The good life? (Hoodie x reader x Masky)

Costume Themes

I haven't decided if this will be a Masky x reader or Hoodie x reader, you guys could help me. (Preferably Hoodie, I mean... You didn't read that.)

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Tomorrow was a special day.

There was a vibration from your pocket.

You picked out your phone, seeing the familiar name of your closest female friend. You accepted the call from Brooke Ellis.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you gonna meet us at the usual place tomorrow?" Your spirits picked up a little at that, you were waiting for this call. "We could dress up scary for Halloween and terrify kids." You could just hear the smirk in her voice. "Later on tomorrow night, we should hide in the woods, maybe creep a few people telling ghost stories out or something." A snicker could be heard from your long time friend.

"Uh, yeah sure. When should we meet up?" You set the phone between your shoulder and head so you could pick out something for Halloween. 'Thanks Brooke for the short notice again.' A frown set upon your face even though you knew she wasn't one to properly warn someone of an event.

"Right after lunch, and dress up as something scary! Or it won't be as fun, though i think Sarah came up with a theme, she'll text you later." Brooke paused and you could hear her whispering to someone off the phone. "Oh! I'll have Tony and Sam come along."

"Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow, then. See you there." You pulled out a grey muscle tank and hoodie from your closet, now you just needed a pair of comfortable pants.

"'Kay, bye bye" Your friend hung up abruptly.

You sighed a bit dramatically. "At least Tony and Sam will be there..." Brooke was the crazier and more outgoing person in your friend group, she sometimes got out of hand, but you still held onto her since she was dependable.

You threw the two articles over your shoulder and walked over to a dirty pile of clothes. You crouched down and after rummaging through them, finding an old and slightly ripped pair of skinny jeans. I'll just have to wash these...

You stood up and tossed them into your washer that was parallel to your bedroom and a room away from the kitchen to the left. You turned it on and began trying to clean up your room. Keyword: trying, you only just stared at a pile that rested next to the door and threw a blanket over it. You were slightly on the lazy side, so most of your clothes were on the floor or in a hamper, only a small amount actually reached the closet.

Thinking about what exactly the theme might be, you hazarded a guess it was another online urban legend, Sarah loved those.

You pulled out your swivel chair and sat on it. Turning on your laptop, you began lazily scrolling through something to pass the time....

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You switched over your clothes to the dryer and walked to your kitchen. Living independently was more difficult than your imagined, having to maintain a routine so you didn't end up mal-nurturing yourself.

You ended up passing out at an ungodly hour in the morning, popcorn littered your blankets and some got on the floor. Your head was laying on the armrest of the couch and your right leg dangled off the side of the couch. Dreaming of faces you couldn't make out, and maggots crawling on your carpet. You were a true sleeping beauty.

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You woke up, feeling crusties at the corner of your eyes, and your lower back felt much too sore for your liking. Staying on the couch for ten minutes longer, you felt the warmth seeping away from your body.

A sudden rush of panic overwhelmed you, today was a bad day to sleep in. You got your booty patooty up from the couch, pieces of popcorn falling off of you while you jumped up and ran to your bedroom. The clock read two hours before the meet up time. You saw your phone on the cluttered nightstand. A text from Sarah...

"eyyy, theme's creepypasta, don't disappoint."

 "Shit..." Searching up what kind of creepypasta seemed easiest to pull of, you settled on what you could only describe as blue boy.

You ran to the dryer and pulled out your clothes that were no longer warm, sadly. You stripped off your popcorn riddled clothes and jumped in the shower. After that, you pulled on your shirt and underwear. You rushed to pull up your pants, teetering dangerously close to falling over. 

You had your jeans up to your thighs and heard your phone go off. You shuffled to your phone and picked it up, pulling your pants up just below your hips before they fell down to your knees and had you scrambling after them.

"(y/n)! You better not be just getting up!"

"Nah dude, I've been awake for a while." You put your hand on your night stand to balance yourself.

"Whatever, I was just checking to see if I could catch you red handed." Oh, you already did... You tried to push away the pens and pencils scattered on your desk.

"Well, too bad." You grinned. "You'll never catch me copper!" You chuckled, still feeling the affects of sleep seep into it.

"Seriously, (y/n)?" Brooke chuckled and shook her head left to right. "Well, I'll see you there."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye." At the exact moment the pens slipped under your left hand and you fell to the ground.

You worked the rest of the way into your noticeably black pants and got yourself ready for Halloween. You were going as Eyeless Jack.

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Hoodie and Masky will show up next chapter. I'd like to know if this story has any flaws my dudes.