Shades Of Red
Creepypasta x Fem Reader
Masky and Hoodie belong to the creators of Marble Hornets. Ticci Toby belongs to Kastoway. All Creepypasta characters belong to their rightful owners!
Chapter 1 | Crimson Red
TW: Slight Gore? Mentions of blood! Foul language!
Blood...spilled all over the floor with the remains of an innocent. Bloodshot eyes staring lifelessly with no emotion, face covered in streams of crimson red. Their mouth gaped open after they have let out their final breath, yet a scream.
You recall the scream, being full of loud pleading, begging for mercy, begging you for mercy. Hoping for some remorse or some sort of sympathy in your eyes as you put a bullet through their head.
The person got to close into finding us. Almost all of them do, and yet the outcome is always the same...death. If only they had knew better, every last one of them.
Sure, what you do isn't morally right or humane at all. But goddamn you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting tired of this bullshit. Why couldn't they just leave you and your family alone?
You suddenly feel someone softly shake you, breaking you from your train of thoughts. You slowly look at the lanky man standing in front of you as you regain consciousness of reality.
"G-g-get your h-head in the game." Is all he said, raspiness and quickness in his voice. Yellow goggles is what you see, stained with small splashes of blood but behind them are concerned yet stern maroon eyes. Toby...
You gave him a nod and kneeled down, quickly began taking out cleaning supplies from your backpack. Toby walks to the body and drags it away to the door, he then turns his head to your direction giving you one last glance before he left. He couldn't read your facial expressions due to the fact that you were wearing your mask, one that you've never taken off.
He shakes his head slightly while sighing and gets back to what he was doing, closing the door behind him. He wished you would trust him into letting him see your face. He may not let you see his face but that's only because he has an ugly scar.
He doesn't have a problem with showing his face to the others but for some reason can't muster up the courage to show himself to you. He fears that if you see his face you'll run away in fear...
Before you could clean up you notice someone kneeling next to you. "Do you know how many times I had to call your name?" A stoic, masculine voice asked. You turn around, faced with a ski mask, two red dots for eyes and a red, upside down, curved line that serves as a frown. Hoodie.
"You know, this isn't like you." He muttered as he slowly got up. You cock your head to the side with a small smile behind your mask. "Well how do you know this isn't like me?" You said with slight amusement. Hoodie shakes his head disapprovingly but let's out a hum of acknowledgment.
Hoodie was always professional but when he was with you he couldn't help but feel "alive". He wasn't the type to go around having a laugh with everyone like he used to in college. But he couldn't help but want to be closer to you, having moments like the one you guys shared make his heart flutter. Hoodie softly pats your back and gets up to get back to work.
You started to clean the floor making sure there wasn't a single speck of blood, as if nothing had happen. A few minutes passed by and after making sure everything was spotless you got up and gather your cleaning supplies, correctly putting them in their designated area in the backpack. E.J and Jane would be proud.
Before you could get up you noticed a gloved hand extended out towards you, you then look up and see a porcelain, feminine mask. The right hand man of the Operator, Masky. It was out of character for him since you two supposedly "hate" each other. You see, you both are extremely proficient and loyal, going hand-to-hand towards The Operator aka The Slenderman.
Because of this he felt threatened that you were going to steal his spot that he so worked hard for, broken bones, blood, sweat and tears all down a drain of misery. You bit back your tongue, not letting yourself getting carried away and insult the man, you didn't hate him nor did you like him, you sometimes just like messing with him.
You decided to accept the helping hand. You swiftly get on your feet, slightly bumping into his amber, dirty, jacket. He scoffed, "Watch it you idiot." He snarled at you. Before you could bite back at him he quickly walks away.
You didn't get him, you knew he was bipolar, well almost everyone is but he was different about it. He had terrible mood swings. He would insult you with his words, venom laced in his voice and yet his actions speak a different story.
Masky felt embarrassment, he couldn't look bad in front of you. He couldn't help but feel shy around you which was odd since he was always stern and strict, head held high while setting an example towards the other proxies.
You brushed it off and grabbed your back pack, finished with your job you went outside of the cabin. Toby didn't seem to notice your presence walking up to him since he was cutting the victims limbs off and putting them in bags. You then look at the small hole in the ground. "Didn't feel like digging a big hole huh?" You mused at him.
"Damn straight," Toby huffed out. You let out a soft chuckle while grabbing a pair of pliers out of your backpack. You then carefully started to pull the victims teeth out, making sure you get all of them because of the victim's dental record.
