Masky x Reader, [Cigarettes and Operator Symbols]

A/N: This time, it's a reader insert featuring Masky as he is in canon. Sorry in advance of any OOC-ness. *explained further in the description*

Ⓧ[Cigarettes and Operator Symbols]Ⓧ

Masky x Reader

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    Smoke curled around the two of you as you sipped your coffee, gently waving away the wisps of smoke with your hand.  

    "Tim, do you really have to smoke in here, right now?" He shrugged, taking another long drag of his cigarette.  

    "I can't exactly go outside." He said, exhaling the pale vapor in one long breath.  Biting the inside of your cheek, you glanced outside at the pouring rain.  The sky was grey; the small town saturated from the stormy weather.  You debated on arguing that he could stand to wait another hour or two-- when the two of your were out of the diner and he wasn't getting dirty looks from the waitress for smoking like a chimney-- but he seemed indifferent.  The diner was basically empty, anyway.  He wasn't really disturbing anyone.  Save for you, of course.  You opened your mouth to object, but coughed instead (from choking on your coffee, mind you, but played it up in hopes that Tim would get the hint). Tim paused, and with a hint of amusement put out his cigarette, crushing the end with his knuckle.     "Tim, I'm sorry--" He waved his hand and your apology away, shaking his head.

    "It's all me, (Name)," He said, sighing.  "Don't worry about it."  You pursed your lips, your eyes narrowing slightly as Tim showed extreme interest at an invisible stain on the table, rubbing at the mottled surface with his thumb.  For an actor, he was a poor liar.  Releasing a small sigh of your own, you pretended to take a few sips of coffee, although your mug had run out a few moments ago.  Silence filled the air, save for the soft whirring of the diner's heater near your table.  It wasn't a comfortable silence, and as the seconds crawled by you found yourself fidgeting, unsettled by the tension that hung thickly between you and Tim.

    "Are you two finished?" The waitress asked, moving to take both of your empty plates.  Tim said nothing.  You nodded, humming softly.  The waitress left the check on the table, and your hand hovered over it before it was snatched by Tim.  You glared at him, opening your mouth to protest while Tim slightly smirked, slipping in a twenty and paying for the meal. 

    "You can pay next time." He said.  The two of you craned your necks to see if the waitress was anywhere to be found, but the restaurant was completely barren.  You looked quizzically at Tim, who shrugged.  After a moment or two, you heard him inhale as he put the check down, a usual sign that he wanted to say something and was working up the nerve to say it.  "Listen, (Name), about what happened before--"

    "Look, you don't have to talk about the project if you don't want to, Tim." You said quickly, cutting him off.  "I know it's already difficult for you to talk about Brian," A pained look flashed over Tim's face for the briefest of moments, confirming your point, "But you don't need to feel obliged to tell me anything."  Tim fell quiet once again, staring hard at the table, looking distressed.  

    "...Tim...?"  You murmured reluctantly.

    "That's the thing, (Name), I think I have to tell you now... you're a part of it, I dragged you into it, I'm so sorry..."  Tim said, fumbling hurriedly with his jacket pocket.  A string of apologies rushed out of him as he appeared to grow more panicked and upset with each one, "Fuck, I'm sorry (Name), I'm so so sorry--" His shaking hands manage to pull from his jacket pocket a bottle of pills, bouncing and rattling in the small orange container.  You stood up, hands hesitantly out towards him.  Tim popped a handful of pills into his mouth, hastily downing a cup of water that remained on your table from your meal.  You didn't know what to say, his name was stuck in your throat, and you found his panic becoming yours as he threw a wild glance out the window behind you on the far side of the restaurant.

    "Tim, Tim what's wrong-?!" 

    "It's him, he's here-!" 

    His sentences began to break, escalating into yells before abruptly cutting themselves off, as if he was literally beginning to choke on his own words.  You looked around wildly, trying to find what he was talking about. 

    "Where Tim, where is it?" He gulped air, continuing to scoop pills into his mouth and shaking his head.  He muttered in a strangled whisper-


    "Behind you."