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Masky x Reader - The Return of the Beast Pt 6
You let out a small hum as you watched the forest go by you. Happy that you didn't have to walk back to your house alone, and even more so that you were being carried. The masked boy under you pausing every few moments to bounce you further up his back so you didn't slip out of his grip which was firm yet surprisingly gentle on your upper legs.
“Are we almost there? I'm tired of walking. Especially to a place where a pathetic loser like this lives. I bet twenty bucks it's made out of, like, cardboard or something.” Hoodie muttered, having decided to tag along so he wasn't left alone in the sewer drain due to whatever they feared. Though now you were just thinking he had just come along to bother you. Every word he said just upsetting you even if it had no reason to. Usually you didn't give any fucks about what people thought about you, but for some reason when ever this boy opened his mouth you just wanted to choke him.
Masky x Reader - Return of the Beast Pt2
It had been a few days since your run in with the odd man with the mask. Having better thing to do then let your mind wonder over a guy you didn't even know. You didn't even have a face to go with him. Maybe if you knew what he had looked like, and he had been hot the. You would have, but since you didn't it was back to normal _________ activity.
Running the broom along the surface of your sidewalk you jumped out of your concentration when a loud crash sounded from inside your house.
"Mom, what are you doing?" You shouted, guessing that's who it was since you lived with no one else.
"Cooking~" She replied, causing a sigh to leave you knowing exactly what was going to happen. You were going to be stuck cleaning up, and having to force down the burnt food she made. She wasn't the best cook, but she was a good mother.
Turning back to what you were doing you continued t
Masky x Reader - Return of the Beast Pt1
It had all started when you were walking home with confetti in your hair, and silly string all over your body. It wasn't like you could really say you were complaining, you were just amused. They had thrown you a surprise party. There was just one issue. It wasn't your birthday, that was next week. The look on their faces when you had told them was priceless, and you still couldn't stop laughing about it even now.
“What? What do you mean your birthday is next week! Your calendar said it was this week!” You mimicked, giggling as you relived the conversation with your friends as you walked.
“No, I had it marked with a birthday hat this week because its your birthday!” You murmured back, pulling string off of you as you made your way back to your house.
Masky x Reader - Return of the Beast Pt 5
When you had awoken you slowly blinked so you could take in the area around you. Your vision steadying, and settling on the gray rocky roof of what you assumed was the drain you had passed out in. You could easily tell it was night now. The sound of crickets, and the chill of night giving it away easily in the surprisingly lit tunnel. Though the light was clearly unnatural. The strong yellow light bluntly hitting the walls around you, and dragging the shadows causing them to run far down the wall and floors of the man made tunnel.
The sound of both flipping, and tearing paper quickly started to fill the air now that you had time to take in everything else around you other then just where you were. It had been a while since you had last heart the sound of ripping paper, but it wasn't a
Masky x Reader - Return of the Beast Pt4
Humming as you casually walked along you purposely kept your guard down. Doing your best to be discreet as you tried to find your new masked friend again. As the days past your want to see the boy again just grew, and grew to the point where your curiosity was becoming to much to bare. The more you researched the more you wanted to see him. To try and learn the whys behind his actions.
Even though some claimed he was a killer you could say you thought he was very interesting if it wasn't obvious enough already. Then again that could be because you knew more about him thanks to the internet then you assumed most people knew about him in the entire world. You knew all the hows. Now you just wanted to know the whys. Why he did the things he did, and most of all why he was choosing to steal medicine from your small town instead of a drug store or something. It was alway
Masky x Reader - Return of the Beast Pt 3
After having run into the boy in your bathroom, and you seriously having to question your sanity you had decided to do some research online. You know, like normal people do when they have an issue, and don't want to be seen as a crazy. You were just trying to see if anyone else had come across the same things you had. Disappearing boys, break in's involving medicine, ect ect. I t was always nice to not be crazy.
Though while you were searching you did find some interesting things things. From what you found you seemed to be the only person to experience disappearing people who weren't crazy, or called it a ghost. Though you hadn't been the only person to see the masked man surprisingly enough to you.
Apparently he popped up all over the place wither it was the same guy or wanna-be's. Kansas, Colorado, Ohio, even Denmark once. Though like you most of them consisted of of the same messed up story minus the sudden vanish. Some of the things you ha
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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