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Hello again~ Guess who's fallen into a dark state of mind and needed to write a darker more depressing story to vent her frustrations? ME~! -_- I'll put more into on why I'm upset in the description. For now, lets just discuss the story, k?

Anyways, this is an X reader story- it'll kinda explain itself as you read it. All I really need to say is that all the pasta's are locked up in some strange facility, and that the reader is someone looking after them. Not all of them, in this one its mostly Masky and Hoodie (It is the reader x them), and a couple others will pop up from time to time- maybe. I'd kinda like to do this same scenario with other creepypasta- Jeff, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, and Slenderman to name the ones I mostly want to do. No promises, just saying I'd like too and who knows how long this will last because its one of those stories I start to work on when I want to take a needle and use it to rip my face open (Not a joke there). In any sense, read on and enjoy~

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Chapter one

Calmly, she strode down the halls of the corridor as she headed for the exit of her workplace. Her shift had just ended, meaning it was time for someone else to keep an eye on those she was in charge of caring for. Quietly, she punched in her pass code to open the doors leading to the outer walls of the facility. This place she worked at, was, probably one of the most unique forms of prisons one would ever come across. Located about thirty miles from the nearest town, from the outside it seemed like an ordinary prison facility. Big, thick walls surrounded by barbed wire surrounded the large expanse of buildings hidden inside. There were signs along the outer walls bearing warnings that trespassers would be shot on sight, that the wires lining the walls were electric, and so on. However, all of that was just a facade, something to keep those on the outside believing that the supposed prison housed the everyday criminals- but that was a sad understatement. Yes, the prison housed criminals- but it also housed dangerous, supernatural beings. The walls were specifically designed to keep said beings inside- they were paired with special collars that neutralized their powers so long as they stayed within the boundaries of them. As for what happened inside the various buildings surround by the walls, there were a number of things going on.

The "Prison", commonly referred to as "The place" by anyone working there, was just some government run facility. "The place" was a prison, apartment, asylum, science lab, hospital, and a torture room all combined into one, giant, building. Every inmate, or "Subject" as most liked to call them, had their own room and living space. The space was made of a few small rooms- bathroom, main room, eating area, bedroom, and a closet. In each room, were the needed materials- bathrooms had a shower, a toilet, a sink, and a medicine cabinet. Main room had small chairs to sit on, television, DVD player, and a work desk with chair. The desk and chair, were mostly for those in charge of the subjects- it gave them a place to sit and talk while they did what was needed with the inmates. The eating area housed a sink, a dishwasher, dishes, a small table, a small fridge, a pantry, and of course food. Bedroom had a bed with the works, dresser, and a nightstand with lamp. The closet, well, what went into that was up to whoever put it to use. All of these items of course, were not found in every room- some were taken away to prevent inmates from hurting themselves or their caretakers, some had extra items given to them by their caretakers. Each room wound up being very different, based on who lived in it, and who cared for the inhabitants.

On other notes, every drawer and door in the rooms was mechanical- though appeared to be made of wood. When a caretaker stepped inside, they entered a code to lock whatever they deemed necessary- usually the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, seeing at those housed dishes and tableware that could be used as weapons. Though, even with said precautions, caretakers were killed on a regular basis by those they tended to- but that was an accepted risk of the job. Granted, the constant risk of having your life on the line came with major benefits. Full coverage of any needed healthcare. Anything that could ever require a trip to the doctor, surgery, or anything, it was covered so you didn't have to pay a cent. Another major perk- which was what had gotten her willing to work at "The place" in the beginning- was that if she died, anyone and everyone in her family would be taken care of. Meaning her mother, siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins- anyone even remotely related to her bloodline, would be set for life. That seemed to be a fair trade for any means of death she could suffer in her workplace- most of the caretakers found dead had suffered a long time before the pain ended. Though, there were also a few other requirements.

