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✅ Will do:
✓OCs
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✓Gore (Light to heavy)
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✖️Mecha
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✖️Realism
✖️NSFW
✖️Proships
✖️AI
✖️NFTs
An excuse to draw Michelle since it's been so long since I've drawn her
(I sorta need shading advice rn) I've only used pen (Fade) and multiple colors that I pray go together
A little while's not so bad (Masky x Reader x Hoodie)
Chapter 3: Raindrops
Prologue: You had the weekends off, a moment to finally breathe after a busy week. The list of tasks you’d been working on sat in your mind, and it felt like the perfect day to check everything off.
Despite the gloomy weather, you held on that the day would turn out great that it wouldn't rain too hard.
Then, you find yourself stuck at an old bus stop after helping someone.
Word: 3.3k | Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 2
T.W. Death, blood, gun mentioned (Not at reader), slight dread inducing scenes, minor cursing
Note: Over thought this chapter for a while, part 1 of chapter
Quick reminder: Reader could be a creepypasta fanatic as a kid but slowly forgot cause of work and such, should’ve made that clear in the first chapter, whoops
You wake to the warm sun filtering through your apartment curtains. Groaning that you forgot to buy food last night, you get up and shuffle to the fridge, opening it to see what you can salvage for the day.
Two eggs, a tomato, bread, and tuna spread from yesterday's lunch. You huffed, shrugging it off. A diy sandwich doesn’t sound that bad.
Preparing your eggs and placing bread in the toaster, you checked your phone for the schedule you made yesterday.
Groceries, eating at that one noodle place, going to the old arcade to play some games, and then eating at the new diner before going home.
Scanning the list as you sipped your coffee. A minute passed as you turned, widening your eyes in sheer panic to see the eggs burned. Turning off the stove, you looked at the eggs in disappointment as the toaster popped out two slightly charred pieces of bread.
“Whhyyyyyy...” Sighing at your slight predicament, you carried on with the task. Putting together your sandwich and chowing down. It wasn’t that bad, but it could have been less dry. And burnt.
Looking out the window, you were surprised to see the sky suddenly all cloudy, shrouding the warm sun from earlier. It could rain soon if this goes on. You shook you head, deciding to finish the list today. You took a bath and got dressed in your favorite casual clothes. Finally, with enough energy, and some leftover money you saved, it was time to go out and treat yourself.
Grabbing your umbrella and locking the door. You went down a flight of stairs and set foot on the pavement, seeing the weather, you squinted at how bright and gloomy it felt. That didn’t stop your determination, although your gut tells you to stay in and go another time. It’s been a while since you did things outside so you sucked it up and continued with your plan.
The first on your list was groceries, which were easy enough. You walked to the supermarket and got your groceries in just under an hour, minus computing the budget on your phone’s calculator.
As you were carrying your groceries to the nearby noodle shop, a person ran into you in a hurry, slightly wobbling you at the impact.
“WATCH IT!” Yelling at you like you were blocking their way, as they ran off. You turned to face them in frustration, furrowing your brows and huffing out. “Jerk!” You yelled back as they were out of sight, hoping karma would take over. Thankfully, your groceries were still intact in the brown bag.
The vibe of the restaurant was pleasant, and the staff was so nice and friendly. It felt like the café, apart from the crowded rush periods where you endured. After waiting in line for an hour or so, you took a seat in a booth and ordered from one of the various menu options. You picked the Shoyu Beef Ramen as the waiter nodded with a smile, “We'll get that started for you,” and left to tend to other orders.
You propped your head on the palm of your hand, waiting for your order, and from time to time, you’d glance at the customers as they ate in peace. Seeing them happy and relaxed made the atmosphere even more welcoming.
Your attention was caught by the TV that’s slightly above a thick support beam.
The news anchor appeared with her papers in hand, ready to report live, “Earlier today, a man was discovered dead in an alleyway. According to initial reports, the victim sustained multiple trauma injuries to the torso, including deep bruising, as well as a gunshot wound to the head. Surveillance footage indicates that two suspected individuals were seen entering the alleyway with the victim and did not exit the scene. One of the suspects was wearing a white mask while the other was wearing a black baklava.” The victim's body was heavily blurred, and you were curious, adjusting to watch a bit more, like you saw the guy from somewhere by the looks of his ruined, bloody clothes. The news showed a picture of the deceased man’s identity, and… it was the same one who bumped into you earlier today, not long ago.
