Miss Pyro (Creepypasta x Reader)

A Sticky Situation [Part 2]

(A/N) I know I haven't updated this in forever, and it's legit for ONE reason: I. Couldn't. Describe. Masky. And I think rewriting my description of him a billion times really increased my writing ability so- thanks Tim. But really couldn't you have been easier to describe? Pls? (A/N)

Dr.Clawson's cherry statement startled me, nervousness running through my spine as I straightened my posture. I couldn't help but let a sour expression creep onto my face. "Mhm.." I hummed a yes with annoyance as I glared at Tim. "Nice to see you again 'cutie'." I huffed at him, the male just responding with a hardy laugh, a deeper and almost more devious than it should have sounded.

"I don't appreciate the tone you're using, young lady." Dr.Clawson barked out lowly. "Now, you will sit down beside this young man and start to work this out. Kindly."

I sighed. Their was no way arguing with him like this, so I sat down, crossing my legs by kicking one up and lowering it back over the other. Dr.Clawson started explaining the usual "New patient" speel I had heard hundreds of times already. Instead I kept my gaze on Tim. Maybe I'll start calling him Timmy..

I took in every feature. He had a strong jaw line, a strong stubble adjusted on his more square and fitted face shape, and his eyes were a piercing dark color. He wasn't looking at me, but it almost looked like he was looking through Dr.Clawson.. He had longer, dark brown hair. It seemed pretty well taken care of, it looked like ge usually likes to keep it gelled and parted perfectly, out of his face.  He simply wore a black v-neck and dark jeans. I'd be lying if I said that shirt didn't show off his muscles well.. He looked really strong. A lot stronger than every gaurd here.. It's almost scary to think of him angry- but that won't stop us from pulling this prank!

The last detail I noticed was his yellowish brown coat, that was resting on the back of his chair. It wad pretty obvious they hadn't given him the uniform yet.. His coat only stood out to me because of how dirty it was. It was covered in dried dirt, specks of red liquid on the sleeves, and gashes. All coated in more red stains. The biggest was on the back of the coat, and it left me wondering what happened.. Tim kept playing with the brown velvet looking buttons on his jacket, almost like a fidget or boredom thing. It was almost cute.

I almost jumped when I noticed Tim turning and staring straight at me. Yeah.. Like Dr.Clawson, he was definitely looking through me.. Hope the wall is pretty.. I waited for him to speak, eyes wide like deer in headlights.

"I said. I'm Tim. And I'm sorry that I treated you so poorly earlier." He said, sounding more irritated that I apparently didn't hear him the first time. He reached his hand out for me to take and it was clear by his artificially smile how much he despised having to play nice.

Never the less, I gave a huge cheeky smile and shook his hand. "It's alright!" I giggled, trying to be as annoying ad possible. "I'm (Y/N), and I'm sorry for my tone a bit ago!" I said happily.

"Good. Now that that's done, (Y/N), why are you here?" I sighed internally, finally Dr.Clawson is helping me back on the right track.  Though I knew I'd have to make up a good lie for Timmy not to get suspicious.

"Angie," A little girl about 5 years old who loves drawing and crafts, "Told me about this really cute art project and Toby and I wanted to try it!" I explained my lie, a small and realistic smile spreading acrosd my lips as I finished, pretty proud of myself.

"Awe, alright than. You two should come show me when you're done. Angie too if she made it." Dr.Clawson said, standing up and grabbing the huge box of supplies from the nearby window sill and handing it to me.

Since it was a rule not to take the box, I quickly searched through it, grabbing glitter glue, normal glue, pink glitter, colored pencils, paperclips, and card stock paper- so it's not weird I'm only taking glue. I thanked him and quickly left.

"Oh my god I thought you died!" Toby nearly yelled when I got back. I laughed lightly amd showed off the supplies, his smile broadening seeing it. He quickly took the glue and glitter, dragging the bucket next to him on the floor. "Okay, I'll pour the glitter in now, and you stand gaurd at the door. Tell me the second you see him and I'll pour in the glue and put it in place." I nodded at his plan and waited by the door. He warned me about 10 minutes in that he was moving near Tim's door to be quicker, and to whistle or clap when I saw him.

And 10 minutes later, I saw Tim being excorted back to his room. I whistled to Toby and had to just hope he'll do alright.  Sure enough he came back to me half a minute later, a big grin on his face. Not even a minute later we heard a loud curse ring through the halls. Misson successfully.

Even though the curse was quickly followed by a yell of both our names..