For one, she wasn't allowed to discuss anything about the "Prison", outside its walls- which was something to be expected. She was working at a government run facility that dealt with supernatural serial killers and beasts- and naturally the government didn't want the public knowing about such things, because it would cause an uproar. In the event that she quit, she was to fill out her resume in a specific way and go to work wherever they told her- but to ensure that she'd stay quiet about everything and not cause a ruckus, they'd continue to pay for her living. There were some other rules, but none of them really mattered seeing as they only applied to how she had to behave inside the facility. Upon reaching the back gates that led to the exit of the giant prison walls, she entered her pass code again and quickly slipped out the small gate that opened to let her pass- she had to be quick, because said gate only remained open for fifteen seconds. That was to ensure no inmates could possibly escape. Once outside, she made her way to her company provided vehicle- she didn't know or care what it was, all she knew was that it ran perfectly. She got inside her car, got the engine going, and started the long trip back to her apartment complex.

Yes, she lived in an apartment despite knowing that the government would willingly pay for her to live in a mansion if she chose to- and it was because of a few reasons. The only reason worth mentioning was that the apartments were spacious, and that they were located closer to her work than any of the houses in town. Sure, she had other reasons, but none of them mattered enough for her to mention them. Come the end of her long drive to her apartment, she pulled into the driveway and exited her car once she turned it off. Then, she quickly went about her business. She ran inside, changed out of her black uniform and into something a little more attractive, then she rushed back out and over to her boyfriend's apartment. He lived about five minutes away by foot. Once there, she quickly went inside and got to work in making him something to eat. Why the rush, one might ask- only to find a simple answer. The man she called a boyfriend, was a jealous, and abusive, asshole. Most of the people aware of her relations with him were aware of how he treated her- it was normal for her to hide bruises on her arms or stomach. Her friends asked her constantly why she put up with him, and she'd give them a simple answer of that she loved him and cared for him, but it was a lie of course.

Her real reasons for dating him, were simple. One rule of working at "The place", was that she couldn't date someone from the outside. Meaning she either had to date one of her co-workers, or one of the inmates. The unfortunate thing about that was that most of her co-workers were just as abusive as him- those that weren't, were the same gender as her, and or, not interested in her romantically. That being said, seeing as she'd be abused no matter who she dated, she figured she'd date someone she could see outside of work. Her boyfriend arrived shortly after she'd finished preparing the food, and he immediately called her over to give him his meal. Roasted chicken, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy. Then, she quickly made herself a small plate and sat with him in the living room so that they could eat together while they watched television. As soon as he finished eating, she took his dishes back to the kitchen and cleaned them, before she brought him a bowl of his favorite ice cream and waited for him to down that as well, then she cleaned those dishes as well. With him fed and full, she settled beside him on the couch and watched T.V for a while longer, before he decided it was time for them to head to the bedroom. She didn't bother to resist or tell him she wasn't in the mood, because she knew how that would turn out.

So, she went along with him, did as he said and wanted, then cleaned herself up in the shower once he fell asleep. After that, she didn't really feel like going to bed- which was fine, because he hated it when she slept over. So, she quietly made her way out of his apartment, and decided to go for a short walk around the complex. As she walked, she looked her surroundings over in an attempt to occupy her troubled mind. However, since all she had to look at were buildings, street lamps, and other everyday see it when you step outside objects, it didn't take long for her to start seriously thinking over her life. First off, she was working a secret government job that had her dealing with murderous supernatural beings that managed to kill her coworkers on a regular basis. She herself, was in constant danger of being killed- whether or not it the danger came from only the inmates, was another story. As for the inmates, well, her relationship with them was an odd one. They were cautious of her, but not once had they indicated that they held malicious feelings towards her. Then there was the issue revolving around her abusive boyfriend. She had it in her power to leave him if she wanted too, and yet she chose not to, and she had no idea why.

