Masked Dreams

A/N: I am really enjoying ‘The Seer’ comic, and I love Masky, so this all just fitted together in a way. Enjoy!

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“Masky…”

Blood boiled under his skin, sweat coating his palms. His hair caught in the gusting breeze.

“Why are you...?”

Tears welled up behind his false face, glistening through his hollowed sockets.

“You couldn’t...”

He gripped the stone, his stance trembling.

“What is that…?”

The faint aroma of crimson escalated the atmosphere, sinking into the earth below.

“Why did you…”

He slumped over the limped being before him.

“I thought we…”

The human before him.

“No…”

His friend before him.

“Tim…”

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“ALEX!”

Masky sprung up, his vision blurred by his dreams. He pressed his hand against his face, gripping the porcelain. But all he felt was the squishy flesh of his cheekbones drenched in a chilled sweat. He retracted his clinging claws, realizing his neck was stiffened to it’s limit. He looked at where he was, and remembered the situation at hand.

He and his fellow colleagues were remaining at the new founded Seers domain, to assure no further issues of attack. He was sleeping on the couch, his jacket draped around him as a thin blanket, while the rest of his party were scattered across the floor. Jeff, nonchalantly, slumbering on his side alongside his sharpened companion, still stained with blood. Scarecrow, surprisingly, cuddling with her scythe, almost as if she were bestowing herself to a lover.

Masky, still in shock of his vivid dreams, peered his eyes around the area for his false face. During his shrugs of searching, he heard a sudden ‘clack’ on the floor. He looked down to the carpet to the porcelain in the moon light. He stretched an arm and grasped it. He quickly pushed it against his face aggressively, not ever wanting to see reality without it. It was his humanity, and he refused to let it go to waste.

As he pulled the straps around his head, he felt a chill arise in the air. Masky turned his head toward The Seers room, light creeping through her ajared door.

Masky sat up from his stance, placing his jacket to the side. He got to his feet, and tip toed to the cracked door. He knew this was against all that he knew, but curiosity arose in him suddenly, telling him to enter.

He lightly pushed the door open, letting a cool breeze flow through his mask. He saw the Seer, sitting by her windowsill, the drapes swaying in the gentle gusts.

A leg hanging loosely off the sills edge, while the other remained posed upward on the edge itself, The Seer’s face was reverted to the world beyond the window. Masky didn’t know what she was looking at, but for her, it must be something beautiful.

Masky by now has pushed the door open fully, engulfing the Seers presence. He just stood there, watching her gaze out the window.

‘She looks so… pleasant’  Masky thought.

Suddenly, he began to blush behind his false face, creating a unknown situation of intrusion. He had no choice but to speak out.

“Korbyn…”

“Whose Alex?”

Masky shuddered, for now she was aware of his presence. He just realized what the time was. It was early dawn, the sun was to make its arise soon. She was awake because of him. Because he had the dream.

The dream which will never cease to be forgotten.

Masky turned his view to Korbyn, her face now showing a look of curiosity and compassion.

“Was- is he a friend?”

“You could say that…”

Korbyn slid off the windowsill, recoiling to her bare feet. She paced to Masky, who was now clenching his fists in burden.

As she crept to him, Masky noticed her eyes were dull, glassed over with insomnia. Her frail figure reached Masky’s looming state, reaching her hand out to his. She gripped it lightly, surprising Masky.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Masky didn’t respond, only gripped back. She guided him to the windowsill, letting the city lights flash before them.

Korbyn truly had a palace view of the city. You could see the flickering street lamps attracting bug to the heated surface. You could easily embrace the moons fluorescent light next to this window. No, the moon would embrace you it seemed.

Korbyn motioned Masky to sit by the sill with her, which he did willingly. They sat across each other, staring into each others eyes. Korbyn smiled, breaking the silence.

“Masky, is he important to you?’

Masky looked away to the floor, the city lights shining of his mask.

“Yes, but it’s all in the past now.”

Korbyn altered her approach, placing her hand to Masky’s chilled cheek. The porcelain brought an uneasy feel to her, but she cupped it bravely. She grew forward with him, with as much sincerity she could pull up.

“Was he the one.. you killed?”

Masky shifted his view to Korbyns, his emotionless shell cracking. He dropped his head heavily, letting it dangle in front of her. Korbyn’s hand retracted from Masky’s lifeless shell, bringing her hand back to his.

“I.. I didn’t mean it..” He whispered. His voice dropped to a sheepish tone, cowering at each piercing word.

“I just.. I just blacked out. I was unaware of my actions. When I came too, he was already…” Masky stopped speaking. There was a lasting silence, echoing through the room. Korbyn gripped Masky’s hand tighter, as did he.

“I don’t know the pain you feel Masky, but if you ever need anyone, I’m always around.”

Masky looked back up to Korbyn, her face now smiling to him. Masky could feel the burden slip away as her words reached Masky’s soul. Korbyn had an effect on Masky which no one else could do. She was precious to him, never wanting to lose her.

Never wanting to blackout on her.

Masky shuddered at the thought, trembling where he sat. Korbyn noticed his shaking state, and placed her other hand atop his shoulder.

“Masky, It’s ok. We  are all here for you. Slender, Hoodie, and.. me.”

She pulled herself closer to Masky, granting him a one armed hug, her hand still intertwined with his. Masky didn’t know what to do, but he went along with it.

He cautiously brought an arm up, wrapping it around her as well. They both embraced each others warmth gratefully. They remained engulfed within each other till the sun finally climbed it’s way to the rising clouds.

Masky knew why he loved her so much now.

She made him feel human.