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Masky - Found in the woods

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Y/N POV

You inhale the cold, winter air as you walk through the woods.

It was a cold, december night. You decided to take a walk in the woods to clear your mind of your parents' recent deaths. You sigh and frown. Then you hear something.

A sob?

You walk towards the sound. You see a little boy, about 4 or 5, sitting and curled up into a ball with a mask next to him.

"Um, hello?" The boy's head snaps up and he backs away.

"N..o, no! G-G...o a..wa..y!" He cries.

"Woah, hey. I wasn't gonna hurt you.." You say calmly. He looks up at you. Your (e/c) eyes showed kindness. You kneel down.

"Come here." You crouch down and hold your hand out, as if he were an animal. He cautiously takes it. You help him stand.

"What's your name, little one?" You ask.

"..." He's silent.

"Um.. I'm Y/N." He looks at you.

"Y..../N..." He says quietly.

"Yes, that's right." You smile kindly at him. He looks up at you. His brown eyes showed caution and fright.

"... T...im..ot...hy."

"Timothy?" You ask. "Is that your name?" He nods.

"Well, Timothy. Would you mind telling me why you're out here all alone? Its dangerous."

"G..ot... L....os...t.."

"You got lost?" He nods again.

"Do you have any family?" He shakes his head.

"No... Fa...mil...y.." He looks down.

"How about you come home with me? I'll take care of you." He looks up the moment you said home. He hesitates, but nods.

"Y-Y..es... P..lea...se.." You pick him up and stand up straight.

"Come on little one." You walk back through the woods, finding the exit rather quickly. You walk on the sidewalks all the way back to your home. It was nothing special. It was a medium-sized home, with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 1 kitchen, and then a few feet of yard with a small pond out back. You enter the house, the warmth starting to warm you up. Timothy looks up at you.

"H..om..e?" He tilts his head.

"Yup." You boop his nose. He lets out a hoarse giggle. You smile softly at him. You set him down. He stumbles a bit, but catches himself from falling by holding onto the leg of your jeans. You giggle and shut the door. He lets go and looks around.

"Pr..e...tty.." You giggle.

"Thank you." He smiles.

"Come on, how about we give you a bath?" He nods. You pick him up once more and take him upstairs to your younger brother's old room, who had unfortunately died when he was only about 5. You shake your head.

"Is... Y/N.... O...ka..y?" You look at Timothy. You smile.

"I'm alright." You reply as you take him into the bathroom. You set him down on the tiled floor. You turn on the water to the bathtub. It slowly fills. You shut off the water once it was half filled.

"Think you can undress yourself?" You ask Timothy. He nods. He unzips his tattered jacket, setting it on the ground. He takes off his shirt. Your eyes widen. He was cut and bruised, and you could see his ribs. You kneel down.

"Oh my.." He looks up at you.

"H...ung...ry.." He whines.

"Oh, you poor thing... After your bath, how about we can get you something to eat?" He lights up at that idea.

"O-Ok..ay!" He exclaims. You giggle. He finishes undressing himself. You lift him up and set him into the bath. He giggles. You start to wash him. Once finished, you stand up.

"Stay here, alright?" He nods. You exit the bathroom, going over to James's (your younger brother's) old dresser. You grab some clothes and go back into the bathroom. You grab a towel. You pick Masky up and dry him off. You dress the small boy.

"Hey, Timothy?" You question. He looks up and tilts his head.

"How old are you exactly?"

"F...i...ve.." He mutters hoarsely. You pick him up.

"How about we get you something to eat? Then we can clean those nasty wounds." He nods. You suddenly hear a small crash from downstairs, making Masky flinch.

"Oh no.." You mutter. You walk downstairs. You see Toby. He looks up at you.

"A-AH! MOM! I-I.. Uh.. Sorry..." He apologizes. You see a mess of broken glass. You sigh. Toby hangs his head.

"Here, hold on Timothy. I promise we'll make you something to eat." You set him down on the couch.

"Toby, come here." He slowly walks over to you. You kneel down to the four year old's height.

"How did you break the vase?" You ask.

"I.. I r-ran into it.. Sorry..." He refuses to glance up at you. You sigh softly.

"It's alright, Toby. I know you didn't mean to." Toby looks up at you and nods.

"C'mon, you hungry?" You ask. Toby nods. You stand back up and grab Timothy again. He curiously glances at Toby.

"Ooh! Mom! Mom! Who's t-that?!" Toby asks curiously, bouncing up and down around your feet.

"Heheheh. Goofball. This is Timothy. He's gonna be living with us." Toby grins excitedly.

"Yay!" He goes into the kitchen. You giggle. Masky lies his head on your shoulder. You go into the kitchen where Toby sat excitedly. You giggle and set Timothy down across from him.

After dinner

You look at Timothy. He was curled up next to you.

"Mm... H-H...ur..ts.." He whimpers. He was holding his stomach in pain. You pick the small boy up.

"Its alright, c'mon. How about we all go to bed? It seems like we need it." You glance over at Toby, who was asleep on the ground. You take Timothy upstairs into James's old room.

"Would you mind sleeping in here?"

"N..o... I... Do...n't.. M......i...nd." He says. You nod and set him down on the bed as you walk over and grab some pajamas. You walk back over to Timothy.

"Want help getting undressed?" He shakes his head.

"I.. Can... D..o.. It.." His voice started having less pauses in between words, and was a little louder and confident. You nod.

"Alright." He gets undressed, then puts on the pajamas. You giggle and kneel down.

"The shirt is backwards, silly." Timothy blushes from embarrassment.

"O-Oo..ps." You help him with the shirt so its facing the right way this time.

"Heheh. Goodnight Tim." You kiss the top of his head. You set him on the bed and tuck him in.

"Good...night.. Mom.." He falls asleep. You smile. You go back downstairs and grab Toby. He twitches and cuddles against you. You shake your head with a smile. You walk upstairs and go into your old room where Toby slept. You set him down on the bed and tuck him in. You kiss the top of his head before leaving and going into your new room, which was your parents' old one. You change into comfortable PJ's, which consisted of a (f/c) shirt and fuzzy (f/c) PJ pants. You slip into bed and fall into a peaceful sleep.