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Because you're his || Masky

Pairing : Tim Wright × Reader

Genre : Yandere

Warnings: A lot of violent toughs and a dumb boyfriend

Summary : He's always wondered if she was still thinking about him. Now it was time to really find out.

Wordcount: 1.2k

[ A/N: This one's for Cliché Videostar (someone on Quotev), sorry for the long wait. Ps, Marble Hornets scary as shit. Anyway, Enjoy!]

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His mind is focused at the road in front of him. Bags are under his eyes of sleep deprivation, but he can't bring himself to sleep. 

After all, he hasn't neared his destination just yet.

He's always wondered if she was still thinking about him. Now it was time to really find out.

It's been about 4 years since he's seen her, so he really hopes that she hasn't changed.

He glances at the white mask in the bag in the passenger seat, and is almost overcome with an urge to relive it.

After all, α new town, α new start.

- Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ  

You hum to yourself as you watch the movie on the screen, barely singing allong to it.

You've seen this movie over a twenty times, yet it still captures you as it once did.

And so you're shaken up when the doorbell suddenly rings, and you barely spill the popcorn in your grasp over your couch.

" Babe! Can you get it?!" Your boyfriend yells from upstairs.

You grumble but yell out a reply as you get up, silently complaining about who would dare to disturb you at this hour of the night.

You look out of your front window, and tick on it when you don't see anyone.

The person who turns to face you makes your heart skip a beat.

Tim.

Your friend.

Or well, he was your friend.

Until you moved away 4 years ago.

" Babe! Is it a stranger?! " Jack yells suddenly, making you break the intense eye contact you held with Tim.

" No! It's an old friend of mine. Don't worry!" You yell back.

Moments later you're opening up the front door and the two of you are studying each other for the changes you've gone trough before you break it.

" So, what are you doing here?" You ask him, making him stop checking you out and look at your eyes.

Tim licks his lips and looks away for a short moment.

Ł'vɇ ₭łⱡⱡɇđ ø₣₣ ₳ ₩ⱨøⱡɇ ₮ø₩₦ ₳₦đ ₦ø₩ ₮ⱨɇɏ ₳ɽɇ ₵ⱡø₴ɇ ₮ø ₣ł₦đł₦₲ øʉ₮, ₴ø Ł'vɇ đɇ₵łđɇđ ₮ø ₥øvɇ ø₦.

" I wanted to get in touch with you again. A lot has happened in these past four years, and I just..... Needed, to see you." He says as he looks off to the side, hoping you buy his lie.

" It's been four years Tim. What made you unable to come any sooner?" You ask him sharply, not about to let him in just yet.

" Everyone's dead. Jay, Jessica, Brain, everyone." He doesn't look at you as he tells you.

₦ø₩ ₮ⱨ₳₮ Ł ₮ⱨł₦₭ ₳฿øʉ₮ ł₮? ₩ⱨɏ đłđ₦'₮ ɏøʉ đłɇ ₩ł₮ⱨ ₮ⱨɇ₥.

You gasp and step back a bit.

" What? How? What happened?" You ask him concerned, not understanding how this could happen.

" Alex killed everyone." Tim says, now turning his gaze back onto you.

Your eyes widen even further, not believing the words which leave his mouth.

Øⱨ Ł ₴ɇɇ, ɏøʉ'ɽɇ ₮øø ₱ɽɇ₵łøʉ₴ ₮ø ₭łⱡⱡ.

You turn silent at his answer, tough there is an unquestionable question in your eyes.

" He got away. I don't know what happened to him." Tim lies smoothly again.

You look even further afraid of that.

Đø₦'₮ ₩øɽɽɏ, ₮ⱨɇ ø₦ⱡɏ ø₦ɇ ₩ⱨø'ⱡⱡ ɇvɇɽ ₵₳ʉ₴ɇ ɏøʉ ₱₳ł₦ ₩łⱡⱡ ฿ɇ ₥ɇ. Ɏøʉ ₥ł₲ⱨ₮ ฿ɇ ₮ø ₱ɽɇ₵łøʉ₴ ₮ø ₭łⱡⱡ, ฿ʉ₮ ₳ɽɇ ɏøʉ ₮ø ₱ɽɇ₵łøʉ₴ ₮ø ⱨʉɽ₮ ₮øø?

