Changeling (Discontinued...For Now?)

C.2

Hello there! Jedi here with another update, uh, this is for the one person that seemed to have enjoyed this, this is for you, thank you!! Enjoy.
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Y/N's P.O.V:
I woke and immediately fell into the same bland routine. Wake up, shower, dress, tidy up, and LEAVE. I didn't like my father in the mornings, and it was a Tuesday, already a bad day. I had a phone, which my mother had almost literally fight for, so I always texted my mother good morning and a "Love you!" Every morning, school was the same, keep your head down, do your work, sit alone and stay quiet. I had no problems that day, other than the usual bullies, *cough* half the school *cough*, but I was pretty much used to it, the numbness I felt in my heart really helped. So yep, average day for not so average y/n. It was only when school ended that I truly felt something was wrong.

I began walking home, taking the same bland, boring street I always took, then I turned onto the dead street that my house rested on, there were about three blocks that consisted of the "dead zone", and usually I didn't really mind. Then I felt them, eyes on my back, burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. Usually I tend to attract attention because of my appearance but this type of attention felt different, almost frightening. My pace quickened and I could hear light footsteps behind me, slow and almost teasing. I paused, and the footsteps abruptly stopped. I walked a few more feet until I heard the footsteps start up again before I whirled my fist connecting with the nose of whoever was behind me.

"OW!" They roared, the voice sounded male. I backed up my fists still in a defensive position and finally got a good look at this guy. He was actually rather tall, taller than me by maybe a good foot. He had a brown and blue striped hoodie, the hood pulled up. He had his hand pressed over his nose, which I saw, smiling with satisfaction, was bleeding profusely. His appearance got weirder from there, he had bright orange goggles splattered with blood, I assumed it was his. He also had on a mouthguard pulled up so that only his goggled eyes were showing. My gaze landed on his belt and the two hatchets strapped to it. One of them had a bright orange handle, the other was plain wood, they dripped with fresh crimson blood. Eyes wide behind my painted mask, I turned and sprinted. I resisted the urge to scream as I fled, I didn't even want to check to see if he was behind me. I made sure to take a few wrong turns and to slip through a few alleyways to make sure that if he was following me I wouldn't directly lead him to my house, and also so that I would lose him in the dead alleyways.

Finally, I made it back and quietly crept into the house, making sure not to wake my father who was passed out on the couch. I went upstairs to my mother's room, knocking on the door before I walked in. "Hey Mom," I whispered to her as she perked up and closed the book she was reading. She was bundled in the covers always cold. She was diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago, her health declined and the doctors said that she would be lucky to be able to live the rest of the year, its May.

"Hey, sweetie," she whispered back, we both knew my father was a light sleeper. " How was school?"

I plastered on a fake smile that sadly, I had become used to showing, " It was fine, the usual, very boring."

"I see, well go finish your homework, I'm making you're favorite tonight." She whispered with another dazzling smile.

"Alright, love you."

"Love you more."

"Love you most."

Another smile and I stepped out, my face fell back into another natural mask of sorrow. I looked down at the thin, painted, porcelain mask in my hand. A wave of disgust flowed over me, I had to wear this abomination, I was a monster, a freak, an outcast. I trudged back to my room before I threw the mask onto my cot, and swore. I swore lowly and viscously making sure to keep my voice quiet. A deep discomfort spread through my chest, pressing onto my lungs as if a large weight had been pressed against my chest, I stopped leaning against the wall to try and wait out the ache. After it went away I broke down sliding down the wall and curling up into a hideous, pathetic ball of tears. Spent, i whimpered, before reinforcing my protective ball, and slipping into unconsciousness, awaiting the nightmares soon to come.

Toby P.O.V:

SHE F****ING BROKE MY NOSE!!! She just whirled and punched me!! Sure I was stalking her, but still! Not cool. When she whirled she got a good look at me and ran, I didn't bother running after her, especially when I saw how fast she was. I also got a good look at her though, and I was intrigued, she was wearing a white hoodie and jeans in MAY, which honestly shocked me. She also wore a mask, it didn't look that different from Masky's but it looked prettier, and maybe even fancier since the sun glinted off it in a way different from sun glinting off cheap plastic, *cough* Masky's mask *cough*. She had black splattered across the mask like freckles and the upper lip of the mask was also painted. Definitely a weird fashion choice. She didn't scream when she ran, also surprising me, since that's what most tended to do when I showed up, it was sort of discouraging, was I loosing my touch? Nonsense, I'd only been an official proxy for about 3 years, and I snapped 4 years ago, so I wasn't that old. (Sorry, quick note, in this Toby is 18, as are you, I know it's a big age difference I'm sorry but just roll with it.)

I sighed and turned to make my way back to the mansion, great I got beat up by a girl, I scowled, not cool man, not cool at all.

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