Devil's proxy - Strangled Red x Zalgo proxy OC

Prologue

(Author's note: I'm so sorry if this is cringe or really bad it's my first fanfiction so don't be an asshole please anyways have a rose 🥀)

Clay sat in front of his computer staring at the blank document in front of his eyes. He was going through a writer's block again, he sighed his pale toned hand finding its place in his soft mint coloured hair. He sighed and drank a bit more of the warm tea on his desk. Why couldn't he write? His life had never been so boring and it was showing in his work. He didn't know what would happen next and nobody probably cared since he only sold two or three copies of his books which he suspected were his best friend buying. He sighed and shut down the computer, walking towards the couch and opening Netflix on the television. He put the movie Scream in the background, not really focused on the content. "Maybe I'm just not made to be an author.." he reflected. On those upsetting thoughts and the screams of Ghostface's first victim Clay fell asleep.

The man blinked at the bright light as he woke up. Why was everything so bright and what was that beeping sound? As he sat up he saw a nurse beside him checking a machine? Was he in the hospital? What was going on? "Well look who's finally awake took you two months bud! How are you feeling?" The nurse asked in a cheerful tone. Clay responded in a panicked tone "Why am I in the hospital? What happened?". The nurse chuckled "Of course you must be confused, you were asleep while it happened. Well you stabbed a total of six times before your assailant left you to die. Luckily enough for you, someone saw your attacker run away from your house and called the ambulance immediately." They explained while doing some tests "I'm upset to tell you that you won't be able to use your left arm anymore since one of your nerves got hit and we couldn't operate it properly in time. I am very sorry about that..". The writer couldn't believe it, how could he write properly without a functioning left hand? How could he get dressed in the morning? At that moment he didn't know but he would figure it out eventually, he knew he could, he always found a way. "May I meet the person who saved me?" He questioned. The nurse nodded and walked out of the room. Clay was now alone with his thoughts and the beeping of the machine. He stared out of the window mumbling to himself that he should've been more careful and locked the door. He can't really change the past now can he? Oh well it is how it is and he needs to figure it out. After a few hours of napping and reading a man with dark brown hair and amazingly trimmed sideburns (Which is very true - Masky), a confident gaze came out of his hazel eyes and a cocky smirk that bothered Clay decorated his lips. "Thank you for calling the ambulance" the 32 year old thanked. The man shrugged "If that was all I'm gonna leave I have places to be." Those words angered the injured man and he signed the brunet to leave.

Eventually Clay got out of the hospital, his best friend had been helping him with things so he could get adapted to his paralysis more easily but let's be honest it was really hard. It had been two years since the incident now and everything was going quite well except for the stab wound scar and his left arms, they were covered in blood red lines all around them. He hadn't thought too much of it and sat in front of his computer writing the third book in his series which probably wouldn't sell much like the others but at that point that one book that he sold made him happy. He opened Wattpad reading through another fanfiction which was really cringe and lacked intrigue, don't let him begin on how overpowered and how much of a Mary Sue the main character was. He sighed and looked at his arm and gasped dropping his phone. When did he get a red Z tattoo..?