You widen your eyes, as time stopped then and there, feeling your stomach drop slightly and chills all over.
“Holy shit…” You hadn’t thought karma would go THAT far or quickly. It was also a surprise that the news picked up on it so fast. He was pretty rude, yet he was just a stranger after all, and he could’ve just been late for an interview or something.
Your order of noodles arrived. Looking down at the bowl and inhaling the smell of freshly made broth, you grabbed a renge spoon and took a sip. Your worries slowly melted away, closing your eyes and smiling down on the bowl that was made with care. Maybe today won’t be too bad, you thought. But still, what happened on TV lingered.
After finishing your bowl, you cleaned up after yourself and left a $50 tip under the bowl, appreciating the people running this place and their generosity, hoping to come by here from time to time and try other various dishes they offered.
Next was the old arcade. It’s been a while since you visited. You remember how you’d excitedly go with your friends after school, the walls and ceilings being a light shade of black with neon lights, the loud music coming from each game you’d pass by, the food being greasy yet was the epitome of the teenage diet, and the part-time employees who were also around your age before. They were often tired but friendly, teaching some tricks to win at a claw machine or get a lot of tickets.
It was at the end of the city, so you took the bus. Paying at the toll and taking a seat near a window.
Your eyelids felt heavy as the food coma was starting to hit, but you jolted slightly as someone bumped you and sat by your side. You looked down in surprise, seeing a kid with long, brown, wavy hair, wearing a pink dress and a pink bow in her hair. She looked up at your face with her green, emerald-like eyes. “Hi!” She chirped, which you waved awkwardly.
“Hello…?” Your lips thinning in a sheepish smile, looking around the bus to see only 3 people. She stared at your confusion,
“Where are your parents?”
“He’s not coming to pick me up today.” Sounding like it was a regular basis for her. “He gave me bus money to go home on my own.” She pulled out a coloring book and some crayons as she started to doodle. You nod, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.
“Okay, so… Does he do this ALL the time?”
She shrugged, “When he has a job to do.” She answered, still focused on coloring the picture book.
“Right, right…”
“I’m Sally, by the way!” She beamed up at you.
Meeting her eyes and nodding, you smiled back, “I’m _______, Nice to meet you, Sally.”
As the Arcade was slowly coming into view, you couldn’t help but feel worried about leaving Sally alone.
“Hey Sally?”
“Hm?” She responded, still concentrating on her book.
“Where’s your stop at?”
“It’s at the veeeeeery far corner of the city, in the forest!”
You thought for a moment whether you should mind your own business, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. What if something were to happen? You felt goosebumps on your back, thinking about the news from earlier. The killers were still on the loose.
The sky darkened as water droplets started falling on the bus’s window. You turned to see that it was raining. Sally looked up at the window too and sighed.
“Awwe man, I didn’t bring my umbrella,” Looking down on her now colorful picture book with a frown, “I’ll just have to use my backpack again…”
Furrowing your eyebrows in distress, thinking about her being drenched by the rain, she could get a fever, or get lost in the woods. You silently sighed, making up your mind, as the bus passed the arcane.
“I can walk you home if you’d like.” Her eyes looked up at your face in surprise, raising her eyebrows. “It’s alright if you don’t want to, though, you can use my umbrella-“
She interrupted you with a smile, “Thanks _______!, My drawings wouldn’t get wet anymore!” Exclaiming with excitement, you can’t help but chuckle a little at her enthusiasm.
The pine trees went into view with the thick fog that surrounded the cold environment. It felt like De javu seeing the forest now, the trees had blacker bark than you remembered passing here from school trips in grade school.
The bus ceased at a lone, old bus stop as you and Sally walked down. While carrying your groceries, you took out your umbrella, shielding both of you, as you started walking into the forest path with her.
“Is your home a bit far from here?”
She shook her head, “It’s just a short walk.” Holding her bag tightly. You nodded in response.
Feeling the mulch path crunch under your shoes, the mixing smell of wet bark and cool air felt relaxing, other than the fact that half of your clothes were wet. You tried your best to tilt the umbrella to keep Sally dry at the expense of your own.
From afar on the path, there was a figure in the thick fog, standing still while holding an umbrella in the rain. You stopped and squinted through the fog to get a better view of them.
