A/N
So hey.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to update twice everyday on weekends, but it's mainly because I'm animating memes for my YT channel....
Anyways, I'll update twice today, that's fo sure.
THANKS. FOR. BEARING. WITH. MY. SCATTERBRAINED. ARS.
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Y/N

Smiling stupidly, I look up at them, widening my eyes to mimic an expression between almost psychotic and sane.
"Also, y'all owe me fifty dollars." I say, before resuming a sweet smile.
"But- BEN began, I cut him off.
"NO BUTS."
"We could legitimately kill you right now." Jeff said.
"Yes. Yes you could."
"Then why aren't you running?"
I shrug my shoulders. There's no way out of this. There might be more pastas in the surrounding tree line.
I turn sharply, and behind me, a blue navy mask stood out among the tree line.
Eyeless jack. Greeaaat. Like, maybe they should bring fudging Zalgo to the party to.
No Y/N... don't jinx it.
I turn back around, "Because there's no way out of this mess. It's like a wounded sparrow, wounded as in my pride, thinking it can outrun a pack of wolves," I say.
Poker face don't fail me now. I want to go down with a cool demeanor.
"Also because I'm pretty sure I'm suicidal." I finish, tilting my head as everyone got out from behind the bushes and started towards me.
"Yippee yai yay. I'm gonna die today," I say, drawing my knife to my wrist.
"You know, I think I'd rather die at my own hands than at yours." I say, running the blade across my hand, making a cut so very shallow.
Little droplets of blood formed in my palm, and I stared at it, wondering if I could kill myself in a quick slice.
I looked up at Ticci Toby.
"Kill her and never again will you get free waffles." A voice said said in a disoriented, demonic voice.
"Who the hell is that?" BEN said, stopping about several feet away from me. I looked behind myself, and there stood a... someone. I guess.
They were lean and tall, and wore a rubberized jacket. He wore black jeans, and an white, oval mask, with two large gaping holes for eyes and a small, semicircle frown. One grey blue teardrop was painted below either eye.
He looked up, and looked back at everyone else.
"It's about to rain." He said.
As if one que, a sudden downpour hit everyone.
BEN made a choking sound, and took off.
It began to rain so hard, I could hardly see any of the pastas through the sheets of drippery. Maybe they couldn't see me. I could still see tall ass red riding hood. He looked at me, and a silver grey glint was all I could see behind his mask. He gestured towards the forest, and walked away, disappearing into the grey.
I could hear someone shout, maybe Masky, "Don't let her get to the tree line!"
To the mother shucking treeline I went. I crashed through it, the rain muffling all noise I made, and followed the cones back to the park.
I got rain in my eyes, and I rubbed my them for a moment. When I looked up, tall red riding hood was walking besides me. I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" He replies.
"F/N." I reply. (Fake Name)
"Y/N? Cool name." He shrugs. I started to walk a little faster. I swear, if this guy is a telepath.
"I overheard your name when you announced it to the most dangerous serial killers in history." He said cheerfully.
   "What's yours?" I ask. He shrugs, "doesn't really matter." He said bluntly. I stared at him         curiously. "Then what do I call you?" I ask. He turns to me, and rubbed his masked chin. "Uhm.. I'll give you my proxy name. Don't want you to track me down or some shit because I'm pretty sure you're super dangerous." He says, I could HEAR the smile in his voice.
   Shit this guys a... of freaking course he a proxy! So stupid! Freaky mask and attire? No crap.
   "You can call me Rainy." He said thoughtfully. I chuckle a little, "No shet, man."
   He glanced in my direction, and this time I could see his eye. It was silver, really freaking sparkly, may I add. Cool.
   "What are you doing in the creepy ass forest?" He asks. I shrug, "I like it." I said bluntly, hooking a thumb behind us, "That was my camp until Masky and Hoodie went Area 51 and ambushed me. He pushed from the fuccing tree." I say. It's like a big Ol' vent.
He hums a response, and we continue in silence.
   As we approached the forest edge and to the park, he stops. I ask him why he saved me, arching a skeptical brow as I did so.
   "Just announcing the weather." He replies with a shrug. I snort. He turned around, and started walking back.
He then turns, and a serious aura surrounds him, I could tell. Don't know how. Maybe it was the way he held himself. Vewwe sewious.
   "The Operator has taken a very slight interest in you. Watch your back. Move around. Whatever you do, don't trust anyone to hastily from here out." He says before turning, and skulking back into the woods. I shudder. Dude sure knows how to make an entrance, AND an exit.
Freaks. He's a nice freak. I don't know what the hell everyone else is. Jeff's weird as hell, and Ticci Toby's a waffle addict. Aaaand BEN is a hydrophobic. Eh heh... heh.
   As I'm walking home, I suddenly realize all my stuff was in the tree shelter.
   I look around. It was dark out, and no one was around. I look towards the woods, and yell, "GOD DAMMIT MASKY, YOU SONOVA BEACH." I say. I then give the forest the bird, before stalking off, hands in my pockets. I'll get my stuff later. For now, I find shelter from the rain. Home? No way.
   Maybe a hotel... they won't find me. I'm sure of it. Screw the what if's. I dug around my pocket and pulled out my-hardly-a-wallet, wallet. I see the crisp, beautiful two hundreds that are still there from my birthday. Grandpas are so cool.
   I start jogging to to the Owlburrow Inn. It was cheap, cozy, and the people who worked there where nice. I had a friend who's mom owned the place. Maybe I could get in for free, or maybe a discount if I told her the (bent) situation I was in.
   Jesus, this was getting messy. I need to lie down.