Male/Fem Reader- you choose
Why couldn't he just leave you alone!? He was everywhere you were, either hiding in the shadows or making himself obvious to you that he was walking right behind you on your way home and to school. He rarely talked, he just followed you like a lost puppy. You had no idea who he was, only that he went by the name 'Masky' which in your opinion, fit him well seeing how he wore one. It was milky white, sometimes a few smears of dried dirt on it would be there when you see him, but most of the time he kept it clean and in good shape. It had black, feminine lips and black circles as eyes, strange arched eyebrows just above them as the only features on the mask Masky wore. He also was always seen in a tan jacket and a pair of jeans. At first you thought he might be homeless, but from the looks of him, he seemed in quite decent shape. Hair was always brushed, clothes weren't dirty, he didn't smell foul, and he wasn't awfully skinny. He got food, that was for sure, but he wasn't fat, nor skinny. Just right. Some of the NOT skinniness on him was muscle, you could tell that much. But enough about that, this man who didn't have a normal name, or talked very much was just all of a sudden following you. Whether it be him staying at your front door until you opened it to leave, or calmly sitting on a bench or curb near your school waiting for you to come out, but that's all he did. Stalk. No. Stalking didn't fit. He made it known he was watching and following you. But he did it in such a way, everybody else would easily mistake you two as buddies, because he was always just less than two feet from your side, clutching the fabric of your shirt as you walked down the side walk. You've tried to ask him why he kept following you, but you always got the same answer.
A simple shrug.
You tried to run way from him, which never worked. You swore he had some teleporting powers because once he was out of your line of sight, he pop-up out of no where and begin to follow you again, sometimes linking his arm or hand with yours as if preventing you from running off.
But today was different. You were walking home from school, Masky still right behind you, walking silently as were you. If he didn't have that mask on, you were sure you'd be able to feel his breath on your neck, that was how close he was. He'd do his usual growling at every person who neared you or spoke to you, always sending a weird look at Masky. I'm mean, who wouldn't? Humans judge each other for not wearing the same clothes they wear, its only natural for them to judge a man wearing a strange mask out in public on a normal day. As much as you hated the fact that such things were natural, it was still the cold hard truth. Luckily, Masky never seemed fazed by this, or at least from what you can tell. Anyways, you've eventually made it to your lovely home, saying your awkward good-bye to Masky who followed you to your door and didn't leave until five minutes after you were inside and had every door and window locked. What? You never know when he may come in and attack you. He could be a cold-blooded murderer for all you know!
The small red light indicated that the camera was rolling, which once in a while it would bug out, static and glitches damaging the film. A masked male sat perched on a wooden dresser, facing the teenager who sleep peacefully under their covers, a soft snore vibrating through their through, signally the state of sleep they were in. The dim light of the lamp the teen left on that night lit up a good portion of the room, which gave the strange man a perfect view of the sleeping angel snuggled into the warmth of the bed. The video glitched again, skipping and freezing before playing decently again. This time the male was swinging his legs like a child over the dresser, face still looking towards the direction of the teen. Not long after the video freaked out again, but went back to normal, showing the still asleep teen, and the masked figure laying behind them. It was unidentified whether or not he was staring towards the camera or the teen, but seeing that he must of had his eyes on said teen through the whole video, or, what was seen in the video, I guess it was safe to say he still had his gaze on them. Eventually the video began its session of static, glitches, skipping and rewounds. It was longer than the rest of the moments of damaged video. But instead of another clip of just watching the strange male stare at the sleeping teen, the masked figure popped his head up to the camera, slightly crooked as if staring at the camera intently. The video still did its static and messed up glitches before completely going black.
Your mouth was agape, and you were ten times more pale then a normal human should be. You eyes were as wide as saucers and your breath was caught in your throat.
That video was from two days ago...
You stared at the black screen of your computer.
Aaah, who needs sleep anyways!?