They were wearing a white hoodie with noticeable red stains, black pants, sneakers, and a black facemask. They had long black scene-type hair, spiky and all over the place.
You stopped in your tracks for a moment as Sally looked up at you from the sudden halt, “Uh… Sally? Do you… know that guy, er.. person?”
She looked over and smiled, waving at the person. “Yeah! His name is Jeff.”
You felt skeptical, blinking more to see his hoodie, ‘Is that blood??’
You try to shrug off the feeling as he walked over, and with closer inspection, you saw small black pupils that seemed to have no eyelids. It felt unnerving to look at him, with the smell of metal that came with his presence.
He linked umbrellas with you, enough for Sally to switch to his side. Both of you staring at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time. He looked like the actual creepypasta character you’d read about online as a kid. But it’s just internet folklore, right?
“What?” Irritation showed through his voice.
“N-nothing,” Trying to control your beating heart and sighing out quietly, “Just sort of curious… are… are you a cosplayer of sorts?”
“A what?” He furrowed his non-existent brows in slight annoyance before raising them, like a realization just hit him. “Oh… Yeah, I’m one of those… costume-loving… weirdoes.” He hesitantly said, grumbling something under his breath.
“Anyways, thanks for picking up my niece. Couldn’t pick her up cause of some stuff.” He ruffled her hair while chuckling as she pouted, swatting his hand away while she giggled. His voice was raspy and strained; like he had a cold or a cough that stuck for too long.
“It’s no big deal, glad she’s with you now.” You waved at the two, “Hope you both get home safely.”
Jeff nodded at you and turned to leave, not acknowledging you anymore. Sally, on the other hand, waved back with a smile. “Thank you _______!!” both of them disappearing into the fog, the rain making their footprints disappear.
You walked to the old bus stop and sat on the wooden bench, which you swore had termites and other bugs crawling away as your weight startled them. The roof had holes, the metal bars had rust, and the mapped routes were old and yellow. How old was this stop? Was it abandoned??
You pulled out your phone, hoping Landon could pick you up from here. Searching for his number and calling him on the other line.
“How’s it hangin’ _______?” He said with a content smile, on his couch, finally able to relax after a long week.
“Landon, can you come pick me up, please? I’m in a bus stop in the middle of the woods and-“ You rambled on the phone where you were, but all he heard was a hint of your voice and thick static.
“_______? Are you still there? You’re breaking up,” The static crackles loudly, burying your voice at every word.
“Yeah— Can you— There's this— And—"
It was incoherent on his line, but to yours? His voice was clear as day. Something was messing with his connection.
“What’s going on there? _______??” That was all he said before the call abruptly ended.
You looked at your phone in a panic, “No signal?” You grumbled angrily and huffed. As the situation couldn’t get any worse, the sun was setting as the skies grew darker, the woods were giving off an eerier vibe than before, as if it was watching you, the sensation felt familiar, maybe something that happened a long time ago.
You sank into your seat, holding the wet bag of groceries tightly on your lap as you waited for a bus to arrive. The fast beat of your heart rang loud through your ears. Your voice trembled as you try to calm yourself, exhaling like you ran a marathon, “Okay, alright, calm down _______, what are the chances a killer would be here in the middle of nowhere?” At the worst possible timing, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the surroundings in a jagged, blinding streak. Then, thunder exploded with a deafening, bone-shaking roar— BOOM! Jolting the ground beneath your feet, the winds picking up in erratic directions, and the roar of pine leaves swaying. You covered you ears and closed your eyes in fear.
The street lights opened, as the rain poured harder, you felt like you should have stayed home today, that this wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to your gut. Right now, you wished anyone would come by and pick you up from here.
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Brian was driving a pick-up truck away from the city with Tim in the passenger seat. Brian sighed at the sloppy job they had made earlier, despite being two of the most experienced proxies.
“We should’ve waited until nightfall.” He said to Tim, without taking his eyes off the road and tapping his finger on the steering wheel. The car's heater running, emitting a cozy, gentle warmth throughout the cabin, a couple of old shovels and raincoats at the back, now wet from the downpour. The plan was to put the man in trash bags and pretend to be garbage divers. Their masks in the glove compartment.
“Blame the weather for all I know.” Tim scrunched his face in frustration, as he couldn’t think of anything else to say. Leaning back on his seat, and folding his arms as he watched out the window.
