The Masked Singer [b. drowned x reader]

[prologue]

prologue

the masked singer - rewrite

       "Snow softly pattered against the wooden window next to the crimson bed, sheets crumpled around a small figure.

    A small teenager, no older than six-teen, was curled up in a ball, until a scream interrupted the female's deep slumber.

    She rubbed her eyes, fatigue still washed over her being. Twisting around, she switched on the lamp and peeled the blankets off her figure.

    Adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the room that suddenly lit up from the lamp, she shivered when her feet touched the ground.

    Walking outside her room, confusion clouded the female's mind, until she peeked through the open door. A shiver ran down her spine.

    A glint of metal peeked [name]'s interest when she turned her head, a middle-aged man stood in the middle of her parent's room.

    Blood pooled around the cold bodies of her parents, tears had already stained her cheeks. 'No, no, no. This isn't happening!' [name] thought while walking backwards, before rushing downstairs.

   Fear ran through her as she ran to grab a weapon to defend herself, the rushed footsteps made goosebumps run across her soft skin. Gently grabbing the handle of the nearby knife, [name] began crying harder, a soft gentle smile spread across her face.

    As the stranger walked down the wooden steps, he didn't see [name].

   I mean, it was obvious he didn't notice her.

   After all, why would he be laying on the floor dead if he had?

   [name] gently giggled before stepping upstairs to pack her clothes to run away, a nearby flash of blue and red only sped up her actions.

    Frowning, the female grudgingly left her parents in their room before walking over the dead corpse of the unknown man in her living room.

    It had seemed the neighbours heard the screams of both her parents and the man, she ignored the nearby sirens and waltzed into the forest, twirling her knife between two fingers.

   Once [name] found a sturdy tree, one that was fairly tall and lush with leaves, [name] decided upon climbing the tree with a peaceful expression on her face.

    Finding a comfortable position to sit, [name] shuffled around and laid down to sleep. Before [name] managed to sleep, she slipped out a mask that she had brought with her.

    It was honestly an adorable mask, with a small bear mouth printed upon it. [name] placed it on her face, which fitted perfectly. 

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    While walking through the forest, back towards her tree. A sudden urge made her stop dead in her tracks, [name] recognised it as bloodlust but attempted to ignore it.

    When the urge began to hurt, [name] tried to sing to suppress her pain. Suprisingly, it worked. 

       Opening her [e/c] eyes, she was met with three boys all wearing a jacket. [name] made the presumption that they were in a gang, her eyes narrowed.

    "Hey, sweetheart!" One of the boys cheerfully greeted, "I must say you sing well, why don't you join us?" [name] felt a wash of panic over her before smirking.

    Taking out the knife she used last time, she spun it around before thrusting it into the nearest boy's stomach. Pulling out the knife, she threw it to the other male's chest. 

    [name] walked casually up to the last boy, with her hands in the pocket of her jacket. A devilous smile greeted the boy, who had a fear-striken expression. 

    With a simple slash, [name] reached out with another knife, slashing his face. Surronded by dead bodies, she chuckled before grabbing the two knives back into her pocket.

    "I guess, my singing really does attract people." [name] sighed while her eyes fluttered shut, her eyelashes reached her cheeks."

    "Heh, this really is fake." A male wearing a deep red jumper laughed while clicking off the page, "Who believes this shit?" 

    "I mean, I do." It was The Masked Singer, or [name] [l. name]. Trembling, his eyes widened. Her sweet voice gently rang out, "Hello, sweetheart. Listen to my voice, it's the last you'll ever hear."\

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    "Another one dead." Ryouta sighed while rubbing his temples, white hair fell onto his face. Green eyes peered at the screen, "All we can do is send out warnings, or..."

    "Officer Hanae, please send out Simulation: 07 and 18."