"Is Hoodie a-a-and Masky done r—rummaging t-the place?" Toby asked while he gathered all the bags fill with limbs, placing them in the hole and covering it back up with a shovel he got from dirty, sad looking, red truck that had lost its original color. You remember when Jeff told you the story on how he stole the truck in order to make up for the other broken ones he crashed.
"Judging by the size of the cabin, probably." Toby hummed as you both looked back at the cabin. As if on cue, both Masky and Hoodie come out of the cabin with two full backpacks. You and Toby hurriedly get in the backseat of the truck following by Masky in the drivers seat and Hoodie in the passenger seat.
You hear the engine start as you lift your legs up and putting them on Toby's lap while he was quickly putting on his seatbelt, earning a side glare from the man although he did nothing to stop it. You laid back, looking up at the roof of the truck you see old gum and bumps imprinted on the roof, probably the work of Jeff.
You feel Toby nervously move which made you slowly lift you head up to find Toby's hands clutch onto his thighs as if his life depended on it. He sat up straight, chest puffing in and out quicker than usual.
You had your suspicions that Toby was...afraid when it came to riding a vehicle. Although you don't know why, you didn't want to overstep boundaries and ruin your friendship with him. Wanting to provide some sort of comfort you decided to sit up and sit closer to him.
Surprisingly, you noticed him still not paying attention to you, you nudged your knee against his. He turned his head towards you and before he could say anything you propped your head on his shoulder, playfully nuzzling your head into him. He tensed up but slowly he seemed to relax, slightly resting his head onto yours.
Silence fills the truck, the low engine and bumps on the road serving as background noises while everyone gets lost in their thoughts. A small smirk was slowly planted on your lips as a mischievous idea popped into your head. You were going to mess with Masky a bit.
"Are we going to stop for McDonalds on the way back?" You abruptly said. Toby let out a snort while Masky looked up at the rear mirrors. He clenched his jaw and clutched the driving wheel tightly in envy when he saw you and Toby comfortably resting on each other.
"You've got McDonalds money?" Hoodie played into your banter. You press your foot against the drivers seat. "Yo Masky, my man, we're friends right?"
"You do know you could've check for the victims wallet right?" Masky mutters. "Fuck am I going to do that for?" You said, acting dumbfounded.
"Money dumbass," He sneered. You turned your head and looked at Toby. "Shit, hey Toby, do you think they're going to accept Monopoly money?"
"Y-yesterday you c—couldn't even a-afford a piece of b-b-bubblegum, you just shoplifted." He said with amusement in his eyes.
"You know, if you two would've gotten caught for stealing a pack of bubblegum, I would've put my hands on you bitches." Hoodie playfully said.
"You not putting your hands on anyone, looking like Jack in the box mascot if he were on crack." Toby and Hoodie laughed while Masky tried to hold in his, only letting out a quiet snort.
Slowly the laughter died down and overcame comfortable silence. You suddenly felt a wave of tiredness wash over you, which is something you get rarely. "Wake me up when we get there." You purposely whispered close in Toby's ear making him tensed up. You let out a hum of contentment, then slowly rested your head on his lap and closed your eyes, giving in into a dreamless sleep.
Sometimes you had nightmares, other times you had...alright but weird dreams, but for the most part you didn't have dreams or nightmares, which was good. Although you didn't sleep much, almost no one did in this line of work...
Toby felt as the world stopped around him, you laying there peacefully, vulnerable, he could only focused on your soft breathing. Out of the three, you probably trusted him the most, and it makes him happy knowing that. He softly patted you head while he look out the window, a small smile started to form on his lips. It was dark outside, the only thing illuminating the place is the bright moon and the trucks broken headlights that flicker.
The mission didn't take long but it did came in late, humans were starting to get smarter and were close to exposing us. Luckily we were able quickly dispose of the situation but that meant we had to wake up around 2 a.m. It explains why you were acting different and been zoning out the whole mission. It was at least past 4 a.m. already, EJ was probably waiting back at the manor.
"Were going to crash if you don't get those headlights fixed." Hoodie looked at Masky, pointing out the obvious. "Yeah I know," Is all Masky could say with a tired sigh before continuing. "I'll have to ask Jeff to help me...if that bastard is even up for the task."
Hoodie hummed and looked over to you, hoping to hear your opinion, he was a bit taken aback when he saw you resting on Toby. He would kill to be in Toby's place right now, he thought. "We're almost there, you should probably wake her up." Hoodie whispered to Toby in attempt to not wake you up.
Masky overhearing Hoodie scoffed at how slothful you were acting. He was exhausted too but that didn't mean he can slack off, it's important to set an example to the lower proxies even if they weren't watching. But deep down Masky felt some sort...consolation knowing that you are resting. He's hard on you but that's only because he cares about you but that's something he will never admit, a secret that he is going to take to his grave.
