The two of you waded through the thick forest until you came upon a very large, Victorian style mansion. It was eerie, the very sight of it made your blood run cold, and filled you with a feeling of overwhelming dread. The stained glass windows portrayed a tall entity with a black tuxedo, and no face. It felt like you weren't supposed to see this, like this was a well kept secret and you were the one invading a very personal bubble.
You turned your head to your masked assailant, he was looking dead at you, you could almost see his eyes through his mask. You let out a terrified gasp and jumped back, not expecting him to be staring into your goddamn soul.

"Listen to what I'm telling you because I'm only gonna say this once." His grip on your arm became tighter, and you winced at the pain.
"Beyond the doors of that mansion are creatures and killers beyond your understanding, and they won't hesitate to shred you to ribbons."
You gulped, sweat starting to form between your brows.

"You have a serious sweating problem by the way, god every time I talk to you you're covered in sweat." You looked at him, visibly offended. You bit your tongue, trying your hardest not to say anything snarky.

"Don't give me that look... What I'm trying to say is don't stray too far from me, stay by my side at all times." You hesitated, which earned you an annoyed sigh from your attacker. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair, and squeezed your arms so tight you thought he was going to break them. He muttered something under his breath and stood up straight, dragging you along and pushing open the tall, darkly colored, doors of the enormous mansion.
You tried not to look around too much, and walked as close to Masky as you could without pissing him off.

Your eyes wandered, scanning your surroundings. The mansion was lively, with sounds of idle chatter and clanking dishes filling the air. However the noise stopped when the inhabitants noticed you and Masky walked side by side toward the main staircase. You didn't get a good look at anyone in particular, but you saw a few defining figures.

One was a tall, lanky, man with deathly pale skin and a smile carved into his face. He looked like a burn victim, with his long black hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
Clinging to him was a teenage girl with a similar looking face, although her black hair was tied up in a tight ponytail with a red ribbon.
Sitting with them was a teenage looking boy with blonde hair, and bleeding, black, eyes. He just wore a green t-shirt and green and black flannel pajama pants. He was floating upside down off the ground, staring at you.

"Ben, check out the fresh meat." You hear the dark haired man say.
"I know, she's teeming with life, I'd love to see it drain from her eyes." The three cackled, as Masky led you up the grand staircase in the center of the house. You cling to Masky, and he looked down at you and quickly back up to where he was going.
This place was insane, it was like a madhouse, a safe haven for the clinically insane. You reached the top of the stairs and two men stood outside of a room with an abnormally tall door, the nameplate on the door just reading "The Operator".

"Good god T-Timothy where on earth have you b-been?!" You looked at the source of the voice. It was a scrawny looking guy with shaggy brown hair. He looked younger than Masky but older than the girl you saw downstairs. He twitched violently, his joints audibly cracking every time he moved, his eyes turned to you, and you were given the same hostility that he threw at Masky.

"W-Who is this?!" He pointed his bloodstained finger at you, and looked at Masky. He had dark bags under his eyes, and h half of his mouth looked like it had been burned off, leaving a hole on the side of his face.
"Eesh... if I looked like that I'd be grumpy too..."

"I thought we collectively decided as a group no more outsiders." You looked at the other man, who had a much quieter voice, but an equally terrifying presence. He wore a yellow hoodie and black jeans. The hood pulled up over his head and an all black mask that had a simple red frown painted on it. He was taller than the other two.

"We ruled that Jeff couldn't bring in outsiders, because he brought in some random chick every other night and made a ruckus when all of us were trying to sleep." You had no idea what they were talking about. Was it a normal thing for people here to lure normal people out here and kill them in this place? Your thoughts ran wild, and you tried to determine whether or not you should cut your losses and run. You tuned out the argument Masky was having with the other two men and looked back. You saw multiple people peeking at you from the gaps in the stair railings. You shuddered and decided your best bet was to stay put.

"Well I've never brought in an outsider before, and everyone does it so why do you too dumbasses have your panties in a wad over one dumb chick?!" Masky pushed the shorter looking one away from him, causing him to stumble back. You clung to Masky's arm, and he remembered that you were there. He pulled you away and roughly sat you down on a bench outside the door.
"Don't even think about moving until I get out here, you got that?" You nodded, and didn't say a word. Masky flicked your forehead and stood back up.

"That's what I like to hear, the sweet sound of silence." He grumbled as he and his hooded companion walked through the doors of the office. Leaving you with the scrawny brunette from before. You didn't have to look at him to know he was glaring daggers at you, if looks could kill you'd be dead where you sat. You decided not to engage with him, you quickly gathered that everyone here was not mentally stable. But he broke the lingering silence.

"Wow I never thought T-Timothy would bring home a-an outsider." He sneered, his stutter making it slightly hard to understand what he was saying.
You slowly turned your head to look at him, the fear written all over your face.
"What's your n-name?" You hesitated, frozen with fear.

"Well? I asked you a question!" He raised his voice at you, and you and you gave him an answer.

"(Y/n) (L/n)..." You quickly looked back down to the ground, not trying to anger this mentally unstable weirdo anymore than he already was. He didn't say anything, and the uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
"Trust m-me when I tell you that T-Tim doesn't care about you, h-he didn't spare you because he thinks your h-hot or he's lonely or whatever stupid g-garbage r-romance stories people out there are s-spinning." You shrunk back. Yeah, you gathered that thank you random forest weirdo.

"T-Tim spared you b-because he's a sadistic bastard, h-he likes to make o-outsiders like you s-suffer." He leaned closer to your face, to emphasize his point. "Y-Your purpose is m-making sure our g-good pal Timothy isn't b-bored between his assignments." He smirked, as the door to the office opened and he stood up from his seat. He pressed his finger firmly to your nose and let out an eerie chuckle.

"G-Good luck, y-you're gonna need it." You watched as he stuck his tongue out at you, and walked into the office as Masky and his partner walked out. You looked up at Masky, you couldn't quite read his exact mood, but he seemed upset. He grabbed you roughly by the arm and yanked you out of your seat.

"Get up... let's go." He grumbled angrily. The two of you walked through the now crowded main hallway of the mansion. The residents of the mansion were whispering to one another, the three from before were huddled in a group, staring at you and whispering. There were two girls, standing together. One had long auburn colored hair, with a clock for an eye. If it weren't for the stitched mouth and a clock in her eye socket, she was very beautiful. The other was a tall, raven haired, macabre looking woman. She was wearing a long black dress, and a mask similar to Masky's although more feminine.
Groups were whispering, and it was making you nervous. You tensed up as you looked around at both human and nonhuman entities, all staring at you, glaring holes into your skull. You felt your cool slipping, and fought the tears threatening to escape.

"I will NOT give these lowlifes the satisfaction of seeing me cry!" You thought to yourself. You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands, their unintelligible whispers sounding loud in your own head, echoing through the cold, lifeless, mansion. Masky looked down and saw your clenched fist, and your glassy eyes. He walked faster through the mansion, trying to escort you out as soon as he could.