"...how about you show us?"

Show them?

What exactly did they want? You stood there with the knife shaking. Your system went into overdrive and you ran towards your bedroom but the man with the hatchets blocked you causing you to stop before you would have rammed into him and you backed up and looked behind you to see the Masked man with his arms crossed.

"I don't see it, do you Toby?"

"N-not rea-really" the goggled man snickered.

He had a really bad stutter.

Your eyes darted around and you clutched the knife. Where do you go? You were trapped. Your phone, you have your phone. You reached to your pocket and took it out in a flash but before you can even turn it on it dropped out of your hand and you screamed. You looked down and saw your blood dripping on the ground. The masked man threw the knife and it gazed your skin but hit the wall behind you.

"No phones princess." You bit your lip and dropped the knife to cradle your hand. Hot tears were falling down your cheeks.

"Look w-what you d-did Ma-Masky, you m-made h-her cry."

"So?"

You felt the air change, it got... colder? You looked around and the adrenaline came back and you dived for the knife but you felt pressure on your wrist and a boot was pressing down on it. You let out a whimper.

"Timothy."

The pressure stopped. The air went cold and you felt fear in the pit of your stomach. The alarms in your head screamed "danger." You looked up to see Hoodie, he was in a threatening stance.

"Welcome home Brian" the masked man cooed.

Brian? His name is Brian! You finally have a name for him!

"What are you doing here you two?" You looked at Brian and then the others and slowly sat up. All their heads snapped towards you and you froze.

You quickly grabbed the knife and backed up against the counter. The blood was beginning the dry. The masked man laughed.

"Oh boy she is a cutie isn't she?"

"S-she looks like a lost p-puppy," the man named Toby said.

"Hey." You looked at Brian and the other two did too.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Wanted to check out the doll."

"I am not an item!" You yelled suddenly.

"Shut up won't you?" Brian said, you wouldn't admit it but... it hurt to hear that from him.

"N-no!" You yelled and got up and clutched the knife. "Get out of my house! All of you!" Toby and Timothy chuckled.

"Oh I see." Timothy said. "Now don't disobey daddy, doll." He said in a rude tone. You began to fill with rage, tired of these men popping into your life from no where.

"(F/n)" Brian said. You ignored him.

"Get out." You said challengingly.

"Oh she's angry, that's pretty cute."

"But she's sh-shaking out of f-fear Masky."

"Oh yeah, I guess she is."

"Get out you monsters!"

Knock

Knock

Knock

Your eyes snapped towards the door.

"(F/n)? Is everything alright?" Edna, your old neighbor asked. You were about to scream for help but all three men dived towards you and the masked man made it first closing your mouth.

"Shut up." He hissed. You struggled against his grip and ended up biting his hand.

"Call 911!" You screamed and you heard her scurry away. You felt your windpipe being crushed and you began to struggle and choke but the weight was lifted off of you.

"Don't fucking touch her. She's mine." Brian snapped at his colleague. Masky got up and grabbed Toby and rushed towards the window.

"Are you coming or not Hoodie?" Masky said.

"B-boss wou-wouldn't be happy i-if we got caught." Brian was on top of you in a heart beat gripping your chin.

"Nothing happened." You felt tears fall down your cheeks.

"Say it." He demanded.

"N-nothing... nothing h-happened" you choked out. His voice was soft as he said "good girl." He brushed your hair out of your face and got up hearing the sirens. All three of them left out the window and you sat there. Crying. You were so scared, you thought maybe your plan was going to be impossible. Get him to trust you and then capture him? He'd kill you before that happens, if he won't his buddies will.

Your door burst open and some cops came in and rushed to you.

"Ma'am are you alright? What happened." You swallowed and looked towards the window.

"Nothing." You whispered.

"Nothing? But your hand?" A medic came in and started working on your hand.

"Your neighbor reported hearing you scream and a couple of muffled voices that sounded masculine."

"I-it was the TV, I cut myself while cooking." You said and wiped your tears with the back of your good hand.

"It's okay, we are here. No one is going to hurt you. Now what really happened?" You shook and began to feel nervous, you looked out the window. They are always watching right? Maybe they went home to their boss? Should I tell the cops? You decided it would be best to tell them.