Toby looked down upon your resting body, he feels bad for having to wake you up but he could just help you to your room. "We're here," Masky said as he parked the truck in front of the manor. Toby gently shaked you awake making you stir a bit before you slowly got up and opened your eyes.
Outside the manor, Ej was sitting on the steps, one of his legs slightly bouncing. He had a medical kit waiting for the four of you incase of injuries. He wasn't pleased when he found out he had to stay up late, you had to convince him to cooperate. Surprisingly, he decided to comply.
"I'll go park the truck in the garage, Hoodie, I need you to go get Jeff and tell him that he needs to help me fix the trucks headlights. I don't care how you do it just get him." Masky instructed. Toby and Hoodie quickly got off the truck while you took your time, Masky let out an annoyed huff.
You had a feeling you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. You felt sore, all you just wanted to do was lay on your bed, stare at the ceiling, and think about how your life has come to this point.
You finally got out and watched Masky drive away as Ej gets up from the steps and hastily walk over to you, almost worried. "How was the mission? Were there any casualties?"
"Y'know we're right here right?" Hoodie said but Ej ignored him and gave his whole attention towards you.
"Nope, although it was hard to get in the cabin but for the most part it was pretty easy. Don't worry that pretty yet psycho head of yours." You poked at Ej hooded head. Ej softly smacked your finger away while nodding at you as you both walked into the manor, Toby and Hoodie following behind.
You were surprisingly met with a pair of brothers, Jeff and Lui, they were both bickering and didn't seem to notice the four of you walking in. Jeff seem to notice you first as his smile started to slowly grow wider, almost similar like Cheshire Cat.
"I'm surprised you're not dead." Jeff pushed Lui to the side as he made his way towards you. Lui's enraged face slowly calmed down after he seeing you, his anger died down and was overcame with relief. "I can say the same thing for you." Hoodie crosses his arms, coming to your defense.
You rolled your eyes, irritated. You then lazily turned to Lui, ignoring Jeff. "I'm surprised you're not asleep." You softly said to him, staring into his exhausted emerald eyes. "Not with this one lurking at night." Lui pointed his thumb towards Jeff making him childishly stick his tongue out at him. "Anyways, are you alright, no offense but you look dreadful." You scoffed, Lui had a small, shy, smile on his face.
"Yeah, I'm alright, I'm just tired that's all." You mumbled. "If you don't mind, let me walk you to your room." Lui offered. Jeff have him a baffled look as if he just grown two heads. Before you could accept you were interrupted. "That's very kind of you Lui, such a gentleman." Jeff said with a high pitch tone as twirled his greasy strand of hair.
At this point you were too tired to argue with anyone and just let Lui pull you away to the stairs. "You do know she can walk herself to her room." Ej annoyingly said while glaring behind his mask at Lui's back, the rest of the other killers silently agreed. "You do know I didn't ask." Lui gave him a side glare.
"C'mon Jeff," Hoodie bumped into him as he made his way into the dark night. "What for!?" Jeff said confused. "You n-need to help Masky f-f-fix the t—truck." Toby quietly said as he walks pass him. "Aww, fuck!" Toby heard Jeff yell as he ran a hand through his long, oily, jet black hair.
Toby hastily walked to his room, wanting to get this day finished already. Toby thought to himself, he wasn't handsome or badass like the other guys he was just...Toby. Before he could enter his room he watched you ruffle Lui's hair, causing Lui to blush. He gave one last glance before he made his way inside, he doesn't have a chance.
You bid your goodbyes to Lui, softly shutting the door. You quickly undress yourself, the cold air making you hiss. You ripped you mask off and place it next to the bed side table, you then take a deep breath.
You changed into comfortable clothes and plop yourself on your hard-matted bed, slightly groaning from the action. You pull your thin sheets over your cold, shivering, body and force your eyes shut.
A few moments after the door suddenly flew open making you quickly sit up. Thinking it was Jeff, you grab your knife from under your pillow and quickly put on your mask.
But you then lowered your knife as you see a small stature. "I-I...threw up, a-and had a bad dream..." A small, teary voice said, It was Sally. You sighed and patted your bed, signaling that Sally could sleep over. She wiped her tears and jumped on your bed, stuffing her face onto your pillows.
You gave her a tired but soft smile from behind your mask and brushed her hair with your fingers. Knowing that you had to get up and clean the mess, after that you then had to comfort Sally and stay up with her until she went to sleep.
Well so much for a good nights rest...but it's worth it.
A/N- I'm thinking about adding more characters into this series, comment what other creepypastas you want to see! :D
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