If You Can't Hang! (X-Virus x Reader)

Lurking Out The Window

Venturing out into the forest, eyes halfway closed yet you strive to keep them open. Nature walks were kind of a thing of yours, something you enjoyed to do alone, it wasn't as if you had friends to walk with. Family? That's a joke.

The twigs and branches crunched and crackled under your footsteps, shoes leaving small marks indicating you'd walked through there. It was hard to keep walking while the dread washed over you in large waves, making you nauseous, making your head spin, your ears ring, and it was as if you felt static play on repeat in your head.

There was a tree. It seemed rather tall.

Dark.

Skinny.

Black.

It wasn't a tree.

You weren't able to do much, considering the fact that whatever it was had stopped you dead in your tracks. It was like it was toying with you.

That was all you could recall from your forest walk, ever since then you'd been paranoid, having seizures, you had been prescribed medication. They said it was schizophrenia. You knew it was real. The medication stopped it. But he was real. So many urban legends on the internet, stupid creepypasta stories, who the hell was "Ticci" Toby anyways? Slenderman was a joke, he was gone, he was never even real, you were just sick!

The tall tree, shifted back into him. Watched you for hours, weeks, months, a year.

Crazy, crazy, that's what you were. Your family thought so too, they said they were sorry, but you weren't sorry for what you were about to do to them. He said it would free you, and he would cure you.

Something bad happened to you.

Screams of agony, horror, terror, fists attempting to fly in a futile attempt to pull you off of them, but when they tried to stage an intervention, it was impossible to not grant the voice and static-y noises in your head their satisfaction. Your own family had been dead to you for a while, but now they weren't dead in a metaphorical sense, more of a... Literal sense.

The locusts chirped and chirped, singing melodies to you as you treaded through the forest once more, that same path. The same man. The same thing. The same entity.

Commanding you for weeks on end, seeing things in the house turn upside down, almost being sent to a mental facility, and finally, managing to kill your family to quell and silence the voices, then your own body moving on its own to bow down at his feet.

It started with an innocent walk to clear your head, but he was watching. You were his new play thing, his new proxy. One of the many unfortunate souls, but don't be sad, keep your chin up!

Dressed in combat boots for treading through the dense forest, and if there was snow to come, black cargo pants, a plain t-shirt, and a heavy bomber jacket.

Blood, blood, drenched in red. It reminded you of that movie, Carrie. Being drenched from head to toe in red, just being wide eyed like a rabbit hiding from a wolf, yet, you were the wolf. Heavy boots like yours approached you, and you heard a lighter pair of shoes aswell.

Your face had relaxed, as you brushed a strand of hair out of your face, you heard a man speak. His voice sounded irritated, yet it brought you some comfort. He hadn't introduced himself yet, thought.

"Well, should we just bring her in and clean 'er up?"

He sighed, it sounded as if he had something in his mouth since it was like he had his lips together when he spoke. The smell of tobacco hit you, and you presumed it was a cigarette in the man's mouth

"Well, duh, what the fuck else are we gonna do?"

Another voice, which sounded raspy, relaxed, and as if the man were maybe in his mid-20's. You couldn't move much, so you relied on your eyes and ears to observe for you.