Amnesia (Masky x Reader)

Chapter 1: Rain

        At first it was the cold. Then, it was the noise. And finally, it was the rain.
        You groan, moving your shoulders, trying to make feeling come back into your body. Without opening your eyes, you feel that you're sitting up uncomfortably, and you're wet. All around you, you hear the sounds of nature: birds, bugs and a light, drizzling rain. You open your eyes.
        The light that hits your pupils is white, and after blinking for a moment, you see that it is coming through a window with broken glass, and is filtering through leaves of trees that you can't see the end of. You're sitting in a cabin, in a place you've never been before, The wood is old, and you see a hole in the ceiling. You're leaning up against a corner of the room, and you can see that the wall you're up against goes around a corner, which you can't see around. Shifting, you try to get up, but you can't. Shooting pain travels up your right leg, and you know that it is broken.
        The pain, burning through your knee, finally wakes you up.
        How did you get here?
        You start to sweat, despite your bones shaking in the cold. You grip your head in your hands, breathing hard and scooting back into your corner. 'Wake up,' you think 'wake up and be warm in my bed'. But you're here in the woods, even though the last thing you remember is getting home from work and turning in for an early night. Or, was it an early night? You barely remember, but was there being something that stopped you before you were able to go to bed? What was it? Did you get a call? Was something there, or not there? What was it?
        Well, you couldn't sit here forever. Maybe if you made your way to a window, you could figure out where you were.
        Very, very carefully you braced yourself against the corner with your arms, and slowly stood up on your good leg. Leaning against the wall, you followed it to the window as far as you could before it turned a corner. Peering out into what you could see of the landscape past the broken glass, you couldn't recognize anything through the trees. It was deep autumn. Through the window you saw oranges and browns decorate the trees as they dripped in the early morning drizzle. Seemed cold weather for an August day, you thought. And while you didn't know where you were, you had thought that the trees had only just now began turning.
        You were at the turn of the wall, and you began to walk around it into another room of the cabin. You were looking down at your feet, shoed in the sneakers you saved for yard work and active wear, and you were trying to avoid the debris on the floor: bits of glass, planks of wood, even a good amount of plastic trash. Glancing up, you catch something you were not expecting to see. You back up quickly, as quickly as you can with your injured leg, and hide back around the corner. Peeking around it, you take a closer look at the man laying in the middle of the floor.
        His body is front down, and his head is turned toward you, but his face is unconscious. He's well built, and wearing some old jeans and a flannel. His hair is dark, just long enough to cover his eyes. Inching closer, you take a look at his face. He has strong, reliable features, but dark circles around his eyes suggest he's a friend of hardship. His brow is dark, and turned down in restless sleep. His lips are slightly parted, breathing evenly. Looking down, you also see one other peculiar thing: laying about the man, in three large pieces, are the remains of a white mask. You go to take a closer look, but as you do, you feel a familiar bile rising up in your chest, and you whip your hands to your face trying to stifle the coughing fit you foresee. Roughly catching your cough with your hands, you fall to the floor with a loud thud. Startled at the loud noise, you flash your eyes over to the man, and you see him stir. Not being able to stop your fit, and you pull yourself back into your hiding spot around the corner of the room, and swallow your urge, holding both your hands over your mouth as you sit on the ground around the corner. Hearing a noise in the other room, you very cautiously look around the bend.
        The man shifts, and moves his arms to lift himself off the ground. He groans, and sits back on his heels as he rubs his face and hair. Pulling his hands away, you finally see his brown eyes open. He takes in his surroundings, but doesn't seem as surprised by them as he is despaired by them. His eyes widen, and his face contorts in pain before he lets out a cry of frustrated despair.
        Hesitating, you suck in a breathe as you watch him. Before you realize it, your foot has moved closer, and stepped on a piece of debris. The resulting sound shocks you as it rings through the cabin, and the man's eyes snap toward your direction, catching your staring gaze. Instantly he scrambles to his feet, and backs up to the opposite wall of the cabin. His eyes speak bewilderment.
        "You shouldn't be here, " he says.
        You're taken aback, "...I don't know how I got here."
        He can't speak, as if anything he tries to say catches in his throat. His hand shutters to his forehead, where he's started to sweat, despite the cold breeze drifting in from the woods outside. His dark eyes look at you as if you're a ghost. Finally, he manages, "You need to find a way out of here," before quickly turning around and leaving out the door of the cabin.
        "Wait!!" you call. Shouting, you lunged forward without thinking, and collapsed on your broken leg. You screamed from the pain. You needed him- there was no way you could possibly make it out of this forest by yourself, not in this condition. Your options streamed through your head, but none of them seemed attractive.
        Desperate, you drag your self across the ground of the cabin, grabbing a pole and raising yourself up on it. You limp quickly out of the cabin, calling "Wait! I need your help!" You exit the doorway and see his form farther off than you'd like, obscured by some undergrowth. His footsteps are still loud in your ears, though, thanks to the newly fallen leaves. "I can't make it alone! I... " you pause, "... I'm scared."
        By some miracle, you see him stop walking. He paused for a long time, deliberating. Each second that passed, you could feel yourself getting more and more panicked- the reality of the situation finally crushing you. You realized you didn't know who this man was, or what his intentions were. For all you knew, he could be the one who took you out here. Still, you had no other choice- other than to wander the woods like a wounded animal.
        Finally, he turned to you. He walked back until he was standing in front of you. He stood a head taller you, though that may have been because you were leaning against the side of the doorway, trying to keep weight off your foot. As he approached, you instinctively leaned away from him, aware of the vulnerable position you were in. He glanced down at your leg, bent in an awkward way and dropping with rain and blood. His eyebrows raised with understanding, and he looked back at your face.
        "Come with me."