(+Yandere!) Creepypastas x Fem. Readers One-shots! (#Wattys2019) Requests CLOSED

Yandere! Masky (Timothy Wright) x Fem. Reader

Requested by LJisbusyreading. Might be inspired.

Another Masky! He can be stubborn but he's like the cool guy, like Hoodie. :3

Y/n's POV
I work at a large bakery. Not that big but sure can be called fancy and grand or sort. I was in charge at the front desk and handing out orders. I have no talent in baking but this is the only job to keep me supported. I live alone. My family died long ago and I don't have any siblings. I don't know any of my cousins, aunts, uncles, or even my grandparents and friends. It was very miserable of me, I know. But I can take care of myself. I'll be fine being alone.
That's what I thought at first. I wasn't aware of the danger that awaits me.

I was standing at the desk, casually standing to wait for any customers. It's been quite empty here. I'm not sure why. Then the door openned and enterred a familiar customer. He comes often to buy our cheesecakes. He must've loved those cheesecakes we make. "Welcome, good sir. Is there anything you'd like to buy?" I kindly said, smiling. "The usual." "Cheesecakes? What flavour this time?" "I'll take red velvet, why not." "Coming up!" I said happily. I marched towards the kitchen and asked the chefs to bake a red velvet cheesecake. I came back to the desk. "Your order will come shortly. You can wait there." "Actually, we could use a chat. I'd like to know better about my favourite desk manager." he joked. I blushed. "M-me?? Desk manager...? I'm not that special. I'd at least expect you to favour chefs better." "But you're different. You're very kind and beautiful, especially with that soft voice and that charming smile you always give me. I'd never find you anywhere." he exclaimed, smirking. I blushed harder each time he complimented me. "Am I really this special...?" "You're special the way you are." he said, got closer slightly. I cleared my throat. "So, I'm Y/n. How about yours, sir?" "Call me Tim, not 'sir'." "It's a proper greeting I need to use everytime there's a customer. It's rude to call a customer by their name." "But for me, It's fine. I like it better when you call my name." he flirted with a smirk and wink. I looked away to hide my embarrassment. I could hear him chuckle. "Because I'm your friend now (ouch. Friendzoned ;w;)." he said. I calmed down and exhaled deeply. The desk bell rang and I spun around to see the cheesecake is ready. I took the cheesecake and give it to him. "Thank you for visiting today! The shop is quite desserted at the moment." "Anytime. How about we eat this cake together at my place?" "What?? But my shift isn't over yet. And I have nobody to substitute me." "Bummer. But here's my number and address. See you later." he smirked again and winked once before leaving the shop. I slightly blushed and decided to take the paper then went to drink some water.

Sometimes we'd bump into eachother but we mostly meet in the bakery. We spent so much time together. We'd sat at an empty table and chat when my shift's over. I have to be honest, he's charming and handsome. But I don't know how I feel about him. He does sometimes flirt with me which if I were blinded I'd be laughing at it, mistaking it for a joke. But overall he's friendly and kind, sometimes stubborn when it comes to stop smoking and eating cheesecake everyday. Can't be helped, I guess. Sometimes we'd meet up at the back area of the bakery, usually the parking lot area which led to a backdoor entrance that leads to the kitchen. My only wish is that I wish that my manager hadn't scolded me for being too close to a customer.

One time I asked Tim to meet up at the back area. As I waited, the manager came up to me. "L/n, we have a lot to discuss." "Uhm... Can it be quick? I need to meet someone..." "So meeting someone else is more important than your job?!" he yelled and smacked me. I rub my red cheek, holding out the stinging pain and my tears. "You know I've given you enough payment so you could keep supporting yourself. And in exchange is laziness?! Putting out that innocent act like that to others...!" he yelled and was about to hit me again but a gun shot through his forehead and fell backwards. I gasped when I saw Tim holding out a gun. I tried to run away but he shot one of my leg. I groaned and begin to cry in pain. He approached me and knelt onto me. "Why did you do that?! It hurts...!!" "If I let you escape you'll call the police." "And... you killed someone...!" "It was for you~! He hurted you. What an a**hole he is!" he yelled. I flinched but felt a soft hand on my red cheek. "Sorry if I scared you... I'm truly sorry for what I've done. But you gotta help me out of here." he explained. I lowerred my head a bit, thinking if I should help him or not coverring up a crime. But what'd he do to me if I didn't? I nodded and stood up slowly. "Alright. Let's dispose of this body."

We threw the manager's corpse to the river nearby. My hand was around Tim's shoulder, carried by him. "I'll get you fixed."
"Oww...!" I groaned. "Just hold on tight." "Oww!!" I groaned louder as he kept gently pressing cottons on my wound. Soon he bandaged my wound. He leaned to my forehead and kissed it. I blushed red at his doing. "I love you so much, Y/n. Sorry for being a bit crazy back there." "It's fine... You were just trying to protect me... right?" "Yeah. I didn't mean harm." he sat next to me. I smiled warmly at him.
"I love you too, Tim."

A nice, small, happy ending. Hope you liked it. :3