~~~Earlier that day~~~
The man who bumped into you is now in a dark alleyway on his own blood, as two of the suspects stood over his lifeless form and removed their masks to get a better look at their design.
“Least he could’ve said was ‘pardon me’.” Brian crouched down and nudged the man’s head with his gun that had a muffler. His smile was sadistic, wishing he could do it again, maybe he should have taken a video on his camcorder. Seeing the fear and panic on the man’s face was priceless, like any other victim he took. “Prick.”
As Tim was about to use a Gigli wire saw, they heard barking from the entrance way. The noise got louder as both of them separately ducked behind dumpsters in a panic. A leashed dog appeared and sniffed the body, its owner trailing behind and seeing the gruesome sight, alerting other pedestrians.
Tim cursed under his breath while Brian closed his eyes, leaning his head back in defeat. Both knowing the consequences of getting caught, their last option was to call The Operator.
‘Boss, can you come get us?’ Brian thought out, his sweat dripping down the side of his head as the pedestrians were coming closer to their hiding place.
Tim swallowed his pride and sighed, furrowing his brows and clutching his fists closely, ‘We’re in a tight spot.’
Their surroundings spun into a whirlwind of darkness as the sudden sound, loud static, rang in their ears. The two felt nauseous and light-headed, but nothing they haven’t got used to. Their feet landed on crunchy dry leaves, now in the middle of the woods, away from getting caught in the alleyway. Standing tall in front of them was their boss, Slenderman, hands clasped behind his back, his suit crisp to a default and his face blank yet portraying a hint of irritation, a glitching noise heard as a sign of his warring patients. They both straightened their backs and stood still as he spoke.
“I thought the objective was to observe them, not to draw attention.” Its voice was clear and deep, with a soothing rumble. Calm yet threatening.
“There were unwanted circumstances, sir,” Brian spoke, breathing slowly to control his heartbeat from the sudden spike of unease, in the few minutes of exposure to the tall entity. There was a moment of silence; the stillness was suffocating, but then it passed as Slenderman let out a low growl at that response.
He turned away, gently crunching the leaves under his black cap-toe oxfords, as his back was facing the two proxies with a knuckle-whitening grip behind him.
“I fashioned both of you to know what’s best, to plan ahead, and take action on account of being undetectable. Isn’t that why I made you my trusted emissaries? The ones I can count on, so that nothing would go wrong at any task?”
He scolded at them, not with a loud boom of rage that shakes the grounds of their place, but with slow, quiet disappointment. Well thought-out lines that hit, the kind that do not hold back with all the failed past missions. “Fail me not again.”
You stretched, hearing light pops from your joints as you grunted. Fixing up your apron and turning the sign to 'open,' you greeted the first few customers coming in.
You walked over to the counter, wishing luck under your breath.
"Good morning, what can I get for ya today?" Smiling up at one of the customers in the now-forming line.
"I'll have an espresso frappuccino, please."
"One café mocha, here."
"4 orders of lungos to go."
"Venti caramel crunch frappuccino, please!!"
Order after order, imputing in each drink, you'd glanced at the clock's hands, slowly ticking by the minute.
It was 1:03 pm, and people were coming in, and as the café started to fill, every little noise grew louder in your range.
You took a deep breath and put on a slightly forced smile, hoping the day wouldn’t wear you down until twilight, feeling the back of your legs aching, your lower back stinging from standing for too long, and your eyes tired from the dry air.
There was a pause in orders, giving you time to collect yourself. Your mind started to feel a little dazed, and your co-worker, Landon, noticed; he smirked and bumped the side of your hip with his, startling you from your daze, "Oops."
"Hey!"
You bumped him back a bit harder and laughed; he chuckled along.
"Already daydreaming back to sleep?" He asked with a teasing smile, leaning on the counter with his arms and scanning the room, his back slightly hunched and thinning his lips.
Huffing with a smile as you fixed your apron, "You think?" Glancing at the windows, seeing people pass by while feeling a bit bored, you looked back at him, "Got anything exciting going on?" Wanting something to pass the time with.
"Other than the fact we had the longest order today?" Landon snorted, "Nope." Then he paused for a moment, "Well, I did spot some cute guys walking earlier, so that counts as something."
"Dude, you should've asked for their numberrrrrr." You shoved him lightly as he smacked your arm gently, sharing a laugh.
