tw: mentions of suicide, gore, violence, foul language, harmful thoughts, and sexual assault.

bold: writing

'single quotation': thoughts

slanted/italics: memories.

underlined: underlined sentences are basically commands and thoughts of those who's thoughts are still completely controlled by the mask.

single quotation dialogue is basically belongs to a person who isn't a mask or has gained a bit of freedom from the command and can retain their own thoughts..

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~" 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 "~

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Previously

'You are tasked with aiding humans. You go mostly unnoticed by other angels, but caution should always be taken. It is suggested that you keep your mask safe. Any damage to your mask or head could interfere with HAPP's data. The information is much more vulnerable since it is a foreign script from an outside source. Instances where mask-like behavior or dark thoughts protrude your train of thought or actions are likely, as the mind tries defaults to the original command."

Butcher mask's hands twitched lightly. He had outbursts of cruel behavior towards masks, as other masks might have towards humans. 'So the green blob wasn't kidding about the command remaining.' Most of the times, he was aware of his thoughts, but other times...

'I see. Thanks, CV.'

'CV?'

'I need to call you something, right? Why not abbreviate command voice?'

'No.'

'I know you like it-'

'No.'

Butcher mask sat up and started to gather his things. Tomorrow was a new day.

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3rd pov:

Butcher mask strode through the buildings in a fast paced walk. The buzzing had become quieter and the day became dark. He had gotten used to the light buzzing around him, most further away from where he was.
As hopeless as it seemed, he tried to get to those who were most vulnerable to attack, but he never seemed to reach them in time. He could've helped; he could've helped if he had arrived faster. Maybe if he could run a little faster, he might be able to-

'There is no use in helping someone as good as dead.'

'God, get out of my head.' Butcher mask had noticed his cold and emotionless thoughts, and it bothered him. A lot. He gained his thoughts and a handful of confusing emotions along with them, but he couldn't shake off those damn, horrible thoughts. The thoughts that barred him from being human.

'what?' He froze paralyzed. Oh no, he provoked the voice.

'If you hadn't noticed, I am those thoughts.'

'Oh God, please, not another rant-' Last time he hit a nerve in the command voice, he didn't hear the end of it for days. Having your GPS hold a grudge against you was not very helpful, to say the least. He walked into walls and dead ends a lot that week.

'That's what I thought.'

He ruffled his unruly (h/c) hair with a huff and tried to ignore the voice mumbling something about 'talking shit'.

'I should find a bathroom. These blood stains won't go away on their own.' He glanced at his blood speckled clothes.

One of the plus sides of being aware of your brain and body was the ability to care about ✨hygiene✨.
Seriously, how did these other mask go about covered from head to toe in grime and blood?

He glanced around the building he was in. An apartment complex. There was bound to be a bathroom in here. Pulling the handle of a nearby door, he found a clean and tidy room. A room with tiled walls branched out to the side of a spacious living room.

'Time to cleanse myself.' He closed the door and locked it behind him. Sure, there was a really slim chance of someone coming in to the exact apartment he was in, but he didn't want to risk it.

He started to removed his clothes and placed them in the sink to soak in cool water and soap. His mask would be cleaned later, by hand, once he exited the shower. He eyed his figure in the mirror. He had gained a bit of muscle since his, er, surprise arrival (kidnapping?) to this world, and let me tell you, he did not mind at all.

He had gained a few scars on his (s/c) skin. He didn't remember where most of them came from.
His eyes analyzed his face. Dull (e/c) eyes. An equally dull expression always seemed to stay plastered on the man's face. 'My resting bitch face hasn't gotten any better.'

His hair was longer than it used to be. He brought a cleaver up to a lock of it.

'Oh no.'

'Oh yes.' Doing anything that even remotely bothered the voice was now more of a habit now than hobby.
It was nice to not be completely alone in this crimson world, even if his company was technically himself but also a script of brain code that told him to kill everything in his-

'Get a move on then.'

He was rambling again.

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Surprisingly, it turned out better than he expected. And with a satisfied hum at his reflection, he entered the shower.

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He exited refreshed but sluggish. Showering was a luxury that not many had in this world. Nor was basic hygiene.

He yawned lazily and turned to his damp clothes. They were still wet from the thorough scrub down and were laid out by an open window.

'I can't go out in wet clothes. I guess I'll wash my mask to pass the time.'

He lifted the mask. It was still stained by blood, and even after he tried to smeared it with his dampened finger, it stayed on.

'Come on.' He scrubbed the surface with a kitchen sponge.

A woman's face flashed in his mind. 'Scrub it off.'
Her face reflected potent fury and sorrow. 'Scrub harder.'
Another face. 'Harder.'
This woman had a desperate and lost look. 'Why won't it come off?'
Her face became distant as she fell to the concrete ground below.
'Scrub harder!' A girl with brown hair and (e/c) eyes looked to nowhere with glazed and lifeless eyes.
"Please!" His voice came out gruff and painfully, but the shock of his voice didn't matter in his head. The blood stayed as bright as the day she died.
His mouth tastes like iron.

His hands came to an abrupt stop. He couldn't move them anymore. 'What?'

