HER P.O.V
When I wake up I realize that a great weight surrounds me. I hiss in pain and try to rub my eyes but I can't move. I begin to panic and look down at my-no, our-body. I then realize there isn't a mist that covers my eyes and I tilt my head. i sigh, exasperated.
"Wake up!" I hiss. "We are not in the bathrooms!"
The body stays completely still and I begin to grow angry.
"If we don't wake up, they will come back!"
The body remains still. I want to slap the bitch.
"Oh you're awake…"
I look up and stiffen, if that's even possible. "Y-you…"
'Masky' crouches down in the shadows his face looking at the floor.
"Get up, bitch!" I hiss "We have to move!"
Masky looks up and tilts his head. He finally stands up and walks over to us. He leans over our body and stares straight into our eyes. His own peepers are a pretty shade of blue.
"Why do you speak in the plural sense?" he asks.
I tilt our head. "Huh?"
He sighs and repeats his question. "Why do you speak in the plural sense?"
"W-well-we-uh…" I never really understand why I speak with 'we' and 'us' instead of 'I' and 'me.' "We're used to it, we suppose…"
He grunts and kneels back onto the ground. "Why don't you get up? You're free to walk around, if you'd like…"
I stare at him and look away sheepishly. I can't- no, I shouldn't even be talking to him! But a part of me wants to…
"We can't…" I say hoarsely "It's like we've forgotten…"
Masky straightens up and takes hold of our hand. "Alright," he says "I'll help you."
He slips one of his arms under our legs and the other under our arms and lifts us easily off the bed, like we weigh nothing. He then sets our feet. He holds onto our shoulders and I try to move our legs. They don't even budge. I continue to try, concentrating all of my energy at my legs. Finally, after we break out into a sweat, I scream in rage. Masky tenses and keeps a firm hold on our shoulders.
"It's alright," he whispers "Would you like me to help you around?"
I force our head to nod and he picks us up again. He walks around the room for a little bit and I'm able to see out the window. It's very dark outside, but I can make out the outline of some trees. So we must be in a forest.
"Shall I take you downstairs?" he asks suddenly.
"We would like that." I answer, still gazing out the window.
He nods and then walks out of the room. We're in a long hallway now. The wallpaper is peeled and yellowing. The floor is covered in a thick carpet roll that might have been a sort of orange color at one point in time, now it's a dull brown. Masky, still holding us, strides down the hallway. I concentrate energy to my arms, this time only my left one. It twitches and Masky stops, looking at it curiously. I will it to flex and slowly it clenches into a fist. I concentrate with all my might and the arm reaches up to Masky's neck and drapes itself around his shoulders. I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding and look up into Masky's face. His eyes are kind and seem to be happy.
"Well done," he says and continues his tread to the downstairs floor.
As we walk I continue to focus my energy on my other arm, it works much more easily than the other one. Probably because I tried it out already. As we walk down the stairs I'm able to move both my arms perfectly. As we reach the bottom floor I take a look around. There's a room on either side of us and I point to the one on our left side. Masky walks into it and I look around. This room is rather large and a few pieces of toppled furniture litter the floor, covered in dusty white drapes. The floor, on the other hand, is neatly polished, which I think is a little strange. A large fireplace sits on the far wall and I tug in Masky's jacket so we can get a closer look. I brush my fingertips along the strange stone of the mantel, though its dusty, I'm able to feel every detail.
"It feels strange," I say and Masky chuckles.
He then brings us into the other room, which is much smaller. I think this must be the kitchen. A small table sits in the center, a chair on either side. A refrigerator lines the wall, next to it are a stove and a rusted sink. Unlike the living room, this room has a door. A white one with mesh netting sitting right next to the sink. I point to the door but Masky shakes his head.
"Not yet," he says and turns around "You're not ready. Would you like to see the bathroom?"
