He watched your form from the shadows of the lush forestry. Your arms were locked around your torso, and your hair was aloof from the
early October winds that swept the beautiful strands of [H/C] out of place. Your [F/C] shoes were muddy from monitoring the area
several times, looking for that one extra page you were missing.
He was seriously considering just giving it to you, since it was right there in his hand. You were his favorite human, he had watched you
and your friends after school hours several times before. He thought you were gorgeous, the way your hips swung deliciously when you
walked; every aspect of you made his mouth water.
The loud sound of fabric rustling together and a painfully loud smack tossed him out of his thoughts. He peered through the darkness of
the cement building for your figure, only for his eyes to land on you once again, laying face down on the concrete floor. You slowly rose to a sitting position, where you pulled up your jeans. His breath hitched at the sight of your exposed skin.
You puckered your lips and blew lightly on the wound on your knee, wincing as the stinging of the open flesh refused to calm. Dabbing
the blood carefully with your sleeve, you heard the distinct sound of light footsteps in the dark corner. Your gaze snapped quickly in the
direction of the noises, and saw nothing but the mustiness and dark shadows of the walls. Squinting, your eyes barley made out the
shape of broad shoulders and a head. Gasping, you grabbed your flashlight that had rolled a few inches away from you and pointed it in
the direction of the person.
"Oh!" You breathed out, eyes widening as your eyes landed on the white mask that looked distinctly like a certain myth. "You..!"
He approached, to which you reacted by crawling backwards toward the far wall with your hands and good leg. Freezing, he realized that
he could not simply walk up to you and expect you to accept him for who he was right away. Slowly, he squatted so that both of you
were level, and extended his hands.
He let out a low murmur, in which you could faintly make out words. You furrowed your eyebrows, and leaned forward slightly. "What?"
As he repeated, a bit louder this time, he shuffled a bit towards you, "I can help you with that."
"You.. you aren't going to hurt me, are you?" You asked. "What's your name."
The stranger looked down, seemingly suddenly nervous. He mumbled, "They call me Masky."
"I know that. But you're obviously a cosplayer. Come on, boy. I want your actual name." You said with a roll of your eyes.
Masky seemed to fidget. He wasn't very familiar with the art of cosplay. "Tim.. my real name is Tim. I am not a cosplayer."
He inhaled, "I'm hardly familiar with the art of cosplay."
As you tried to scoot closer, you winced, so he approached before taking hold of the sides of your knee.
"Hey, take off your mask..." It was more of a demand than a question. He looked up at you.
"I .. oh, fine..."
He slid off the mask, and revealed to you the dull, blue eyes that contrasted in the darkness. His pale skin seemed to glow in the mere
strands of moonlight that fell through the various doorless - doorways and open windows. It looked oddly appealing to you. His autumn
brown hair frame his slender face perfectly.
"Your face is very handsome. Whatever girl has had you is very lucky." You flushed at your own words.
Tim looked at you in confusion, "Had.. me? I've never had a girl."
You gasped, surprised. "Really?! I'm very surprised. What do you do with the girls you usually see?" You joked, smirking. "One nighters?"
"I kill them." He swallowed loudly. "It's my job... to.."
Laughing, you extended a hand, "[First Name]"
Quickly, he replied. "I know." Smooth, He growled inwardly.
To his surprised, you only giggled more. "Yeah, whatever you say. Hey, you seem like a nice guy. How about we get lunch sometime?"
It was his turn to feel hot and bothered. "Okay.." To be honest, he had no idea what you had meant by that. You winked at him, ripping
off a piece of one of the pages you had collected. He winced. Master Slender won't be happy about that..
You took out a pen, which he was surprised you had, and scribbled down your number on the paper before handing it to him.
"Call me! And leave the mask at home, okay?"
"I.. okay." He was flustered. You stood, and limped to the doorway. He rose quickly. "I, um.. I can help you home, if you'd like. These
woods are pretty thick."
You beamed that dazzling smile, "Sure! My car is just at the entrance, so I'd appreciate if you'd walk me there."
He follow you out the building, and made small talk. He didn't really know what he was doing. All he knew is that he'd have to deal with
his boss when he got back, and ask Jeffrey a few questions.. if that madman didn't try to kill him, that is.
He thought time had flown by too fast for his taste when he saw that your vehicle was just up ahead. You turned to him, "Well, this is
where we part. I'll see you .... tomorrow? I'm free from work."
He nodded hesitantly.
"Great!" You smiled before leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Thanks for helping me! And don't forget to call!" And with that, you hobbled
off to your car and started up the ignition and driving off, and he stared off in a daze.
He had a lot of social studying to do.