'You could have damaged your mask with the harsh scrubbing. I stopped your movement temporarily for our safety.' The voice sounded as cold as usual, but there was something else there.

'But the spot.' The crimson stains remained as prominent as before. His eyes flickered at his shaking hands. 'There's blood on my hands. Why do I have so much damn blood on my hands?' A suffocating buzz filled his head. It felt oddly inviting.

'They're dirty.' He reached for the bar of soap on the sink.

'(y/n), stop.' He froze again, but this time on his own. 'Please, calm down. Your pupils have shrunk and your heart beat is rapid.' The voice sounded...pleading. It reminded him of a boy he met once.
His face relaxed slightly at the thought of the familiar grayish eyes.

He stayed in that reaching position for a few moments before coming back from his sweltering thoughts. '...Right. Deep breaths.'

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Yuri Honjo was utterly confused. One minute she was looking at a tall ass building and then the next thing she knows, she gets magically teleported to god knows where.
Her brother was here too, which made her feel better, especially after he calmed her down and explained the situation.
But a few of his words stuck out to her.
"Yuri, there's this mask. Chef shirt, (h/c) hair, and cleavers. He isn't like the others; he's helped me twice already.
Look, I'm not sure if it's a malfunction or glitch or coincidental distraction, but I just want you to know that you should keep your guard up around him, just in case.
Don't kill or approach him. My gut tells me he might be an ally or advantage later on." He breathed in to continue.

"Huh?" Muffled screaming and shuffling made it through to Rika. He yelled out in worry.
"Yuri, what happened?" Yuri looked at the phone on the ground and the approaching mask. "Yuri! Yuri!" He was cut off by the overall-wearing mask who stabbed the phone with his katana.

"Hey, wait! That's my-" The phone was gone with a swift flick of the mask's weapon.

She beelined for the metal rope bridge. Determination pushed her to reach the other building. 'I refuse to die!'

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Butcher mask was overcome with waves of nauseating pain while on his usual human-help run. 'A connected wavelength!' His voice half shouted.
'Shit, that's nearby, too!' He sprung to a mad dash to the buzzing.
'Up ahead!'
A high school girl was yanked to the ground, at the feet of a big mask with green overalls and a pink handkerchief....

A large man in green overalls and a pink handkerchief neared her figure, completely ignoring the butcher's presence.

'Baker mask.' He gripped his cleavers in growing rage. 'Was he the one that...?'
A dangerous gleam flashed in his (e/c) eyes when he saw the girl lying fearfully on the ground. A faint memory echoed in his mind.
'I won't let you take another life.'

He slammed his body into the mask before he could strike the girl. The sudden force helped push the mask to the ground and allow Butch mask to straddle him.

'I wish she was here to see me kill you. Pity you took her. You won't be going where she went, scum.' He ripped into the mask's fleshy chest and made jagged cuts as deep as possible.

His hands shook with depleting adrenaline. He seemed to come back to his senses and turned to the girl on the ground. Her face was stuck in a waxy shock and fear.

He heaved himself up to help her up, but stopped when bullets grazed his arm and leg. It wasn't enough to bleed out, but still hurt like hell.
He stumbled back and ran from the officers.

'Shit! It's the fuzz!' He leant against a wall.
'Where do I hide?!'
'Up! The roof!'
'We're on the roof, dumbass!'
'Climb up higher!'

He looked up at the wall. 'Oh.'
He scaled the wall and laid flat to not be seen.

"It got away!" The officer cursed under his breath. Butcher mask thought he was a pretty alright guy, besides shooting at him and all.

"You over there! Are you ok?" A booming voice asked down below.

"Uh, yeah, I am." Yuri snapped out of her shock.
He asked her about her health, but Butcher mask zoned out when he spotted a shiny glare from a higher building. 'A sniper?'

"I haven't seen a mask attack one of its own before." The officer said.

Footsteps echoed closer.

"Listen here, Mizushita."
Then the dude started telling the guy off about heights and fear, but the scrawny man's demeanor intrigued Butcher mask more.
'Somethings off.'

"Guess not." He listened back in mid conversation.

Shuffling and icy silence, followed by gasps and screaming.

'WOAH MY GOD' He watched the man watch his boss fall with a sickening splat.

"He's dead." Silence. "Ah well... What the hell do I care?"

'called it.'

"Because now I get to be alone up here with a high school girl." His voice got dangerously wanting.

The buzzing returned and Butcher mask felt like vomiting. To think people like him existed here too.

The girl tried to reason with the insane man. "I mean, don't you see you're acting totally crazy?"
Butcher mask sweat dropped.

"Of course I'm crazy! I was brought to this insane world!" He quivered in hostility and laughed.
"Oh. But, boy, do I feel good right now?"

"Alright, stand against the wall."
Butcher mask's blood ran cold at what was happening.
"What?"
"I said stand in front of that wall, damnit!"

Butcher mask brought out his cleavers and shuffled quietly. From what was happening, he would have to wait for the sick fuck to move away from the girl.
"Now take off your panties next."
'Now!' Butcher mask jumped down from the roof and attacked the deranged man.

