So I just wrote down a silly situation I had in my head.
⚠️TW for suicide mention/topics, S/H⚠️
While slender was fretting about the location of his proxy, Masky already knew where he was, so he took control over the situation and went after the proxy himself. Walking through the empty woods was agonizing enough, but having to go back to the bridge. Masky could already see him, his legs dangling over the edge of the bridge as he rested his body on the railing. While Masky knew how the situation was going to end, there was still some uncertainty he held deep inside his chest, creating an overwhelming feeling of dread. As he approached the bridge, he noticed that Kayden had taken his shirt off, his scars finally being aired out after years of being concealed.
Ugly, deep words carved in, hundreds of self-inflicted cuts, and several bruises tainting the boy's skin. A long mess of his wavy brown hair covering half of his back. As Masky approaches, he can see fresh cuts on Kayden’s wrists, not deep enough to kill him, but angry and red. Kayden kept his head down even as Masky leaned over the railing slightly, his elbows resting against the frozen bars as he lit a cigarette. He could feel the cold seeping through his sleeves and biting his skin.
“Aren’t you cold like that?” Masky gestures to Kayden, seeing the small bumps creeping up his arms.
“Why are you here? You said you wouldn’t help next time.” Kayden stayed still, his body like a heavy statue.
“Well, I lied. Now come on, get your shirt back on and let’s both go home.”
“I don’t want to go home this time. There’s nothing good waiting for me there.” His eyes filled with tears, only becoming two more dark stains on the well worn jeans.
“Toby doesn’t actually care about me. I just pay him to pretend to.”
“That’s not what he says. He brags about you. It’s almost laughable how much he talks about you.” Masky looks up, trying to make eye contact. All he can see in Kayden’s mismatched eyes is a deep, agonizing sadness, the brightness in his eyes dimmed.
“Yeah right.” A soft, humorless scoff escapes Kayden.
“No, i’m serious. That kid is fucking whipped for you.” Masky smiles slightly, but Kayden doesn’t reciprocate, only shifting a little closer to the edge. Masky gently but immediately grabs his arm, his cigarette falling onto the jagged ice below.
“...Why bother?” Kayden mutters, turning to finally make slight eye contact with Masky before his eyes dart away.
“Because you’re my friend. Slender would be pissed if he had to retrieve your corpse from the river once everything thaws.” Kayden scoffs again, but it drips with annoyance. Masky tenses as what he said replays in his mind.
“...Thats the problem? Retrieving my body? Would you like me to go somewhere else?”
“ That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“I didn’t mean it that way-”
“Then why’d you say it that way?”
Masky finally stands up, no longer taking the argument.
“Come on, we're leaving.”
Kayden sighs, looking at the ice quietly. Memories of his life flash in his head. The fuzzy faces of his mother, his father, his siblings… however many there were. The ice seemed more tempting than the cozy bed he had at home. And Masky could see it in his eyes, pulling the boy back with a hug. Masky took off his coat, covering Kayden’s bare shoulders.
Masky gently guides him away from the railing, and Kayden didn’t fight back.
He didn't have any energy to.
“Come on, where’s your shirt?” Masky mutters, keeping a firm grasp on his shoulders so he doesn’t try to run.
Kayden remains quiet for a second, then mutters.
Srry ik it’s shit forgive me I don’t write but this was fun and I might write more later
