You didn’t think he was real. You had even obsessed with the creepy pasta fandom, a major fangirl, especially of Masky. You knew everything about him, that was on the wiki page.

How he was originally apart of Marble Hornets, his schizophrenia, cigarette addiction, etc. you often had fantasies about him. He wasn’t real anyways, and you thought that if he was, he’d love you and you’d get married—

All of that cringe fan girl stuff.

At the moment you had just posted a fan fiction with a self insert , and you were reading over cringey pages when you had heard a creak from outside of your room. Naturally you decided to look. You got up, opened the door, and—

Whack.

It was lights out for you. You had no idea what even hit you.

When you woke up, your head, buzzing and aching, felt like a rock was weighing it down. You looked up, your eyes adjusting to the dark, and that’s when you saw,

Masky-Senpai. he was….. real?

He stared at you with such a sadistic look under his white shocked mask, bemused. He had found out about the fanfics that were online about him. He didn’t like them— none of them portrayed him right. He wasn’t a cheesecake loving twink.

He was a cold hearted murderer.

“So your the weirdo whose writing those god-awful stories ‘bout me.”

He said, like he was oddly amused. He was looking forward to causing you pain.