Not only that, whenever she tried to think of why she'd bother staying with him, she got a headache. She lifted a hand to rub the side of her head- a headache which she seemed to be getting at that very moment. She paused for a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath as she attempted to rub the headache out of her mind. When that proved to be unsuccessful, she opened her eyes and looked down tiredly, only to jump slightly in surprise. There, maybe six feet away from her, was a black cat with bright green eyes. Since it hadn't been standing there when she closed her eyes, seeing it when she opened them had made her jump a bit, but she wasn't afraid of the little creature. No, she was rather fond of animals. With a soft smile, she knelt down and held out her hand to the cat to see if he would approach her. She clicked her tongue a few times as she usually did when calling a stray animal to her side.
"Here kitty kitty~" She said sweetly as she waited for the cat to come over to her- and it did, after she coaxed it for a few minutes. The cat seemed very hesitant about approaching her, and once it did, it backed off and hissed whenever she made a move to pet it. She sighed and laughed a bit at its odd behavior.
"Guess you're not to fond of being touched, are you little guy? Wait... Yeah, you're a guy." She said calmly as she examined that cat- she tilted her head a bit to check and see what gender it was. Sure enough, it was a male. With the felines gender and its dislike of being touched confirmed, she slowly moved to her feet and stretched a bit before she decided it was high time she went to bed. That in mind, she turned around and began to make her way back to her apartment- only to notice about halfway there that the cat was following her. She opted to just ignore it though- let the beast do as it pleased. When she arrived at her apartment, she was somewhat surprised to find that the cat had followed her all the way there. So, what came after that was more or less something that could be expected. She went inside, locked her door. Went to the pantry to grab a can of tuna, and she quickly opened it. Then, she went to her bedroom and opened the window a few inches to set the tuna out and she peered out the window to see the cat starting to walk away from the house. She called out to it.
"There's tuna here if you're hungry... And, I'm leaving the window open so you can come in if you like..." She said loud enough to catch the cat's attention, before she left the window and made her way to her bed. She wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to break in through her window, seeing as it locked even while open a bit. If anyone tried they'd make enough noise to wake her up, then the gun she kept in her pillowcase would get them flying away from her apartment. Knowing that, she calmly striped herself of her uncomfortable clothing and put on a loose fitting tee shirt and a pair of sweats. Then, she climbed into bed and quickly settled in for a short night of sleep.

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Hello again~ Guess who's fallen into a dark state of mind and needed to write a darker more depressing story to vent her frustrations? ME~! -_- I'll put more into on why I'm upset in the description. For now, lets just discuss the story, k?

Anyways, this is an X reader story- it'll kinda explain itself as you read it. All I really need to say is that all the pasta's are locked up in some strange facility, and that the reader is someone looking after them. Not all of them, in this one its mostly Masky and Hoodie (It is the reader x them), and a couple others will pop up from time to time- maybe. I'd kinda like to do this same scenario with other creepypasta- Jeff, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, and Slenderman to name the ones I mostly want to do. No promises, just saying I'd like too and who knows how long this will last because its one of those stories I start to work on when I want to take a needle and use it to rip my face open (Not a joke there). In any sense, read on and enjoy~

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Chapter one

Calmly, she strode down the halls of the corridor as she headed for the exit of her workplace. Her shift had just ended, meaning it was time for someone else to keep an eye on those she was in charge of caring for. Quietly, she punched in her pass code to open the doors leading to the outer walls of the facility. This place she worked at, was, probably one of the most unique forms of prisons one would ever come across. Located about thirty miles from the nearest town, from the outside it seemed like an ordinary prison facility. Big, thick walls surrounded by barbed wire surrounded the large expanse of buildings hidden inside. There were signs along the outer walls bearing warnings that trespassers would be shot on sight, that the wires lining the walls were electric, and so on. However, all of that was just a facade, something to keep those on the outside believing that the supposed prison housed the everyday criminals- but that was a sad understatement. Yes, the prison housed criminals- but it also housed dangerous, supernatural beings. The walls were specifically designed to keep said beings inside- they were paired with special collars that neutralized their powers so long as they stayed within the boundaries of them. As for what happened inside the various buildings surround by the walls, there were a number of things going on.

