Hoodie x Male!Reader- Forsaken One
((I have writer's block. Which is the worst thing an author can wish upon someone. Even their worst enemy. But I'mma write and try to get through it, so I'm sorry if this story is just as crappy as my others. I'll try and make up for it by editing it as I go, but I can't promise anything. Plus I haven't written a Hoodie fan-fiction yet, so here goes!))
That was all you could see. Darkness that stretched for what seemed like forever. But the last time someone brought you a plate of food, you sort of figured out the distance. It seemed like a really big basement. But you were chained to one wall by an ankle cuff, so you couldn't see anything else. You didn't know how you got here, or who even kidnapped you. Or how long you were even here for. The last thing you remember was walking home after school, minding your own business, when something hard hit your head and you blacked out, allowing whoever it was to drag you to their basement.
You felt the back of your head, and a your fingers brushed over a large, blood crusted bump. You winced and dropped your hand.
You hated whatever brought you here. You've only seen him once, and he was extremely tall with a menacing aura. You didn't even get a chance to ask him if you could call your dad to tell him you were okay. The stranger just pressed a hand against your forehead and shoved your head against the wall, his presence roaming around in your thoughts, memories, and even personal things you had stored in there.
He didn't give you a chance to ask him if you could call the man who had taken you in when your mother left you. To tell him you loved him before you were forced to rot away in this dusty, dirty room after the monster left from having torn you apart mentally. Away from society, away from all signs of life, and away from the safety you called home, you would die. The door to the basement swung open, and a black figure stood in the doorway, some sort of tray in its hands. The delicious smell of precious food wafted over, and your stomach growled in annoyance. You pushed down the emptiness, and spoke up to your captor's helper about your previous thoughts. You could tell he wasn't the real thing because he was a lot shorter. "W-who are you? Why'd you bring me here? Can I see my dad? Who the hell are you?!" You shrunk away from the figure as it descended the steps and approached you.
With the light from the apparent hallway, you could see a little of your captor's helper's fa-er-mask. The black fabric of the ski mask had a bright red frown and eyes sewn on, and you somehow found comfort in it.
You didn't know why.
He crouched down in front of you and placed the tray down on the cement floor, tugging at your ankle cuff's chain to make sure it was set, before glancing up and meeting your gaze. "Eat. Please. You need something." He nudged the tray of [fave food] towards you, and you looked at it before back up at him. "Where am I?"
He awkwardly sat down in front of you, resting his hands on his knee caps as he supposedly stared at you. "In the basement of Slender mansion. I don't know why you're here, so don't ask. No you can't see your dad, but he knows you're OK. My name's Bri-Hoodie. I bring you your meals...that you don't eat." He pointed at the food. "Eat. Please." He repeated his statement from before, and you looked at him warily before letting your guard down just a fraction.
If he was going to kill you, he would've done it a long time ago.
He produced a plastic fork from his pocket, and placed it on the tray next to the plate. 'Smart. He didn't want me to stab him and pick the lock to my shackles so I could escape.'
He watched as you took a small, tentative bite of your supper. Or was it breakfast? You didn't know, but this sure as hell was good after a few days of refusing to eat anything the other monster gave you. He watched as you wolfed the rest of it down. You moaned in satisfaction, and your stomach thanked you for the delicious meal. Hoodie picked the tray back up, stood up, brushed off his jeans, and got to the basement's open door. "I'll come back in a few hours to give you your dinner." He mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, and left the room, closing the door...
And leaving you to utter darkness again.