Wow hi ok so uhm

You may be asking, "jEssiE. What's your issue? You said you wouldn't be posting that much!!! :("

yeah i did

and i also made this a few weeks ago lmao i just lost it in my drafts and decided to post it

and i also said my updates would be weird af and irregular

so I'll probably only post these small Oneshots at night and once a month lmao

or once a week, IDK MAn

it is what it is, y'know?

nnnnyway. i made this prompt myself cause y'know

Here's some information on the oneshot.

You will be a scared mess, like most people in this situation. :))

((GENDER NEUTRAL READER))

Helen will be his usual, cold self.

⚠️ BLOOD ⚠️

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You sniffed, rubbing your rosy-pink tinged nose with your sleeve as you walked through the now chilly woods. At night. Alone.

How'd you get here, you ask?

Well, it all started, in the summer...

of 20xx. When you decided to go for a nice trek around the woods for some fresh air and nice natural viewing... when you decided to be the dare-devil you were and go down a path you've never been down before, thinking it was safe due to it being a man-made trail...

Like an idiot.

Well, not an idiot... just a person with no chill.

Whatever.

You poked your head around the bushes, trees, dead bodies— ANYTHING! for a sign of artificial light source or car.

Wait... dead bodies?

Dead bodies.

You covered your nose and mouth immediately as the horrible stench of rotting flesh wafted through your senses, your waterlines tearing up as you held back bile from itching up your throat.

"What the hell?!" You gasped between your hands as you felt yourself back into a tree, the bark stinging at the edges of your skin right through your clothing material.

A low chuckle was sounded through the darkness, making you want to start screaming, but you knew there was no point. It was stupid, to say the least.

"Well, well, well." The playful voice cooed, "A cute little fawn stumbled upon a horrific sight. What ever will it do?" The, what you assumed to be a man due to how deep it was, pouted, before laughing mockingly as you felt your legs practically melt into jelly.

'I'm about to be murdered. Not how I expected to die but whatever. It is what it is... oh hah I remember that one meme... oh, yeah, no time for memes, mama 'bout to die—' you winced at the sound of leaf crunching, looking up to see the glint of a sharp knife, blood stains splattered across the shiny metal as his almost leather-like fingers twirled it around casually.

You looked up to his face.

Oh, his... beautiful face.

Carved slits ran over the edges of his mouth, a sickeningly-sweet smile permanently placed on his white face.

His hair was black, hanging down and framing his face as it barely reached his shoulders.

Blood splatters on his white hoodie, too.

Is this a fashion statement?

You gawked at the man in horror, a small whimper escaping your soundbox by accident, making you wince when he laughed...

Your heart was racing at worrying speeds, as your looked around frantically for anything to use as a weapon...

A thick tree branch lay right it front of you.

You looked up at him, then to the branch.

His cold, icey eyes never left your own as you let your hands shakily fall from your mouth, a small sigh falling from your chapped lips as puffs of breath-vapor exited along with it.

Everything went silent, the sigh you made was the only sound following in through the air...

Before you lurched for the branch.

You didn't dare look at his face as you lunged dangerously close towards him, swinging the branch as hard as you could onto his face.

CRACK!

Blood...

Blood.

Blood.

Blood splattered across your upper torso, making you gasp as you dropped the branch and booked for it; sharp and unsteady breathes pumping out and in your body as your lungs screamed at you, the cold air making your esophagus burn painfully.

You jumped over and under tree branches, tree trunks, fallen trees, bushes, even deer carcasses torn up into shreds with large claw marks on them.

You started crying uncontrollably as you ran, your hair whipping behind you as you wiped your tears off your face.

You were so busy doing so, you didn't notice the pair of blue, nearly glowing eyes following you through the darkness, before taking off after you himself.

You stopped breathing for a moment to hear the sound of heavy footsteps running behind you...

Footsteps.

You wheezed for air, before trying to launch your legs farther and faster.

You were now grateful for PE at this moment.

You didn't notice the footsteps becoming exceedingly closer to you before you felt a body collide with your own, making you oh-so-gracefully topple over harshly due to the speed of you both, and fall on your back, knocking the air right out of you.

You wheezed, coughing violently as you hunched over and onto your side.

"You humans are just so frail..."

You stopped coughing, controlling your wheezing before looking up at the silhouette through messy hair.

You recognized that cold, stoic voice.

And those blue eyes, shining through the darkness of his white mask...

Only to be met with a knife.

He held a knife up to your face within seconds, pinning your down as he straddled your hips, gloved hands wrapped around your throat tightly, intervening with your breathing tremendously.

Your eyes widened as you gripped at his wrist holding the knife, and the other holding your throat, failing to try and stop him from getting closer as you grunted repeatedly.

You recognized him.

