Behind that Mask... |:| Sally Face X Reader (Female) |:|

|:|Chapter 1|:| Addison Apartments

 It had been four days of long and extensive packing, but yet, after what seemed like forever, you finally finished packing. You place a small charm bracelet into the last box, with a heavy sigh of relief, you flopped carelessly on your plain and bare mattress.

"Hey!" You called out to your father, who had just finished packing himself as well. "I'm done packing!"

"Well then, that didn't take very long, now did it?" Your father stated as he walked into your room, and sat on your bed next to you.

"Hah, let me know when you got some good jokes up your sleeve." You said, grinning slightly as you sat up, basically dragging your body weight around. Damn, the strain from the last four days finally started catching up with you.

Your father laughed that hearty chuckle he had. "Sure, I'll do that. After we throw these boxes into that moving truck out there. Up we go!" Your father forced you up off your lazy ass as you groaned in protest, but still, you know you couldn't argue with him. So you got up and started dragging the heavier boxes down first.


God, what a mistake that was.

By the time you got to the last box, your back hurt so much you thought it might break any second. Your dad, being a relatively chill guy, took the box from you and waved you off to your room for some rest.

"Thank god, I was about to roll over and die there." You heaved a heavy sigh as you walked back into your room and plopped your butt back onto the empty mattress that had been your bed for as long as you could remember. Being as bored and tired as you were, you let your mind wander to wherever it wanted to.

Somewhere along the road, you got onto the topic of robo-kitties. Which reminded you of something. You slipped off the glove you wore over your left hand, to reveal a hard, cold metal shell.

You took a small dropper out of your pocket and dropped some of the liquid onto the joints in it. "Thank god for portable oil!" Your hand had begun to seize up when you were close to the last box to drag into the moving truck.

You slipped the oil dropper back into your pocket and you got up to the sound of your dad's voice calling you. "Y/N! Come on down! We're getting ready to leave!"

"Alright! I'll be down in a second!" You lazily grabbed the bags that you were going to shove in the back of your dad's truck so that you would have some snacks on the way to your new apartments. The apartments were a couple of hours away from your old home, so you knew you would want something to munch on for the drive.

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You groan at the voice that tried to awake you from your peaceful sleep. "Five more minutes...." "Y/N! Wake up! We're at the apartments!"

You hum in response and sits up, yawning. "The what...?" "The apartments! You know, the place we're living." Your dad eyed you as you sat in the passenger's seat of his truck. "And I'm not letting you sit on your lazy butt the whole time as well. So get up!"

"Oh yeah, that's right...the apartments, huh?" You gaze up at the apartment building that looms over you. You get a weird feeling, one that puts you on edge. But you just figure it's nervousness from moving, though, it certainly woke you up. "Alright, gimme a sec."

Your dad nodded as he walked over to the moving truck and began to drag boxes out and carry them into the apartment.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car, breathing in the stale air of your new home. "Well, I guess It could be worse..." You sigh and sign the sheet one of the men in the moving company handed you.

After returning his clipboard, you started to grab bags out of the bag of the van when you heard a voice behind you.

"Need some help with that?"