"Three men were in my house." Your hand was wrapped skillfully. The cop took out a small note pad. You continued.

"They broke in... I tried to defend myself with that steak knife and then I tried to call the police but a knife was thrown at me."

"Did it cause the injury?"

"Yes, it did."

"Continue on."

"And then... the third man came in. He's been stalking me" you trembled. They probably think you're crazy.

"Do you know what he looks like?"

You nodded. "He's lean but muscular... he normally wears a orange hoody and some kind of... mask? It has a red sad face on it. I think his name is Brian... that's what the other two called him."

He nodded and scribbled onto the note pad.

"Can you describe the other two?"

"One had a white mask and brown hair. The white mask had black lips and small eyebrows and holes where the eyes would be but the mask covered his eyes with some thin fabric. He had a tan jacket and combat boots and normal jeans, his colleagues called him Timothy or Masky..."

He continued to write. "And the other?"

"His hair was also brown and he wore orange goggles and some type of mouth guard. He wore a striped hoody and a blue shirt underneath. He had two hatchets on his hips."

He nodded and continued to write and flipped the page. "Now who threw the knife at you?"

"Masky" you said simply and the cop nodded.

"I would recommend staying with someone until we find these men. Make sure to lock the windows and doors, okay ma'am?" He helped you up.

"O-okay."

After a couple more questions and an hour of making sure you're okay they left you alone. They had helped you clean the blood from the floor and took the knife from the wall Masky forgot. Said they might find some finger prints, but you doubted it because he was wearing gloves. You bit your lip and watched the TV to fill the silence. What if they came back? Looking at the window you noticed it was getting darker. You weren't usually scared of the dark, but now, now you're scared. You sighed and went to the window and made sure it was locked and covered it with the blinds. You took a deep breath and walked to your bedroom. You decided to sleep with the lights on. Checking your bedroom window was locked you covered it and changed into pajamas. You laid down and stared at the ceiling. What if they come for you? What will you do? You rested your arm over your eyes and managed to fall asleep.

"(F/n)?"

"(F/n)!"

You gasped and sat up and punched the person before you. They flew back and groaned holding their nose.

"What the hell (F/n)!"

You looked at them. It was Lucas.

"I'm so sorry!" You helped him back up and grabbed tissues from your bedside table. You shoved them towards him and he took them and press them to his nose.

"Are you okay?" He nodded.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay, you left school early yesterday and someone said you puked. You shrugged and ran your fingers through your hair trying to tame it a little.

"I didn't feel well..." he nodded and sighed.

"Wait how did you get it?!" You said and shook looking around.

"Woah, woah calm down! You gave me a key remember?" You took a deep breath but kept looking at the windows. He furrowed his brows.

"What happened?"

You looked around and then at him.

"Th-they broke in my house... I thought I was going to die Lucas..." you rubbed your bandaged hand.

"Did they hurt you!" He pointed at your hand.

You looked away and shrugged.

"They only got my hand but a medic patched me up."

"Why didn't you call me?"

You sighed and looked at Lucas, here goes nothing.

"That night at the party, what did the men look like?"

"W-what?"

"Where was I?"

"(F/n) what is this about?"

"You left me, didn't you?"

He went silent and looked down.

"Listen (F/n), I'm sorry."

"You lied to me, I looked everywhere for you. I tripped and saw a girl fucking die. Have you seen that before? It really messes with your brain."

"(F/n)-"

"He was right..."

"Wait w-who was?"

"Brian... he was right. You left me. You didn't even look for me. I risked my life for you..."

"(F/n) I... I just wanted to have fun."

"I'm not fun enough for you? Is that it?"

"That's not what I m-"

"Get out." You said lowly.

"W-what?"

"Get out of my apartment Lucas!"

He got up reluctantly and walked out slamming the door. You grabbed your pillow and screamed into it. Brian was right... he was right you couldn't believe it. But that doesn't make him any less scary. He terrified you. He could snap your neck in a second, stomp on your rips and puncture your lungs, he could stab you to death. He is a murderer... god above you've been being stalked by a murderer. Why? Why you? What's so special about you? You wished it was a nightmare.