Creepy Pasta stories

Maybe just one slice (Masky X Reader)

~Evening~

Your POV.

        You had just left your friends house. You both had a movie day with some other friends and your favoritefriend Seth was supposed to give you a ride home, but before you got out the door his Camaro sped off down the street. He left you to go race his girlfriend in her mustang that her rich fucking dad just bought her. You loved all your friends, but one thing you hated was that their parents babied them to much. Almost everyday they had something new and yet you were always left out. When ever they wanted to show off to people they called everyone, but you. It actually pissed you off. So you stormed off and started walking towards the woods since well it was a faster way to your house. Just as you were about to hit the trail your friend yelled your name so that she could give you a ride home, but you didn't want it you forgot who your "friends" were you were going to get new friends. You were a Senior in High school and had about 2 weeks left before you graduated. You lived on the rich part of town and you liked it a lot, but sometimes the people who you went to school with got a little to rowdy at night. You entered the forest, but you soon regretted going through it. It was already 9 and it was dark not that you didn't like the dark, but a killer was about and the last trace of him being seen was in the woods that you were in. You kept walking , but kept hearing footsteps and leaves and sticks cracking behind you. You could soon see your house in the distance since you parents left the light on for you. As you neared the house someone jumped on you and you fell face first into the dirt. "WHAT THE HELL MAN" You weren't pleased and who ever it was was terribly thin. The person flipped you over and there before your eyes was the mysterious killer you feared to run into.

"Don't...b...be...sc...scare..I....won't...hurt...y...you"

"Hurt me, I'm more scared that you will kill me."

"I..w..won't..do.e..either"

"So then why did you tackle me"

"Because..y..your...b..beautiful...and..I...wanted..to..ask..if ..you..if ...you..w...wanted..t.to...c.come..hang..out"

"Why would I hang out with a Killer you probably have friends at your house who could kill me or other things!"

"1 I..k..know...y...you Y/N.2..t..they...w.w won't...t..ouch..you..on my watch"

"How do you know my name creep"

        The mysterious killer then reached into the top of his jacket and pulled out a necklace that looked almost too small. It had a silver chain and in the center was a little heart in the center with writing that was written in crayon possibly colored. The writing was sloppy kind of like a little kid wrote it. But as you narrowed your eyes you read the writing. It was hard to see, but the little light from a light helped you read it . It said "Tim X Y/n". You were in shock when you looked up the teen had taken off his mask and you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You remembered him the short brown locks and darkish blue eyes that you adored when you were only 6 there in front of you was your elementary crush Tim. You remembered the day you gave him the necklace.

~FLASHBACK~

        Timothy was a new student at "Rose-ville Elementary School". He was short and thin almost too thin. He had short brown hair that was just adorable and to top it off he had piercing  blue eyes the kind that just staring at them made you wanna crumble from the cuteness. He wore Blue jeans and an orange jacket that was a little to big for him. Mrs. Anderson addressed him to the class and as she did he stood there with his head facing away from the class and his right arm was rubbing his left. You could tell he was shy,The class bullies just snickered and chatted to one another. You knew who they were talking about. There was about 4 open chairs that the teacher could choose from for him to sit at. One was beside you second was with the bullies, third was with the girls who obsessed too much over cute boys and finally one with the geeks. Before Mrs. Anderson could tell him where she wanted him to sit you jumped out of your seat holding your hand high above you and you scream "Mrs. Anderson he can sit with me!" Tim jumped when you screamed out and you noticed this and calmed down. Mrs. Anderson tried to walk him to his chair , but he wouldn't go no where. When she tried to grab his arm he got scared and booked it out of the room. You felt bad for him, you wondered if he was abused at home. You shot out of your chair after Timothy, but you couldn't without the bullies yelling "Y/N's GOT A CRUSH ON THE NEW KID". You didn't care you liked the new kid and felt bad for him. It took you some time to find him, but you found him sitting in a corner under a table that was set outside the Kindergarten rooms so teachers could individually help out kids, You walked over to him. He was balled up in the corner with his legs to his chest and he was crying. You slowly walked over to him and crouched down so you could see him.