Wrapped Around My Finger ( A Creepypasta X Reader Fic)

What You Are

(Y/N)'s POV

You followed him into an office that lied in a corner of the mansion. It was far away enough to not be able to see the people in the living room, but you could still hear them discussing an issue. The issue being you, of course.

Suit man turned the handle of the door and you were instantly hit with a wave of smell. It smelled like an elevator. It was a bit too overbearing, you thought, as you followed him in, stepping slowly.

The interior of the room was a complete contrast to the drab looking Victorian era door - it was sleek and modern, black and white with dashes of grey here and there. There was a  book shelf on the left side of the room, filled with worn out titles, some of which you recognised. On the other side was a... summoning corner..? It was surrounded with small pillars that held candles obviously used before, and had a big O with a X in the middle.

There was a desk in front of you, and suit man proceeded to sit behind it. He gestured for you to sit down as well and you complied, because who know what would have happened if you didn't. He had a f*king ritual corner at the side.

"Now, I would imagine you are extremely curious about your situation here."

"Kind of, yeah, I mean I did just leave everything behind."

"I apologise for my vague instructions, I might have been a bit too hasty in getting you here. You see, I'm on a time limit of sorts."

"What could possibly be so urgent that I was brought here like that?"

Suit man's "brows" furrowed, and he leaned towards you, hands crossed to his mouth.

"What could be so important that I was dragged here like this? What can I even do for them?"

Your ear perked up, ready to digest any information he was about to provide.

"We're at war. And we need you."

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