"What the hell?!" The man shouted in surprise. Butcher mask cut his legs and arm enough to make them useless. 'Disarmed.'
The man squealed in pain. He withered to the ground.
'Now, to finish him off.' He advanced the man, but a bullet shot the side of the man's head.
'The sniper!' He grabbed the girl's arm and ran for cover, to which she exclaimed in shock. The bullets pelted behind them.

"It hurts... it hurts..." The man crawled desperately towards the two behind the wall, but was silenced by a bullet that penetrated his skull. Yuri seemed to be putting the pieces of how this world works together, but she was also thinking back to her brother's words.

'This is the mask Rika told me about!' Yuri thought in awe.
He fit the description perfectly, except for a small whitish apron that he wore. He was looking around the corner at the attacker.
'But why would a mask protect me? Aren't they monsters?'

"U-Uh, hey-" A slip of (f/c) paper was handed to her.
'I can't speak. I do not intend to hurt you.' The paper looked worn and wrinkled, like it had been used repeatedly before.
"Oh- Uh, thank you, sir!"
He nodded.
"My name is Yuri Honjo!"
He nodded again, awkwardly.

Yuri felt determination from her brother's faith in her and a possible new ally. She dragged the dead man's body, much to Butcher mask's frantic hand waves, and looted his body.
Butcher mask was much more concerned about the cold look she had as she wiped blood from her face. She was taking the situation surprisingly well, and it was lowkey scary.

"Hey, let's burn the body." She suggested.
Butcher mask only looked at her then back at the man, and agreed eagerly. This was a little revenge for what the shit did, and he didn't mind cremating his sick ass.

'I'm starting to like this girl.'

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The friendly mask handed Yuri a paper. 'Helicopter services.' it read at the top.
"Oh! That must be how they get in and out of this place!"
Butcher mask only nodded, then started to walk away.
"Ah, wait, where are you going? Hey!" But he was gone. 'Aw man..'

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'Again??' Butcher mask was walking away calmly to help others, but now he was back with the Honjo girl, who sounded oddly familiar, and was being attacked by a maid mask.
'Should I jump in?'
She started to back up to the railing.
'Wait, is she gonna jump?!'
He watched her fall back after she gave the mask her name.
He choked on his spit. 'DEAD. DEAD AS HELL'
The mask ran to look over the edge but was met with a bullet to the mask.
'It seems like she lived.'
"Ouch!" echoed from below the smaller platform. 'Yeah.'

The mask was alive and so was the girl. 'Masks are humans like us!'
"Wait! Please, don't come any closer!" The woman called out to Yuri. "Or else... I'll have to kill you!"
"Huh?" Yuri lowered her gun.
"The thing is, my brain is still being controlled right now."
"I have to do it. I have to do whatever the Command tell me to do."
"What's the Command?"
"You're never supposed to look at the back of a mask. I think... I think it's electronic." Her back was against the railing.
"The next command... I have to... I must do it."
Butcher mask's eyes widened.
"'If the code becomes damaged, then you must quickly suspend all functions at once.'"
Yuri tried to plea with her. But it was hopeless. Even with the mask off, she would still be under the Command's control.
"Yuri, I hope... that soon..." Her mask began to slip. "You will see your brother." She was gone. Yuri watched her fall.

'Hey, is... is that why I can't damage my mask?'
'Yes.'
He knew he had already talked to someone about the nature of the masks but.... he didn't think it was this extreme.

"Masks are human. They're not monsters." She slumped to the ground.
"I was actually able to communicate with them. And that means I just shot a real person!"
A hand rested on her shoulder in a reassuring manner.
"Huh?" She saw the mask from before. He knelt beside her and payed his respects in silence. 'Masks are human.' She thought teary eyed.

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Yuri stood up with undying determination (again.)
"Mask are our enemy. The real enemy is whoever is controlling the masks." Butcher mask was taken aback by her words.
She grabbed the small hand scythe and walked pridefully. Which was interrupted by a stomach growl.

'A bag.' Butcher mask pointed to the bag near a bridge. "Oh! Maybe there's food!"

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After a speedy lunch break, Butcher mask departed again. Yuri had told him about her brother and he calmly listened. It was... peaceful. They became tolerant of each other quickly and had built mutual respect.
He waved at her and started for another building.
A little further away, he saw a helicopter fly to the building Yuri was headed to. 'I hope she gets there safely.'
Just as the words were thought into existence, a shrill scream and snapping sound bounced off the walls.
'God damnit-'
He ran to Yuri again and saw her hanging onto a now broken bridge.

'Any way to help her, Command?'
'Nope.'

He only watched her struggle and manage to balance out the weight on the bridge. Somehow, she made it to the other side and waved triumphantly at Butcher mask. He sighed the breath he was holding. He waved back. She was a danger magnet, if anything. If he was going to follow her, he would need to find another entry. But for now, he had to tend to other humans.

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first episode ✅ 🖐😌
a bit of filler, but we're slowly chugging through for our official big sniper mask introduction
please point out any errors. i typed this up on my phone this time
thank you all!