I glare at him; I really want to go outside. But I finally sigh and give brief nod at his question. I want to see what our body looks like. He takes us back upstairs and through a door I hadn't noticed before. The room is small, even smaller than the kitchen. Inside are a shower, cabinet, toilet, and a sink. The cabinet is connected to a mirror and I gasp at our reflection. I see Masky, but in his arms is someone I don't recognize. Her hair is long, black, and ever slightly curled in a corkscrew fashion. She wears a sleeveless dress that's white at the brim then fades darker and darker until it's an inky black at the hem. She also wears a velvet corset that's a strange gray color and her feet are covered in black heeled boots. Her eyes, though, are the most frightening. She has no irises or pupils. Her eyes are straight black. And her skin is completely pale, not one freckle, mole, or bruise to be found. This girl is so pretty that I reach out to the glass to touch it, expecting to feel warmth. But the figure also reaches out and presses her palm to the glass, right in front of mine.
"Th-that's us…" I say and look up to Masky.
He nods and moves a bit, setting me down on the edge of the tub. He then opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out a small white bottle. He rattles it and unscrews the lid. He opens his palm and two white pills fall into it. I stare at him as he moves his mask up ever so slightly and pops the pills into his mouth. He then swallows them, without even a sip of water. Seeing this reminds me of the show House M.D. when the doctor takes the Vicodin without any water. I smile a little. Masky adjusts his mask and looks over at me. He then leans over and turns on the water for the tub.
"You can take a shower or bath if you want," he says as he leaves the room "There's towel under the sink. Scream if you need anything."
He then closes the door and I listen as his footsteps recede. I look back at the water, expecting it to be a muddy brown. But, surprisingly, it's a nice and clear. I begin to think of a way to take off the dress. I feel around the back for a zipper or some buttons. Once I find the zipper I smile in triumph. I unzip it and shimmy out of the dress, but I make it only down to my waist when I realize that I won't be able to take it off all the way without standing up. I blush, knowing that I have to ask Masky for help. Now, though I've never been in a body before, I know for a fact that you're not supposed to ask for help getting undressed. I grumble and sigh.
"Um, Masky?" I call out. "Can you-"
The door swings open and I see his blue eyes widen. He turns his head around quickly.
"Oh! Um, sorry," he says softly "Wh-what did you need?"
"I can't get out…" I reply.
Masky finally looks at me and I cover my chest, glad that we're wearing undergarments. He tilts his head and I blush.
"You-you don't have to help me if you don't want to…" I sigh.
"N-no I will," he says and walks over.
He helps me stand up and I wrap my arms around his neck for support. I blush as hard as I can. Suddenly I hear the door small shut and I feel Masky stiffen.
"Crap!" he curses "My hands are stuck!"
He moves, trying to free his hands and I begin to panic. Suddenly someone walks up to the door, they wear a dark brown hoodie and have a black mask. Read markings in the shape of eyes and a frown are imprinted on it. They freeze when they see Masky and I's little predicament.
"Masky?" they ask, their voice is really gruff "I thought what you're doing is Slendy's job…"
His hands still caught in my dress, Masky spins us around so I'm facing the tub and he's facing the visitor.
"H-Hoodie!" he exclaims "This isn't what it looks like!"
"Uh-huh," Hoodie says "Well, I need to talk to you after you're done."
I hear Hoodie walk away and Masky swears. He fumbles with my dress and gives one final tug. He tries to pull away from me but I fall against him, trying to support myself with my shaky arms. I frown at his jerky movements to move me away. Our body is dangling off of him and I grab at him before I fall completely on the floor. Like before he grabs onto our shoulders, propping us up. he averts his eyes from ours and I feel a little hurt. He sits us down on the edge of the tub and gives a nod.
"Um, sorry about that," he says "I have to go out for a little while, will you be okay?"
I nod and he rushes out of the room and the door closes after him. I slip out of the rest of my clothes and settle down into the water. I lean against the wall and sigh. What happened to Her?
A/N: Wha's up mah peeps? For those of you that might be confused, Sally's voice has taken over the body. In the original concept her name is supposed to be HER, but I want to know if you all think she should have a different name. I hope Masky isn't too OOC. But hey, if he is then I can make up for it by introducing Hoodie into the story, right? Right? okay...
Until next time,
~MR