The good life? (Hoodie x reader x Masky)

Home?

By cheese cake gods, you meant the Masky and Hoodie wannabes.

Besides that, you've just been rescued. Hopefully.

A drop of sweat rolled down your forehead after screaming with so much energy, even though it was muffled. You could barely steady your breathing. The tall man in a suit had not made any noise when reaching you, how did he get to you so quickly? Some major dickery was being played here...

Brian ran up to you and didn't even glance at the 8 ft tall thingy. He picked you up, lifting you into his arms. He ran with you, bridal style, and hightailed it for the trail. "Tim! I got (y/n)! Let's go!" He wheezed and coughed dryly as he reached the top of the hill side. All of you ran, well not you since you're kind of roped up, into the forest on the other side of the trail, away from slenderman or whoever the *sshat is that dressed up as him.

About a half an hour later with Brian still holding you and somehow still able to run, you guys reach the edge of the most forested region. Now entering a less densely tree (people) populated area, you guys were... pretty okay. Except that halfway here, Brian gently moved you to settle on his shoulder. No, he swung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His shoulder was even worse than being held bridal style. His shoulder dug into your abdomen badly.

Well, almost as worse was the fact you had to stare at his *ss cheeks for a while. You almost had the incident of face planting into his butt, he's not the most swift person when running with a body in tow.

Tim walked ahead of you two, jumping over rocks or having fun trying to move through low tree's branches. No one had said anything at all during the trip.

So why don't you?

Wait, you still had the gag on, never mind.

Brian noticeably flinched when you spoke. "Masdy, Hoodie, i kuhnda wand dis clodde offth..." (Masky, Hoodie, I kinda want this cloth off.)

Tim pulled out a pocket knight and walked towards you and Brian. At the corner of Brian's bootyful butt, you could see Tim walking over to you with the knife.

You expected him to remove the cloth, but a contradicting side of you told you that he's gonna stab you like in a cheesy horror film.

He crouched down in front of you and grabbed your jaw. Roughly jerking your head to look at him, he then placed the pocket knife between your cheek and the cloth. You itched to shuffle away, but you might anger them or do something stupid.

Your cheek had a rush of numbness as he pulled the knife towards himself to cut it. The pressure of the bind released, and you quickly spat out the glove.

"Was that even clean?" You looked to the saliva coated glove on the ground.

"Define clean." Tim stood up and pocketed the knife. His mask lifted slightly, he was smiling. All you could think of was, ew... For all you knew, they could have masterbated with that glove. It tasted like salt and a bit bitter... Just... No.

"Aren't you going to take off the rope?" You raised your bound hands that dangled under your head. You were actually pretty nauseous from the blood going to your head.

"Nah, too much work, and you might try to get away." You pouted and hung like a ragdoll.

You sighed as you questioned your existence. "We should all talk about what just happened..." You could hear a few grumbles of disproval from them.

"Soon."

Everyone quieted after that, they continued to take you somewhere that you did not know.

TIMESKIP- 39 minutes

You swore you already saw that tree, but Tim and Brian said differently. You also annoyed them with questions like: "Where are we going? "Why don't I just go home?" "Listen you f*cktards!" Some of them were just you cursing at them for their vague answers and lack of answers. However, they did make it apparent you weren't going to die or get raped, but you wouldn't be able to leave without them either.

A couple times, Brian switched your position, from bridal style to over the shoulder, and now you were on Tim's back. Brian got too tired of holding you, so they switched a while ago. Since they won't unbind your hands, they were around Tim's neck because you couldn't hold onto his shoulders. You also had to awkwardly lean forward so as to not fall. His hands were latched under your thighs and your legs dangled freely. Brian lead and Tim carried you over to the other side of a stream.

*flump #2* Tim dropped you onto the grass *ss first. You groaned and rolled onto your side.

"Come on, stand up." He pulled you up by your armpits.

You stood up and slumped forward, walking between the two. "Can we sleep now..?" The sun was going to come up soon, and you were exhausted for staying up so long after the fairgrounds. The sugar-high passed a long time ago.

"Just a bit farther..." Said Brian. You followed them over to an old house thing of sorts.

"Don't tell me..." You looked up at the windowless, old, beaten up... house? It had a concrete floor and two mattresses were lying in the corner with thin as paper blankets. Five bottles and a gallon carton full of water were next to the 'beds'. The roof had holes here and there and the door was nowhere to be seen.

"This is it." Tim gestured to the front 'door'.

"Think of it as a loft." Brian said, the first amusing thing he said to you.

You hobbled over to the entrance and stared at the empty space. The concrete floor was dirty and had leaves everywhere.

"Nice." You said sarcastically. You walked inside and stared at the shadows created from the moon, a few mosquitos flew about. You sat on the closest mattress and stared as Hoodie and Masky began playing Rock Paper Scissors.

"F******ck..." Brian cursed.

"What was that for?" You questioned.

"Nothing, just go to sleep..." Tim said.

"Whatever, see you in the morning... Err, afternoon." They nodded. It was almost dawn, so if you still slept for at least a tiny while, it would be around lunch.

You rolled over onto your side and shuffled yourself under the thin blanket. You kicked up the blanket so you were comfortable, and fell asleep.