~This a little x reader was inspired by Mother Murder by Hollywood Undead, one of my favorite bands.~
From slenderverse zodiac
Tim woke up in a state to where he felt sick in his stomach. A feeling worse than really he had before.
So this must be how girls feel on their period. He chuckled a little at his thought, he seemed to joke more often around people and himself. Maybe it was because of his depression? Multiple suicide attempts? Or not even giving a fu- I mean care anymore?

Tim got up and went to the bathroom to open his medicine cabinet, stepping on his mask he left on the floor. He looked at himself in his cracked mirror, noticing some blood on his cheek. The usual.

He felt bad for himself that he is pretty use of blood. When he first was getting those blackouts, those are a different story. He reached to turn the water on in his sink.
Before he turned the water on, he withdrew his hand away. There was blood, yeah sure he had blood on his hands for the usual, but this. This was more blood than usual, like he ACTUALLY killed someone than his usual attacking and then run away act.

He forgot what he was doing before he noticed his hand as he stood in shock at it, turning his hand around. He looked at his other hand, blood on it too, but a little less blood than his right hand.

There was a ringing sound humming in the air, Tim turned around and accidently knocked over a cup with some toothbrushes in it. Tim ran to his phone on his bed.

He heard sobbing on the other end when he answered. "H-Hello?" His mind was spinning with so many thoughts that he forgot who was calling him in his contacts already.
"Tim, I-I need to tell you something."

Y/N?

"O-oh, um, yeah sure. Tell me why you are sobbing." Tim leaned against the end of the bed railing. (The little railing/fence you's usually have for the top and bottom of your bed). "M-My mom got k-killed last night, cops don't know who killed her."

Tim looked down at his left hand, blood sprayed on his palm, some on his fingers. A little on the other side of the hand too, more on his fingers and palm. Then he took the phone off his ear and looked at the back of the phone, blood too. Must've been from his right hand, he would have put it on speaker, but speaker seems harder to talk to people.

He sighed and ran his left hand through his hair, getting some blood in his hair. What else will get blood on it now? I'll just clean my hands and take a shower later.
"Tim? Are you there?" Y/N asked through sobs that burned her throat and gave her a headache.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am. Sorry, just, uh, shocked, that's all." Tim answered back, Y/N sniffled on the other end. "I-I'm sorry for your loss, Y/N, but I got to go to work. Talk to you later." Tim ended the call, not even listening to Y/N answer back to his goodbye.

He lied, too many times he has lied to people. Tim tossed his phone back onto the bed, like it was before, and got into the shower.

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Tim sat on his bed, 10:30 am, crying into his hands from stress and guilt. It was the day of the funeral, Tim wasn't invited, but Y/N texted him a little beforehand. Tim got his phone out, went into his contacts and into messages, and texted her.

'I know who the killer is who killed your mother. Meet me at Rosswood Park in front of the woods after the funeral.'

Tim got up, tucking his phone into his pocket. He got his mask that had dried up blood on it from last week when he killed her mother. He crumpled it up and tucking it into the pocket that his phone was in, not caring. Tim grabbed his pills and put it in that pocket. He walked out and got into his car, he drove to Rosswood Park.