Doctor|CREEPYPASTA X MALE READER

Chapter 2

Feel free to play the yt video (song) as you read! :) more info in the note at the end!.

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Sighing, you finish your ( favourite drink. ) And walk up the stairs to go ask Toby if he's ready.

Before you could knock on his dootr it swings open. " H-Hey Doc! You r-ready? "

You nod at him before telling him you need to tell the operator you're going as instructed.

" Okayy! "

Walking to his office you again knock three times.

Gosh, you're tired of knocking.

" Come in Doctor. "

--- 〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→ TIMESKIP! ---

" Le-lets go patrol the forest " The proxy said.

Usually patrol was a fun game. Who finds the most wondering humans and kills them. Now it's no longer a game. Anti CP patrol and invade the forest multiple time's.

You rarely go out unless to buy food when no one else does.

Sighing you pray ( even if you don't necessarily believe it will do a difference ) and leave after Toby.

Your usual white trenchcoat switched for a dark ( almost black ) blue color. And a surgical black mask on your face with your hair tied back into a high ponytail.

Your Revolver in your pocket and Cholera in your hand. Your black evening gloves gripping it steady.

You rarely go out on missions but you have killed before. Many times.

As a doctor you had to know when it's a lost cause and some people were just that even if they were healthy looking.

The air was cold and you shivered.

In the distance you heard a bird fly away.

For a second your ears went deaf then it registered what you heard, a gunshot.

The bullet hole in the tree between you and Toby.

' already?! '

Moving away with quick speed you go in the direction moving in a not straight line to where you predict the person with the gun is. Toby doing the same.
Suddenly, two people come out of seemingly nowhere.

One on your side and one on Toby's side.

You quickly attack Toby does the same.

(Name) and their opponent find themselves locked in a fierce battle amidst the rustling leaves and the scent of earth. The forest seems to hold its breath as the fighters maneuver through the undergrowth, their knives gleaming in the filtered sunlight.

They leap over fallen logs, duck under low-hanging branches, and use the natural terrain to their advantage.

The sounds of their footsteps blend with the whispers of the wind, creating an eerie symphony.

With each clash of their knives, sparks fly, illuminating the surrounding foliage. The fight becomes a test of skill and agility as they navigate the uneven terrain, dodging and parrying with lightning speed.

The forest bears witness to their intense struggle, their determination echoing through the ancient trees.

' unruly patients are to be put down. '

Finally, (Name) seizes an opportunity and delivers a decisive blow, ending the fight and leaving their opponent defeated on the forest floor. The silence of the forest returns, broken only by the victorious breaths of (Name) and the gentle rustling of leaves.

( Name ) walks to the unconscious mortal and slits their throat.

They would've died of blood loss regardless.

You yourself aren't free of injuries yet they're slowly healing and closing.

No injuries left to be seen however, you still feel the phantom pain and tired.

Suddenly, you hear Toby struggling.

It was a three on one fight.

Toby wasn't catching up.

' an ambush?! The fuck? I didn't hear them! '

You need to help him.

(name) realizes that they are outnumbered and at risk of being captured. Despite their weariness from the previous fight, they valiantly stand their ground alongside Toby, their companion. However, as the fight rages on, (name) realizes that the odds are stacked against them and they won't be able to win this fight. In a selfless act, (name) urges Toby to escape and leave them behind. It's a difficult decision, but (name) knows it's the best chance for Toby to survive. With more persuasion, (name) convinces Toby to flee, leaving (name) to face the Anti CP alone. Despite their best efforts, (name) is eventually overpowered, knocked unconscious and captured by the three.

You were too tired, moves sloppy. You couldn't risk them getting a proxy.

As you're loosing consciousness you hear them talking.

" ..got him.. "

" Looks human...freak "

Freak?

You?

Damn brat's, you're a savior, a hero. You're a doctor.

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Note:

A Cholera knife = With a nearly 5-inch blade made from 154CM crucible steel, the Mk2 makes quick work of slicing, piercing, and cutting tasks. Its full-tang construction provides added strength for tough jobs.

I'm bad at fight scenes.

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Added a yt video ( song ) to suit the mood lol.