Stay With Me ~ Yandere Masky x Reader ~

Chapter 4 ~ Why? ~

You're bleary eyes slowly blinked, but as soon as you tried to open them, you realized it was a big mistake. A flood of pain came over your head as bright light invaded your senses. You flinched and brought your hands to your face to shield yourself. You moaned as you turned your body away from the light, feeling around yourself blindly before slowly willing yourself to actually look around. You squinted, noticing a bed you were laying in. But it wasn't yours. And that's when it all came back.

You gasped, eyes flying open as you sat up, far too quickly for that matter as you shouted in pain, clutching your head and desperately looking around yourself.

You took it all in. The first thing you noticed was that the room looked old, very old. The floors were untreated old dark wood, cracks and the wear of time visible on them. Two windows were across from you which is where the blinding sunlight had been peeking through. The walls were a dingy yellow color, old and worn. They probably were white at some point, but became faded and discolored. You glanced down at the bed, the only thing that seemed to have relatively nice and new things. A soft pillow rested beneath you, a simple white cover on it, clean and unwrinkled. The sheets were soft to the touch and were just like the pillow. The baby blue blanket was thick and warm, inviting even compared to everything else around you. The rest of the room was completely barren. No closets, no wardrobe or dressers. No mirrors or furniture of any kind. Gutted and empty.

You took in a deep breath, clutching your head and trying to calm the pounding within it when you slowly started to get up. As you stood, you noticed the door, old like the floor. You rattled the door knob quietly, but of course it was locked. Then, you hobbled slowly towards the bright windows, trying to grab ahold of them and attempting to pry them open. But it was no use- multiple nails had been pounded into the sides of them, preventing any movement what so ever. You peered out of them, taking in your surroundings.

Trees. Forest for miles and miles lay before you as the dense woods crowded around the building you were in. You saw a small wooden porch below you which you could only assume lead to the front of the home.

You were trapped in here. And you didn't know where that man could be.

You could feel the panic start to rise up within you, but with your pounding head ache and taking in the limited surroundings, you already knew there was little hope of escape. You could break the windows, yes, but it would be a two story fall down. Plus if you damaged your hands by breaking the windows, or your legs from the fall, who knew how far you'd get? How far were you from civilization? Miles? Which direction would you head? What if he heard you breaking the glass and found you before you could escape? What would he do to you then?

While wondering on the situation at hand, your body suddenly went rigid as you heard footsteps on the other side of your bed's wall. They were slow and heavy, like they were wearing boots as they climbed what sounded like stairs. Your blood ran cold as you desperately scanned the area. No where to run.

You heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door and the slow turn of the knob. You scrambled behind the bed, stumbling as you did so, trying to put some kind of distance between you and that man.

He entered, adjusting his mask on his face and pocketing the key he held. He still wore that same brown jacket and white under shirt from the first encounter. He glanced over to you and stood there for a moment, the both of you locking eyes, yours fearful and scared. You didn't know what he wanted from you, nor what he was going to do and you didn't care to find out.

He stood there for a moment, glancing around the room to see if anything had changed which of course, it hadn't. He then looked back over at you, that black eyed mask eerie and watching. "Did you get enough rest?" His voice was still that low, slightly gravely voice you remembered. You swallowed, trying to respond but couldn't get the words out. "Well?" He asked, a little impatient sounding as you finally choked out a small "yes". He noticed the way you winced and held your head. "Does it hurt?" Here he motioned with his hand towards your head. Even though he was across the room, you still flinched away as he did this motion. You cleared your throat. "It does... yes..." You admitted. He hummed at this, glancing down at the floor for a moment in thought before giving a bland response of "I'll be back", and then he left the room. You watched in confusion as you saw him leave, then of course, lock the room behind him.