The "Prison", commonly referred to as "The place" by anyone working there, was just some government run facility. "The place" was a prison, apartment, asylum, science lab, hospital, and a torture room all combined into one, giant, building. Every inmate, or "Subject" as most liked to call them, had their own room and living space. The space was made of a few small rooms- bathroom, main room, eating area, bedroom, and a closet. In each room, were the needed materials- bathrooms had a shower, a toilet, a sink, and a medicine cabinet. Main room had small chairs to sit on, television, DVD player, and a work desk with chair. The desk and chair, were mostly for those in charge of the subjects- it gave them a place to sit and talk while they did what was needed with the inmates. The eating area housed a sink, a dishwasher, dishes, a small table, a small fridge, a pantry, and of course food. Bedroom had a bed with the works, dresser, and a nightstand with lamp. The closet, well, what went into that was up to whoever put it to use. All of these items of course, were not found in every room- some were taken away to prevent inmates from hurting themselves or their caretakers, some had extra items given to them by their caretakers. Each room wound up being very different, based on who lived in it, and who cared for the inhabitants.

On other notes, every drawer and door in the rooms was mechanical- though appeared to be made of wood. When a caretaker stepped inside, they entered a code to lock whatever they deemed necessary- usually the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, seeing at those housed dishes and tableware that could be used as weapons. Though, even with said precautions, caretakers were killed on a regular basis by those they tended to- but that was an accepted risk of the job. Granted, the constant risk of having your life on the line came with major benefits. Full coverage of any needed healthcare. Anything that could ever require a trip to the doctor, surgery, or anything, it was covered so you didn't have to pay a cent. Another major perk- which was what had gotten her willing to work at "The place" in the beginning- was that if she died, anyone and everyone in her family would be taken care of. Meaning her mother, siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins- anyone even remotely related to her bloodline, would be set for life. That seemed to be a fair trade for any means of death she could suffer in her workplace- most of the caretakers found dead had suffered a long time before the pain ended. Though, there were also a few other requirements.

For one, she wasn't allowed to discuss anything about the "Prison", outside its walls- which was something to be expected. She was working at a government run facility that dealt with supernatural serial killers and beasts- and naturally the government didn't want the public knowing about such things, because it would cause an uproar. In the event that she quit, she was to fill out her resume in a specific way and go to work wherever they told her- but to ensure that she'd stay quiet about everything and not cause a ruckus, they'd continue to pay for her living. There were some other rules, but none of them really mattered seeing as they only applied to how she had to behave inside the facility. Upon reaching the back gates that led to the exit of the giant prison walls, she entered her pass code again and quickly slipped out the small gate that opened to let her pass- she had to be quick, because said gate only remained open for fifteen seconds. That was to ensure no inmates could possibly escape. Once outside, she made her way to her company provided vehicle- she didn't know or care what it was, all she knew was that it ran perfectly. She got inside her car, got the engine going, and started the long trip back to her apartment complex.

Yes, she lived in an apartment despite knowing that the government would willingly pay for her to live in a mansion if she chose to- and it was because of a few reasons. The only reason worth mentioning was that the apartments were spacious, and that they were located closer to her work than any of the houses in town. Sure, she had other reasons, but none of them mattered enough for her to mention them. Come the end of her long drive to her apartment, she pulled into the driveway and exited her car once she turned it off. Then, she quickly went about her business. She ran inside, changed out of her black uniform and into something a little more attractive, then she rushed back out and over to her boyfriend's apartment. He lived about five minutes away by foot. Once there, she quickly went inside and got to work in making him something to eat. Why the rush, one might ask- only to find a simple answer. The man she called a boyfriend, was a jealous, and abusive, asshole. Most of the people aware of her relations with him were aware of how he treated her- it was normal for her to hide bruises on her arms or stomach. Her friends asked her constantly why she put up with him, and she'd give them a simple answer of that she loved him and cared for him, but it was a lie of course.

