Anonymous X Reader

Chapter 2:

"Goodnight, Y/N."
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You jolt upright, clenching the sheets hard. Your breathing quickens but you soon calm yourself down. You shake your head, unable to sleep now.
You crawl out of bed, slipping on slippers and grab a blanket to cover your shoulders with.
Your sleep schedule has been messed up for some time now, what's another all-nighter gonna do?

As you go downstairs, you realize that the house is quiet and relatively peaceful, you've been living by yourself for some time now. But somehow, the house is eerie, you feel paranoid walking around your own home.. You feel as if someone's watching.

You gulp, outstretching a hand towards any familiar surface to guide you to the lightswitches. You pat down the wall until you feel something sticking out of it, you flip the lights on and everything becomes illuminated.
You close your eyes, because you feel that if you open them you'll be met with a scary sight.. You begin to open them slowly. Everything is fine and in place, it seems.

You sigh and shake your head, annoyed at yourself for being so paranoid for no reason. The whole Anonymous thing was still playing in the back of your mind, but you tried not to think too much about it. You wanted to be cool and collected as possible, you wanted to give them the impression that you were just as professional as they were.

Walking towards the fridge, you grab a beer bottle-- you spot a mask sitting in the fridge and scream, dropping and shattering the bottle.

You let out a shuddering breath, maybe you shouldn't have gotten involved with the group.. Maybe they were trying to crush your hopes of being someone.
Tears begin to well in your eyes and you wipe them with your arm, refusing to spill any tears over the group. This doesn't work, you end up crying harder.
You felt violated and afraid, how were they already inside of your house?

You sniffle, stooping down and bringing your arms around yourself, balling yourself up on the ground, feeling scared and alone. Who could you call? How would you explain this to them?

After a few hours of giving yourself a pep-talk, you eventually get up off of the ground. You pick up a piece of the shattered bottle, just in case.

You roam around your house, checking behind your curtains and every nook and cranny of the house.. Just to make sure that there were no uninvited intruders. You feel frustrated and fed up, so you speak up and voice your feelings, "I'm scared.. You're scaring me.."

At this point, you just want Nicki Minaj to show up and carry you away to her mansion, nestled safely against her plastic b00bies.

You throw the beer bottle in the trashcan, stooping down and grabbing the glass shards with your palms.. Bad idea.
Your palms start to bleed and you groan in pain, you rush over to the sink and turn on the water. The water turns red at first, but eventually goes down to a manageable soft pink.

You turn off the water and grab your first-aid kit, you open it and take out a roll of gauze-- you begin to wrap it around your palm. Once you finish, you put the first-aid kit back and sweep up the remaining glass.

"Well, that was eventful." You mumble to yourself, with an amused sigh.
You look down at your bandaged hand, shaking your head in disapproval. As you take a seat at the table, you hear the disembodied voice again.

"That wasn't very smart of you." They said, almost teasingly.
Your eyebrows furrow in anger, hearing the inflammatory words. "Why would you hire me if you're just going to terrorize me?"

A few seconds of silence go by before they respond, "You did this to yourself. We provided you a mask and supplies in the fridge. We thought you would be thankful for it. You don't have to work for us if you don't want to."

You tense up, feeling tears of frustration well up in your eyes again. "I'm scared! You're supposed to ask before going into someone's home." You respond, blinking fast so you won't cry in front of them again.
They respond, "Our apologises. Check your fridge. Goodnight." They sounded robotic and low, and that instilled a feeling of fear and curiosity within you. But, there was music playing in the backround.. It sounded like.. Anaconda by Nicki Minaj?! Anon was a barb!

You do as told and check the fridge, inside there is a mask, a black shapeless hoodie, and a new laptop. You take the supplies but don't thank them, you were glad to have these things, they would prove to be useful in the future.

You put the supplies away and take the laptop to your room. As you're setting it up you start to feel the effects of the all-nighter kick in. You open the windows a bit, the sun is coming up already.
You eventually end up slumped over your desk, exhausted.

You finally drift into sleep, you could swear that you heard someone humming the chorus to Super Bass. The sound was soft and comforting, you go to sleep to the sound of it.