" Babe? Who's this? Is everything okay here?" Your boyfriend Jack comes up behind you and looks at Tim.

฿₳฿Ɇ?

" I'm Tim, a childhood friend of Y/N." Tim tells him smoothly.

Your boyfriend turn to look at you for confirmation, but you're too far sunk away in your toughs to process the current situation.

Jack looks concerned, but Tim is quick to explain before Jack can snap you out of your state and let the male send him away.

" She just heard that her friends were killed by one of our own, I think she's having a hard time." Tim's excuse is poorly put into words, but he knows no better as someone with barely any feelings.

" Oh. Damn, I'm sorry to hear this. You must've driven a shit end if you're here at this time of the night to tell her. Please, come in. Want something to drink?" Jack asks as he wordlessly leads you gently back inside as Tim closes the door behind the three of you.

" Some tea would be nice." Tim tells him as he takes his shoes off.

Jack nods, and after he drops you off in the livingroom, he makes his way to the kitchen.

" Are you okay?" Tim asks you, already crossing the line as he sits too close to you.

You shake your head and nod, still not in the right mind to process the current situation.

" I'm fine." You squeak out.

Tim takes the fragile response as a opportunity to wrap his arms around you, and to try and pull you into his embrace.

You push him away, and at that exact moment, Jack walks in. 

Jack looks between the two of you before taking your hand and whispering something in your ear, to which you nod and Tim sharpens his gaze.

Đø₦'₮ ₮₳ⱡ₭ ₮ø ₥ɏ ₱ɽø₱ɇɽ₮ɏ.

You walk away, and Jack turns to Tim with his arms crossed.

" Look, I don't want to misinterpret the situation or something, but it seemed as if you were trying to make a move on my girlfriend." Jack says, as Tim just blinks due to his tiredness.

" Alright, um, where do you stay for tonight?" Jack asks, as Tim looks around in panic.

Ɏøʉɽ ⱨøʉ₴ɇ.

" I, uh, didn't really think that trough to be honest." Tim says, scratching the back of his neck.

" Fine. You can stay here for the night. You can sleep on the couch." 

- Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ - ყσυ'ɾҽ 

" Listen. I don't know, I know that he's my childhood friend and all that, but there's just something.... Weird, about him. I don't know. He's just looking at me differently... Or something. I don't know. I just- I don't trust him." 

Tim hears you as he passed by your bedroom the next morning, making his hand ball into a fist.

₩ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱨɇ ₣ʉ₵₭? Ł'ⱡⱡ ₥₳₭ɇ ɏøʉ ɽɇ₲ɽɇ₮ ₴₱ɇ₳₭ł₦₲ ₮ⱨø₴ɇ ₩øɽđ₴ ₳฿øʉ₮ ₥ɇ.

" He's just had it rough too, baby. Just give him some time." He hears your boyfriend tell you.

₴₮ʉ₱łđ ₳₴₴ⱨøⱡɇ, đø₦'₮ ₳₵₮ ₴₩ɇɇ₮ ₩ⱨɇ₦ ɏøʉ'vɇ ₮₳₭ɇ₦ ₩ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₥ł₦ɇ.

" Fine. But he really can't stay over tonight." You tell Jack.

Tim clenches his fists.

He'll work this out.

- Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ - ყσυ'ɾҽ - ϝυƈƙιɳɠ

Tim eyes the sleeping couple trough the eye holes of his mask. The both of you are asleep, your guard down, before looking at the weapon in the palm of his hand.

It's shine may be long gone because of the amount of dead blood that's on it, but that never made it any of less worth than it is now.

You were smart. He had to give you on account for that.

Your boyfriend should really have listened to you.

A sadistic smile makes it's way to his face as he starts swinging his weapon.

Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ - ყσυ'ɾҽ - ϝυƈƙιɳɠ - ɱιɳҽ