Was it him?

You could see the glint in his eyes through the mask much more now...

It was definitely him.

You looked at him quickly, then to the knife, before opening your mouth to try and speak...

"H...he.."

The man cocked his head to the side, loosening his grip on your throat, but kept the knife to your face as if to say, 'you do something wrong and your dead within seconds.'

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut in the new pain in your throat...

"H-hel—en."

He froze, dropping the knife.

He thought he recognized you...

"He-Helen!" You said again, but much more power in it.

"Hel-...en Otis!.."

He sat up and gawked at you, his hands now away from you as he held them mid-air, as if you were a baby that just learned to walk and he was ready to catch you at any moment.

You slowly sat up yourself, leaves and dirt tousled in your hair as you supported yourself on the palms of your hands, bringing your legs closer to you.

"...(Y/n)?"

Your eyes snapped wide open at the sound of your name.

But you nodded, swallowing again.

Helen took off his... mask, and slowly set it down.

You looked up at his face...

His face was still just as beautiful as it was just a few years ago from high school.

His turquoise eyes scanned your face expectantly, as if you were a stranger in a mask pretending to be his best friend from his lonely years, always there for him...

He missed you.

And you definitely weren't a stranger in a mask.

He was.

You looked at his attire: a blue denim jacket with a yellow smiley-face pin on it, a black shirt placed underneath it and a pair of black jeans... and... were those the dress shoes you gave him?

His face was still pale, and his hair was still dark...

It was still soft looking and shined in the moonlight, a dark blueish tint following the thick strands of his locks... making you want to touch it...

"Helen?" You asked, your voice nothing but a mere squeak as you sat up on your knees slowly.

He had a scared and stressed expression, before he looked at you...

"... Helen, I missed you..." you said again, sounding like a little child saying that to their father after he came home from a long day of work.

He looked deep into your (color) eyes, before reaching a gloved hand up to move a strand of hair away from your face.

After a few minutes of pure silence and gawking at each other, he spoke in his low, but cold voice.

"I missed your (color) eyes, (N/n)."

You didn't blush, though, you didn't want to instigate a murderer...

You were trying to fool him.

He killed your friends, after all...

You did miss him, though.

The old Helen.

And he was still hot so it made it even harder to—

Helen was now touching your face, running his fingertips alongside your delicate (color) skin, making a small shiver run down your spine.

"I-I want the old Helen back..."

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening.

Before turning cold again.

He pushed away, bringing his hand back to his side before looking away.

"We need to get you out of here. Jeff will find us soon."

You didn't have time for questions before he gripped your hand and yanked you up, placing his mask on his head before he started running the other way.

"Jesus— more running?! I'm tiiiired—"

You didn't bother hiding your clear annoyance in the situation. Like you said. You were tired. And too tired to be scared.

He sigh deeply, stopping and turning towards you.

You rose a brow at him.

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You hugged his neck, not to tight to choke him but enough to keep you propped up as he carried you through the woods bridal style.

Gee, was a gentleman...

You huffed, resting your head on his chest.

He smelled like cologne...

He sighed deeply, making your face tickle when your felt his chest rumble.

"Haven't found the trail yet?" You asked, stoically.

He shook his head.

After about five minutes of silence, you asked the icebreaker-question...

"What happened?"

He stopped, and looked down at you.

"What do you mean?" He asked, before starting his walking again and clearly avoiding the question.

"You know what I mean. Why are you like this now?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"...Well, fine!" You grumbled, crossing your arms and furrowing your eyebrows, "...you're still just as stubborn... y'know, I missed you... hmng, a lot!.. Why did you leave me? Why didn't you at least say goodbye? I don't understand!"

"I can't tell you. All I can say is that I was on a mission with Jeff."

"Mission? I— whatever, I wanted to see you!"

"I'm sorry."

"I wanted to hug you, damn it!"

"... I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you just let me!—"

Lips.

Cold lips met your own.

You were shocked, feeling your heart leap out of your chest as you wrung your hands tightly into a ball... your arms still wrapped around his neck loosely.

He was... kissing you.

Pretty gently, too.

You decided to go along with it in fear he would probably leave you for the wolves, and closed your eyes.

You didn't lean into it, though.

But... you've always wanted to do this, right?

Kiss Helen.

Ever since you met the sad... little boy...

Heh.

And you were doing it, though under different conditions than you wanted.

He pulled away, finally, and looked at you, right into your very soul.

"You gunna take me home now, pretty boy? I don't want that Jeff guy almost killing me again."

"What a way to ruin the moment."

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Wow

I wrote this quite awhile ago

And I just reread it

Lol

Imma post it hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaah

Ok

Bye

Also I'm too lazy to edit the mistakes sorry

-yourlocalcrackhead