Grimace (Yandere!Masky x Female!Reader)

Chapter Eleven

You woke up to the smell of apple waffles.

You leapt out of Tim's arms (he refused to let you go in case you tried to escape) and yelled "WAFFLESSSSS!!!"

Tim jerked up out of sleep suddenly. "Damn bitch, shut up! How loud you gotta beeee." But you couldn't hear him as you were already practically falling down the stairs to your homemade, delicious, desireable fate.

Jack had barely set the food in your spot when you wolfed it down, hungrily shoving bits of apple waffle into your mouth. "Jeez, breathe between bites." Jack muttered, earning a glare from you. You stood up content and full, enjoying your last moments of happiness before reality set in.

You were kidnapped.

By two dudes.

And one of them tricked you.

You sighed, depression beginning to take hold. Tim blearily stumbled to the table and started shoving bites of breakfast in his mouth, mumbling "delicious..." as he did so. It was actually quite funny, but you were too depresso to care. Jack rolled his eyes and wandered over to the couch, putting on the history channel as he slammed down onto the plushy leather couch. Tim finished up his waffles and looked up at you, something between a smile and a scowl on his face.

"How'd you sleep last night, cream puff?"

You froze at how angry he sounded. You almost felt.....bad.

STOP IT Y/N BAD BAD Y/N

You heard an impatient tapping and looked up, Tim still awaiting a response. You stuttered out a "S'fine" before he almost instantaneously said "Great." He got up and rinsed his dishes in what might of been the most violent way possible, slamming his plate into the sink when he was done. You winced, wondering if he was actually upset about last night rather than angry.

Tim leaned over the head of the couch and poked Jack. "Let's get started." He said, a mischevious grin on his face. You cocked your head and leaned in, trying to find a hint as to what that meant. Jack suddenly stood up, making his way over to you. "Follow me, Y/N." You reluctantly followed seeing he had a scalpel on his hip. You were led into the basement. A sort of operating table awaited you when you reached the bottom, leather straps readied and light already on. Oh god no, what's this?! You thought to yourself fearfully. Jack gestured to the table and you walked to the side of it, unwilling to lay down on it. "I would get on if I were you." Tim purred in your ear as he rubbed your shoulders, inching you closer in the process. You sighed and sat down on it, accepting your fate.

Welp, here goes, he's gonna break my legs or torture me or something. Not like I care anymore.

They both strapped you down tightly to make sure you wouldn't run away. You gulped as anxiety began to take over. A cloth was soon brought to your nose, and you gasped at the sick, strong smell of it. Chloroform, you bet.

The world began to fade out. You heard Tim whisper "Nighty, night!" as you fell into deep unconsciousness.

Ayyyyyy

Sorry for short Chapter yall, it just felt right to stop here.

He's gonna r a p e y o u u u u

What I didn't say anything

But anyway.

Selah Vie

-Chanson