BlacknDash

Dirty Jobs (Masky X Reader X Hoodie) One-shot You smiled at your reflection in the mirror, making one last effort to contain your (H/l) (h/c) locks in a bun. With your backpack on you raced down the stairs. “Bye mom. I’ll see you when I get back!” You called over your shoulder, throwing open the door in your excitement. Your mother looked at you in confusion, “Where are you going again?” She asked, not quite ready to let you leave. You smiled and glanced at her, “Spring cleaning day at my friends house. They need my help.” Sighing your mother smiled slightly. “I wish you were so eager to clean

An hour had gone by. Okay, at least twenty minutes. Not to long ago my (h/l) (h/c) hair was neatly pinned back, the spiral curls now cascading over my shoulders in a messy tangle. Today was the day I was finally to meet my boss, a mysterious business man by the code name of Slenderman. I found it peculiar that he chose that name, being that of the infamous internet story killer. Besides the fact that I was meeting "Slenderman", the elevator got stuck on my way up to the highest floor. I assumed it was just my luck, as usual, to ruin something that was going so well. To fully complete my miserable day, I was sitting across from a silent strang

    "Happy Turkey Day!!" Jeff screamed from the top of the stairs as he ran down at a fast pace. You glanced up from where you were helping Slenderman in the kitchen, the oven persistently beeping at the same time as the pale killer's yelling.    "It's called Thanksgiving, smart one." You replied, rushing over to the oven to pull out the large, golden brown turkey. This was probably the busiest day of the year, every year, aside from Halloween. There was so much cooking and preparing to do, plus attempting to keep the food away from the teenagers in the house before you had the chance to sit down and eat as a somewhat dysfunctional family.

    You shuffled down the side walk in the ankle deep snow, hands shoved deep into your jacket pockets to prevent freeze. The winter months were lovely, with the white snow and ice, but you would much prefer if the cold wasn't so intense. Currently, you were headed to the mansion you spent so much time in, though frankly who wouldn't if all of your closest friends lived in one location.    It was tradition to pass the to the new year together, everyone with glasses of cider and funky hats or glasses to celebrate the passing (and survival) of a whole year. Despite the cold, you were rather excited to spend yet another holiday in the killer c

    Without hesitating an instant, you searched through the killers around the room for the boy in the blue mask and black hoodie. You knew that if you didn't do anything to encourage him he wouldn't bother trying to give you the present he had for you in person. Clearly he had something for you too. You had even nearly walked in on him wrapping it, not that you knew what it was. As if drawn by your gaze, the masked killer rose to his feet hastily. He was silent as he approached the tree and grabbed a rather lumpy package, leaving the room the instant he had it in his grasp. You grinned just the same and followed him out of the room without e

    From the spot next to you on the couch, Ben stood up and stretched. "I've got the best gift, so I'll go first." He said, practically gliding over to the tree to grab a somewhat large, horridly wrapped gift from beneath the tree. Ben didn't even give you the chance to stand up before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you towards the stairs.    You both sat down on the second to last step, pretty close together on the narrow staircase. Ben set the gift on your lap and leaned back on the stairs, so sure you would absolutely love it. You shook your head and stared at the gift. "Did you wrap this?" you asked, losing track of the

    "I want to go!" A very excited voice said. You grinned, instantly recognizing it as your closest friend in the mansion. Ticci Toby rose to his feet and grabbed a square box wrapped in striped paper from the back of the tree, nearly dropping it in his haste. "Come on (Y/n)." Toby said, rushing out of the room without even giving you a chance to stand up. You hurried out of the room after him, attempting not to shoot glares at any of the other killers snickering in amusement. Not even a second after leaving the room, you heard the shouts and screams of a gift exchange going on; creepypasta style.    "Open it! Go o-on!" Toby said, thrustin

    "We've got this!" A certain masked proxy said, jumping to his feet barely a second after the announcement. By his side, his fellow proxy in the orange hoodie fidgeted nervously. "Do we have to go first Masky?" Hoodie asked in a hushed voice. Masky nodded his head and walked towards the tree, snatching up a colorful box the size of a large plate. "Come on (Y/n)!" The yellow clad killer said, marching into the kitchen practically dragging Hoodie.    Slowly, you rose to your feet, smiling unintentionally at Masky's holiday cheer. He seemed to be the only one enjoying the holiday other than Sally, though you had no idea why. Hoodie was alwa

    A loud sigh broke the awkward silence as Jeff jumped to his feet. "I'll go first, but I ain't doing it in here." He growled, snatching a rectangular box hastily wrapped in a red, shiny foil off of the top of the present pile. Awkwardly, you rose to your feet, not expecting the sudden holiday gesture from Jeff. A few snickers and even a hastily quieted wolf whistle (from Ben, no doubt) followed your departure as you walked after him.     "Stupid punk." Jeff muttered, spoken more to himself than any particular person. You followed him into the dining room, a safe distance from the growing noise in the living room as ravenous teenagers exc

"Don't you think you're a little old for that?" Your mother said, barely controlling her laughter. You frowned, folding your arms defiantly. Lately, you'd been hearing a voice late at night, softly coaxing you to leave your warm, cozy bed and follow it some where into the cold night. After telling your mother that you were beginning to feel paranoid, she insisted it was nothing besides your nonexistent "imaginary" friend. To think, (Y/n) (L/n) was hearing voices at age (y/a). Finally, being unable to take the mocking laughter any longer, you sighed in frustration before storming into your room and slamming the door behind you. "I swear I'm n