"Oh well, y'know." He flips his hair jokingly. "I'm too cool for them."
As some people left, you slightly stretched your legs and said, "Duty calls." Leaving Landon to tend the counter as you clean the tables.
The hours passed as it was 5:30pm on the clock, and closing time was underway. Your colleagues clocked out early, leaving only you and a few others behind. You sighed with relief on your face as it was time to lock up for the night.
In the last few minutes of closing, you heard the bell ring, internally groaning but forcing a smile either way, looking up to see the customer walking in while wiping the counter. You could tell he was a new face.
The guy was wearing a black jacket over his yellow hoodie. He had short, dark blonde hair; squinting your eyes a bit, you can see a little tooth gap at the upper front of his teeth as he smiled. The small mustache complemented his face, and as he approached, you got a small whiff of almonds, lemongrass, and a sharp hint of damp wood.
He stopped in front of the counter and politely smiled at you.
"Hello, what can I get for you?"
"I'll have a macchiato, please." His voice sounded easy-going with a southern accent.
"Here or to go?"
His dark brown eyes were scanning the place in curiosity, "I'll have it here. By the way, this place looks really cozy." He observed, whistling lowly.
You gave him a faint smile, "Yeah, our manager really likes to decorate once in a while."
The walls were in a warm white, with walnut wood decor giving the place a cozy vibe. All the lamps and lights emit just enough to not hurt your eyes, the corner of the café has bean bags and fake grass for customers who prefer to sit on the ground, tall tables by the walls for a bar like-esque feel, wooden varnished tables and chairs around for individuals who like to be by themselves, and decorations around the place, from picture frames of employees to cute drawings made by regulars that come by.
As you prepared his drink, he glanced at you and the drink in your hand. You didn’t mind; some customers would stare at how their drink was made.
“How's your day going so far? Seems like it’s been pretty busy 'round here." His hands were hidden in the pockets of his black jacket.
"It's good, some long orders here and there."
He turned his head and widened his eyes in surprise, seeing a big bulletin board on the wall covered in Post-it notes and various paper designs. He raised a brow, wondering how he had never noticed coming in, "What's that?" Pointing to the board curiously.
"That's where customers can put their reviews and experiences here. You can also put doodles, and sometimes find a phone number." You chuckled at the board.
He raised both his eyebrows and nodded.
"That sounds neat," he paused as he thought of what to say next, rubbing the back of his neck.
You finished making his drink and passed it to him.
"Here you go, you can sit wherever you like."
"Thanks." He took his macchiato and walked to a nearby table.
"Just letting you know we close in 20 minutes," You told him from afar. He nodded in your direction with a polite expression, lifting his cup before taking a sip.
The others clocked out as it was 5:50pm, from cleaning the counters to sweeping the floors, his eyes would sometimes go from his phone to you. Seeing how punctual you are at keeping the place clean.
He stood up and was ready to leave. "Appreciate the welcome," he said casually, walking to the exit and waving back with a genuine smile before closing the door, leaving behind the ring of the bell.
You sighed to yourself and went over to clean his table, but as you lifted the cup, you noticed a 50 dollar tip with a note attached to it. Upon closer inspection, it was a phone number. His phone number.
"For real???" Widening your eyes and raising your eyebrows in surprise, "It's THAT easy to get???"
Folding the paper and putting it in your pocket, and cleaning the table, 'I mean, he was pretty interesting.' It wouldn’t hurt to hang out and see where it goes from there, right? Who knows?
You wiped your forehead and looked at the clock, “What a day…”
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Blood dripping down a crowbar, the metallic smell filling the air in an abandoned building, coming from the now dead body on the floor. The crowbar is being held low by a man in a black balaclava with a red frown design, staring at the person bleeding on the cold concrete floors.
Footsteps heard coming near to the body and stopping by its side, inhaling on the cigarette they have in hand.
“So, any thoughts?” The white masked man asked the murderer.
The other man lifted his balaclava and leaned on his crowbar, grinning to himself as he looked up, “They’re pretty/handsome. Plus, did you see the place? The floors are so clean. Hell, I can sleep on the floor if I could.” Chuckling at the thought.
“The boss would be glad to hear they take initiative.” The masked man puffed out, the smoke leaving through the eyeholes of his porcelain mask.
“Is that a yes?”
“Better make sure first, we don’t want any potential wasted.”
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