Her real reasons for dating him, were simple. One rule of working at "The place", was that she couldn't date someone from the outside. Meaning she either had to date one of her co-workers, or one of the inmates. The unfortunate thing about that was that most of her co-workers were just as abusive as him- those that weren't, were the same gender as her, and or, not interested in her romantically. That being said, seeing as she'd be abused no matter who she dated, she figured she'd date someone she could see outside of work. Her boyfriend arrived shortly after she'd finished preparing the food, and he immediately called her over to give him his meal. Roasted chicken, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy. Then, she quickly made herself a small plate and sat with him in the living room so that they could eat together while they watched television. As soon as he finished eating, she took his dishes back to the kitchen and cleaned them, before she brought him a bowl of his favorite ice cream and waited for him to down that as well, then she cleaned those dishes as well. With him fed and full, she settled beside him on the couch and watched T.V for a while longer, before he decided it was time for them to head to the bedroom. She didn't bother to resist or tell him she wasn't in the mood, because she knew how that would turn out.

So, she went along with him, did as he said and wanted, then cleaned herself up in the shower once he fell asleep. After that, she didn't really feel like going to bed- which was fine, because he hated it when she slept over. So, she quietly made her way out of his apartment, and decided to go for a short walk around the complex. As she walked, she looked her surroundings over in an attempt to occupy her troubled mind. However, since all she had to look at were buildings, street lamps, and other everyday see it when you step outside objects, it didn't take long for her to start seriously thinking over her life. First off, she was working a secret government job that had her dealing with murderous supernatural beings that managed to kill her coworkers on a regular basis. She herself, was in constant danger of being killed- whether or not it the danger came from only the inmates, was another story. As for the inmates, well, her relationship with them was an odd one. They were cautious of her, but not once had they indicated that they held malicious feelings towards her. Then there was the issue revolving around her abusive boyfriend. She had it in her power to leave him if she wanted too, and yet she chose not to, and she had no idea why.

Not only that, whenever she tried to think of why she'd bother staying with him, she got a headache. She lifted a hand to rub the side of her head- a headache which she seemed to be getting at that very moment. She paused for a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath as she attempted to rub the headache out of her mind. When that proved to be unsuccessful, she opened her eyes and looked down tiredly, only to jump slightly in surprise. There, maybe six feet away from her, was a black cat with bright green eyes. Since it hadn't been standing there when she closed her eyes, seeing it when she opened them had made her jump a bit, but she wasn't afraid of the little creature. No, she was rather fond of animals. With a soft smile, she knelt down and held out her hand to the cat to see if he would approach her. She clicked her tongue a few times as she usually did when calling a stray animal to her side.
"Here kitty kitty~" She said sweetly as she waited for the cat to come over to her- and it did, after she coaxed it for a few minutes. The cat seemed very hesitant about approaching her, and once it did, it backed off and hissed whenever she made a move to pet it. She sighed and laughed a bit at its odd behavior.
"Guess you're not to fond of being touched, are you little guy? Wait... Yeah, you're a guy." She said calmly as she examined that cat- she tilted her head a bit to check and see what gender it was. Sure enough, it was a male. With the felines gender and its dislike of being touched confirmed, she slowly moved to her feet and stretched a bit before she decided it was high time she went to bed. That in mind, she turned around and began to make her way back to her apartment- only to notice about halfway there that the cat was following her. She opted to just ignore it though- let the beast do as it pleased. When she arrived at her apartment, she was somewhat surprised to find that the cat had followed her all the way there. So, what came after that was more or less something that could be expected. She went inside, locked her door. Went to the pantry to grab a can of tuna, and she quickly opened it. Then, she went to her bedroom and opened the window a few inches to set the tuna out and she peered out the window to see the cat starting to walk away from the house. She called out to it.
"There's tuna here if you're hungry... And, I'm leaving the window open so you can come in if you like..." She said loud enough to catch the cat's attention, before she left the window and made her way to her bed. She wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to break in through her window, seeing as it locked even while open a bit. If anyone tried they'd make enough noise to wake her up, then the gun she kept in her pillowcase would get them flying away from her apartment. Knowing that, she calmly striped herself of her uncomfortable clothing and put on a loose fitting tee shirt and a pair of sweats. Then, she climbed into bed and quickly settled in for a short night of sleep.