You'll learn to love me. (Yandere! Masky x reader)

Chapter 17

I silently enter the bedroom, keeping my gaze low to the floor. I hear Masky entering after me and shutting the door behind me after he's inside. "Sit." I hear him commanding me. He sure can be threatening when he wants to. I shuffle over to the bed and take a seat on the side of the bed. My eyes are still pinned to my feet. I'm terrified, to be honest. My hands are trembling on my lap. I can feel Masky's shadow engulfing me completely. I don't have the guts to look up. "(Y/n)," his voice is rough and deep. "Look up." I shiver at the tone of his voice. Building up courage, I lift my head up to look at Masky. That mask startles me every time I see it. My eyes tear up as I clench the bottom of my shirt to prevent myself from breaking down. "I'm sorry." I know he told me to stop apologizing, but what else can I do here? I feel like he's going to punish me for something I don't even know I did. Masky lets out a questioning hum. "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry." My voice comes out as a meek, soft whisper. Masky is silent for a bit before letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh sunshine, nothing to be sorry for." He lifts his mask over his head to bend down and press his lips against my forehead. "I just want to know, what did Dylan ask you about?" Masky takes a seat next to me on the bed, placing an arm around my shoulder as if trying to give me the confidence to talk. I furrow my brows in confusion. Why does he suddenly talk about Dylan? "What-...What do you mean?" I stutter, quickly shifting my gaze to the floor. Masky smiles at me.

"Before I arrived at your apartment yesterday, Dylan was with you. I'm sure he asked you a few things." He simply states. How can he possibly know that he came to ask questions? It's something so particular, he can't just randomly guess that out of the blue. As much as I want to ask him how he knows all of that, I decide not to for my own sake. "Well..." I trail off. I can feel Masky's gaze bore into my frame. "About the, uh... disappearances at my work." I clear my throat. Something about Masky's vibe today feels unnerving. "And?" He urges me to go on, pulling me closer to him until I'm pressed up against his body. "A-And..." I repeat his words with a shaky voice. Is he suspecting me of something? "I th-think..." My mouth runs dry as I bite my bottom lip. "I think he was suspecting me of being the culprit." I mutter out my words with clear nervousness in my tone. Masky makes a soft understanding noise as I fumble around with my fingers. Why does he want to know? "Alright, well," Masky places a hand on my upper thigh to hoist himself up onto his feet. "I was thinking if-" Masky was cut off by scratching sounds at the door, followed by loud mewling. Ah, Whiskers, of course! Masky let out some sort of annoyed grunt. "Damn cat," he sneers. Guess he's not a big fan on furry pets. I keep my gaze focused on the door. I really want to let Whiskers in, but...

The click of a door being opened made me snap out of my thoughts. Next thing I know, I feel something pounce onto my lap without giving me any time to react. "A-Ah-!" I squeak out of surprise when I suddenly feel Whiskers paw at my lap whilst rubbing himself up against my chest. Masky huffs. He takes a quick glance out the door before turning back to look at me. "I'm going to have a quick talk with Liu. Stay here, alright?" Masky states. I don't even bother to look up at him as I nod, keeping my gaze down on Whiskers with a smile. Last thing I hear is Masky hum before the door closes. I wonder what made him ask those questions?

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"Eenie, meenie, miney mo..."

BEN pursed his lips, pointing his finger at multiple alcohol bottles that were stored in the cabinet. His finger landed on an orange tinted bottle. "Jack Daniel's it is." BEN snatches the bottle into his hands before closing the cabinet. He popped off the cap of the bottle as he turned his back from the cabinet to take a swig. Before he could, a sudden figure in front of him made him let out a shriek, almost allowing the bottle to slip from his hands. BEN gripped the bottle close to his body and glared at the orange goggled teen in front of him. "Damn, you almost made me drop my drink," BEN scoffs. He was about to brush past Toby, until Toby stepped into BEN's way, blocking his path. BEN let out a grunt mixed with a sigh. "Alright, what the hell do you want now?" BEN furrows his brows in annoyance. Toby grinned from ear to ear. "Glad you got th-the hint." BEN rolled his eyes at Toby's words as he took a sip from his bottle. "Right. Just get it over with." He grunted. Toby smirked, he had this noticeably mischievous glint in his eyes. That just spelled out 'trouble'. "I need you to track Masky's phone." Toby states. BEN narrows his eyes. "Oh no. No, no, no, I'm not tracking anymore numbers for you." BEN's face twisted into a scowl as he shoves Toby out of the way, allowing BEN to make his way out of the kitchen. "Wh-! Wait, why the he-h-hell not?!" Toby jogged over to catch up to BEN as he made his way up the stairs. "Simple," BEN stopped at the top of the stairs and turned around to face Toby, who was frozen on one of the steps. "You didn't give me my game from last time. So from now on, get someone else to do your dirty work." BEN scrunches his nose at Toby before walking down the hall to find his room.