Creepypasta,Marble Hornets & Slenderverse Oneshots w/ Male Reader

: Brian Thomas 'Hoodie' X Male Reader : "Who I used to be."

Had it been so long already?

You were sure it was, you knew he was gone. With Alex, Jay, and so many others that had died, Tim left without a notice. How were you involved? You were Jay's little brother, and you were always in the background of everything. It wasn't until some of the later entries when Alex kidnapped you that you became relevant.

Before all of this, you accompanied Jay with Alex, Brian and Tim to all these locations to film. When Jay wasn't feeling well, you held the camera or often made sure nobody else got into the shots when they were filming.

When Alex had kidnapped you, it was a surprise. He was always like a fatherly figure to you, and for him to threaten you with a gun broke something inside you. Your hope and joy had shattered like porcelain against concrete, and now you were an empty shell. The sad part was the man who came to rescue you, you didn't know him. It was someone wearing a spray-painted mask underneath a yellow hoodie.

After that your life was a dull one, you lived in an apartment just outside a highway. It wasn't near any city, besides the heavy woods that surrounded the highway; and cars never drove past. To get to the city took a long drive, so most of the time when you wanted food you just ordered grubhub or some delivery service.

You made money from your mother who owned a company with more than several locations that sold fast-food; she paid your rent/bills and any loans you may have had. You were lucky to have her as a mother. She adopted you when you were little, when your REAL parents were unable to handle a child for whatever reason being.

You got extra money from her occasionally, as she helped you out more than anything you'd ever been able to handle on your own. You got extra money for personal needs for food and such from a job you had in the apartment itself, the landlord paid you to clean around the other apartments while they were waiting for tenants.

There was always an apartment that was vacant, it was the one in the basement. To your knowledge it was never used and you never had to go inside of it; it had no windows and was the oldest room in the entire complex. You didn't know why it was vacant, but you were about to find out why.

The landlord had send you a voicemail telling you that you had to clean it up and make sure everything was up and running, such as the water and the lights. It was almost time for you to make your way down, and you had showered just an hour previous. Your hair was slowly drying, and you were wearing glasses.

Just a year ago when you'd looked the operator straight on, your eye sight had gotten worse just in a day. You had to get a prescription for glasses since then (if you don't already have them), so it was kind of hard to get used to them. Looking yourself in the mirror, you wore a black long-sleeve shirt with heavy duty camo pants and combat boots. On second thought, you looked like an e-boy.

You grabbed a flashlight and a few other tools that you carried around in a bag, and exited your apartment. Walking towards an elevator, you pressed the button that went down. It was the only way to enter the basement.

As the doors opened, you entered and used the basement key on a button; the button to the basement apartment had a key-hole on it, which surprised you as you knew that it meant it was restricted for anyone but the landlord to enter. Of course, until he gave you the key. The elevator shook a little which startled you, but it settled on the bottom-most floor and creaked as the doors slowly opened.

You grabbed your flashlight and entered, searching for a light switch on the walls. 'No light-switch,' You took this mental note as you slowly looked around with the bright flashlight now turned on. The room you had entered, possibly the front entrance room, had old vintage wallpaper with white sheets covering 2 side tables with lamps, a couch, and a grand piano situated in the very back just by a doorway to the kitchen.

Walking adjacent into the living room, the only thing that wasn't covered in a sheet was a heavy-duty desk that had a type-writer and a record player sitting on it while coated in a big layer of dust that made it hard to see what they used to look like. "Weird.." You turned slightly, finally finding a light-switch that seemed to be out of place in terms of all the vintage technology that resided in the apartment.

Turning off your flashlight once the lights were on, you were finally in the kitchen. None of the appliances were on, which was you job to run them and make sure they were working. Dave, your boss and landlord, had installed new appliances such as a fridge, oven, dishwasher, and sink. The entire kitchen looked completely out of place like how the light-switch did.

As you made sure they were all working, the next room that was up was the bathroom. You gulped, hoping the lights would work as the hall leading to the bathroom was very much dark. You'd need to tell Dave that the lights in the hall weren't working.

As you walked closer and closer to the bathroom, something didn't feel quite right. The lights were on as you could see it peering out through underneath the door. Your hands began to shake as you reached for the doorknob, and as you took a deep breath you quickly opened the door. You expected a jumpscare of some kind, but that wasn't it. It was the same man you saw that saved you from Alex, the man in the hoodie with the strange mask.

You backed away and nearly fell back, he took a step forward with a camera in his hand; you looked back and coincidentally hit your head on the corner that turned to the hall way. You fell back, as you'd hit it so hard that you blacked out.

- - - - - - - -

You woke up with a headache, and your vision was affected by it as you were dizzy as well. You couldn't remember at first what had happened but then you realized when you thought a little harder.

You tried to sit up and look around you; in some way you thought it was a good idea until you felt something fall off your chest. It was a blanket, how had you not realized it was there? Perhaps it was because you were sweating all over, considering this basement had no air conditioning still.

There was someone vaguely close to a chair nearby, watching you intently. This made you jump and back away in fear, as they held their arms up in a surrender as to let you know they were friendly. This calmed you down slightly, but you were still shocked by the fact he had carried you over to a couch and took the sheet off to cover you up!

First of all, why the hell did he care? Why did he save you the first time, and why didn't he speak? Why did he save you a second time?? All these questions riled in your mind, swirling around; you wanted to ask but felt as if you'd be rude to ask suddenly.

"Thank you.." You ended up only saying this and in a soft voice too. He looked over at you once more as he'd been looking at a camcorder in his hands, and despite that he'd been silent this whole time he finally said something.

"You're welcome, (Y/n)." If you weren't mistaken it sounded as if he was smiling behind his mask, you could hear it in his voice; after all this time he'd never gotten thanked which you knew so, due to his voice. Though it was only 3 words, it told a whole story to you; one that had a beginning with no end in sight, his story was still going.

You knew that voice, you knew who it was and you felt surprise when you'd heard it; because you knew he was supposed to be dead and that him being here now would've been a whole new miracle in your book.

"Yeah.. Brian, thank you."