drinks.

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Do I tell her? Masky's thoughts were at odds, to warn her or to cherish the time they had. No, he couldn't start thinking like that, there was nothing to say their time was limited, that the boss would ever find out. Ugh, how was he supposed to choose? Taking his mind off of the subject for a while, he focused solely on the dryer, which he had no idea how to use, only pausing to listen to (Y/n) in the kitchen. The clang of ceramic and tinkling of a spoon stirring in a mug calmed him, slowed his heart, soothed the fight or flight reflexes the internal argument had wrought. He felt as though he could stay there forever.

Why not?

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Soooooo sorry about the long wait!!!
I hope this makes up for at least some of it... I kinda made this a holiday special, so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do!
- Vanilla0408