Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 30. His scars...

It's been at least a week. I have hardly gotten out if bed. I can smell cigarette smoke wisp into my room every once in a while, but I hardly ever see... Or... Hear Tim.
It's strange though, I can almost feel his pain. Like ... I can feel his emotion. His distress. His hurt. I know that its because of me...
If I could just remember....

Knock knock knock

I slowly sit up on my elbow looking towards where I know the door to be. "HEYYYYYY! It's Ben... I um... Wanted to check in." Ben says. I nod slightly before feeling a weight shift on the bed. Strange... There were no footsteps...
I ignore it. "So, how's it going?" I chuckle. Ben stirs and I can just imagine his smile. "Actually fairly well. Everyone's working hard and everything. You should have seen it last night, sally got a hold of Jacks mask. It went from blue to purple." Ben laughs. I shake my head with a smile. "She likes to do that huh?" I ask.
"Oh yeah. She painted Tim's mask too." a voice chimes. Its a deep voice.
There are heavy steps and then silence before the voice sounds off like thunder above me.
"How do you feel (y/n)?" he asks.
I tilt my head a bit, "I'm doing better... But... Who are you?" I ask.
"Offender,"
"Uh.... That sounds..."
"Ignore it. Now, Ben, Slender man would like to see you in his office." he says. Within a flash the weight on my bed is lifted and Ben is out of the room.
I sigh lightly and try to sit up the rest of the way only to hiss in pain.
"Take it easy. I heard about what you did (y/n)... I don't know why you survived though, its baffling to say the least. I almost want to take you apart and analyze you, just to see exactly what you are." he states. I instantly have this uneasy feeling and the urge to curl up in the corner. "Well that's uh.... One way to say I'm strange." I say nervously.
Offender laughs "Of course I'm only joking but... You do raise a few eyebrows (y/n)..." he says rather darkly. "There are people of this world who wish you- us, all of us, harm. You being this... Strong. Surviving a practical bolt of lighting, it just, its asking for stronger opponents..." he says. I can't zero in on his meaning.. But I think he's saying that ...
"So the guys from before... Were just a tip of the iceberg?" I ask.
"If that." he states. I take a second to let it sink in, only to be met with a terrifying realisation. Even if I can't remember them... If what they say is true... Then these guys and I... We're family.
That means as soon as I can get back on my feet, I have to protect what is mine. Even if I can't see anything...
"Look kid, you're special. You can't remember it but, you can do things other people can't. Slender might be able to help that... Train you... But it'll take time. Honestly... I'm not sure how much of that time we have left..."
He says. The last part is slightly quieter as if he were not sure if he should say it. I give a nod not really knowing what else to do.
"I gave you back your sight once before... It took some consulting and a bit of help from a few friends but... Maybe I can do it again..." he says. He has hope written in his voice.
"Maybe... Is it dangerous?"
"Very."
" ... Could I die?''
"Depends..."
"We can try then."
"After your wounds have healed."

We come to an agreement and Offender leaves. I find their names to be strange... Slender man. Offender man. Ben Drowned. They're rather strange names for people to have. I shake my head lightly laying back down, not wanting to strain myself. I close my eyes and within seconds I feel myself slip away. Reality shifts from the pure black void I'm used to not seeing to a colorful sunset. I'm up in a tree with someone beside me. Tears stream down my face. Then Jeff's voice comes in... No ... What... This can't be.. Jeff? His mouth... Its... A permanent smile...

I sit up with a gasp and before I realise it its already too late. I grip my side in pain and hug myself tight hoping for it to stop. Then the door opens... Who closed it?
"(Y/n)! Gah... You have to lay down! Be careful!" Jeff's voice is filled with worry.
"You're face..."
"... (Y/n)..."
"Who... Who did that?" I ask. I don't know if I should be horrified or sympathetic. "(Y/n)... You don't remember... I did these when I was younger... Was mad at my parents and despised the world... I was almost blamed for things that weren't my fault... So.. I put a smile on my face ... I can't really be sad if I'm always smiling right?"
His words hit me like a train. He did that? Why? Did I do these myself? Are the scars on my face the result of my anger? Questions flood my head once more, and ever so quickly.
"Jeff... Can you tell me... A little about me?" I ask. I'm not really quite sure how to put it.. But I want to know a little about my past, or at least a little about these people...
"... (Y/n)..."

"So there I was just sitting in the corner sipping my beer while you and jack gang up on Toby. It was the funniest fight I've ever seen."
I chuckle a little, my pain easing. "Wait so Toby is really that annoying?"
"Ticci stands for two things. Torettes syndrom, and he knows how to TIC someone off."
That does it. Jeff has me laughing in a matter of seconds. I guess I had also forgotten how he liked to make puns hahaha.
"There's that smile..." he says. I quiet my laughing slighty and a gentle hand is placed on my cheek. I tense slightly as the bed creaks. In a moment... Jeff's lips are pressed against my forehead, and I can feel the scars. "One favor (y/n)... Never let yourself get hurt like this again..." he asks me this with such a sincere voice... I just nod and agree. Honestly... My health is in both our interests. "Get some sleep. I'll see about snatching Tim for you later if I can." with that Jeff is gone. I can almost feel his panic... He felt.. Lonely... Scared, and ... I can't make that feeling out... Huh.. Its not embarrassment... So... What could it be?

I lay down leaving my eyes open for a moment, though instinctively they close. Soon, I slip off into a dreamless sleep. I know because my thoughts go blank for about five minutes in my estimate. When I wake up, its to the smell of... Waffles?? I guess Toby had a turn this morning.

Wait...

Hey... I remember... Everyone takes turns in the kitchen, doing dishes and cooking and cleaning... Slender assigns chores... He's like the head of the mansion. And a shit load of kids... So... How's it that I'm in the mansion? What mansion is this? And... Who am I?..........

Word count: 1232

You guys are soooo weird. No complaints on how long this chapter took? And I know... I'm slacking. But here's the reason:
My boyfriends brother died of cancer right after he had a break up, his brother had just turned 11. Then I was forced to leave him because my ex was plotting suicide if I didn't choose him. Seeing as he has attempted it before.....
So... This month has been stressful.. On top of that I'm moving and a lot is changing.. I'm a little lost hahaha.