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

Chapter 32

It's been, what, three days since I've seen Masky? He hasn't been back ever since he had to those 'errands'. Helen was the one to occasionally come visit to give me decent food and give me a few drawing lessons. But he usually had to leave early or the visiting time would be over before I even knew it. At the moment, I was waiting, along with Helen, for the nurse to bring me a wheelchair. Samantha said it would be best to start getting used to the wheelchair by doing a few test rounds around the hospital. Helen entertained himself with his sketchbook while he waited, as usual, as I patiently waited by watching a bit of TV. It took longer than I expected it to, but after a couple of minutes, Sam finally came in, pushing an empty wheelchair inside the room. "Sorry it took so long. It took a few tries to find a decent wheelchair that wasn't either taken or, well, dirty." She shuddered at the last word before pushing the door wider open with her foot to push herself and the wheelchair further into the room. She wheels over to the side of the bed and makes sure the wheelchair is as close as possible to the bed. I look down at the wheelchair and purse my lips before looking at my legs that were under the covers. I can barely move, how would I get one leg out of the bed? Samantha waddles close to the bed and clears her throat. "Okay, now I just need to place you on the wheelchair. Just tell me if I accidentally hurt you, okay?" Sam smiles, trying her best to sound confident on how she'll be able to lift me up.

Not to offend, but she doesn't seem like she could even drag me out of bed. If she looks like she can't even lift her own weight up, then she surely won't be able to lift me up. "Um, sure," I let out a sheepish laugh. Boy, she's probably going to struggle a bit, considering how small she is. Samantha hooks her arms under mine, slightly shifting my torso off the bed while my legs are limply laying on the same spot. She struggles a bit, using her short arms to try and get me off the bed. Helen decides that Samantha is taking too long and stands up from his seat, placing his sketchbook down. "Allow me," he doesn't even bother to get permission before he laces a hand on my lower back. He hooks his arm underneath my legs, making me wince at the touch. Yikes, the place you need to hold on to to pick someone up just had to be the place where I almost got amputated. "Sorry." Helen dully apologizes before lifting me off the bed, shoving the covers off in the process. Samantha steps aside as Helen carefully places me onto the wheelchair. I can't help but notice how I was using hospital pants instead of the ones I was wearing before I came here. Man, I didn't even realize I was wearing something else until now.

"Thanks." I utter out. I know I shouldn't be embarrassed by having someone pick me up to help me sit on a wheelchair, but still. Samantha looks a bit more relieved now, knowing the job was done for her. "Do you need any assistance, or will you be able to work your way around?" Samantha questions, offering her help. I glance down at the large wheels on either side of me. I've seen people wheel themselves around easily. If they can do it, so can I. Just mimic what they do. Besides, even if I do need help, Helen will give me assistance if necessary. I shake my head, "I'll be fine." I state. Samantha proceeds to clasp her hands together and smiles. "Great! Well, explore around as much as you'd like. You know how to call me." Sam gives my shoulder a quick pat and shoots me a smile before walking out of the room. Well, ready for an adventure, I guess. I place my hands on both of the wheels as Helen steps aside to give me space. I push the wheels forward, allowing the wheelchair to roll the way I pushed. I guess it's not too hard to get around with this, but it's surely something I would have to get used to. "Ready to roam around?" I hear Helen's soft, yet dull voice ask me. I nod my head. Ready as I'll ever be.

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Masky ran his fingers along his arm, feeling around with two of his fingers. He winced every time he accidentally came upon a bruise or scratch that his so called 'Boss' had left on him. His face twisted into an unpleasant scowl behind his mask. Boss could've surely done worse. Worst punishment Masky could get was most likely death, but since he only got a warning, all he got were a few painful hits. He grit his teeth as he crossed his arms over the kitchen table. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the set of eyes that were on him, he just couldn't. And it pissed him off. "Could you fuck off?!" Masky spat, snapping his head over his shoulder to glare at the orange hooded male. Leaning his behind against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, the hooded male shrugged his shoulders. "The Operator told me to keep an eye on you before you run off to that girl again. He would finish her off himself, but since he has more important things to do, consider yourself lucky." Hoodie snorts. Masky scoffs, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. With his acquaintance constantly watching over him, how is he supposed to leave? Hoodie is no snitch, but when it comes directly from the boss, he won't dare to break a direct order. Masky purses his lips and hunches over in his seat. This can't get any better. Just as that thought passed by, he heard a set of soft footsteps enter the kitchen. "Aw, did y-your daddy give you a r-rough punishment?" An annoying, stammering voice sang out in an irritating teasing tune. Masky snapped his head towards the sound of the voice, angrily stitching his brows together. If he could only rip out that tongue of his, that would teach him to shut the fuck up. "You watch your mouth, Rogers," Masky sneered bitterly slamming his fists onto the table in irritation, "if Slender weren't here, I would-"