ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖʸᵖᵃˢᵗᵃ

𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝟐𝟕

     YOU WALKED THROUGH the hallway, pressing a palm to the side of your head from the sudden migraine you experienced. a soft sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, trying to get rid of the irritating pain throbbing in your skull.

unknowingly, your foot got stuck on a wrinkled part of the carpet, tripping you off your footing. you braced for impact but suddenly a hand wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to someones chest.

you peered your eyes open, being met with a familiar mask with painted black lips. "masky?" you whispered, relishing a breath as you steadied yourself on the ground, the proxy reluctantly letting go of you. "thank you..."

"don't mention it." he replied as you smiled before noticing the two other proxies appearing behind the man, peaking your interest and curiosity altogether.

"oh? did slender let you three off on a mission?" you attempted to query but with their seriousness, you felt a bit awkward in their presence. that was until toby stepped forward, taking your hand in his.

"what happened..?" his voice sounded small, maybe worried even but you weren't sure. he would shift his gaze to you then your arm, expecting an explanation from you.

you laughed airily, making the brunette tilt at your giddy behaviour, "i'm not sure myself, toby... i was hurt. my arms... burned.." you trailed off, a frown on your lips before shaking your head, placing your other hand atop of toby's. "but i'm fine now, see?" you tried to reassure, beyond his goggles, you could see his eyes, trying to read you but it was all cut short when masky yanked the young proxy's shoulder, pulling toby behind him.

you let out a quiet gasp of shock at the sudden aggression, bringing your hand to your chest as you raised a brow at the masked man.

"kate's dead." masky coldly informed.

"what?" you felt your breath being caught in your throat, hands balled into a fist as your eyes stared and searched the other proxies, trying to find some sort of confirmation. "...how?"

masky lifted his mask to the side of his face, revealing half his face as he took out his box of cigarettes, "your little boy toy, lucien killed her." he sighed nonchalantly, taking a bud out and lighting the end, not bothered to look at your reaction. "lucien's the purple demon. congratulations y/n, you befriended an enemy." his tone was meant to rub salt in the wound, harsh and definitely targeted at you.

though, the thing was.. you didn't react. the silence you gave confused masky, leading him to avert his gaze from his lit cigarette to you. your eyes, he's never seen them empty as before, so vacant and dead.

the masked proxy raised a confused brow, wondering as to what your thinking. toby felt his breath sharply hitch at the sight before him, those eyes of which were void of emotion, you truly looked dead. on the contrary, hoodie has seen that look on your face, he knows all too well. the day you saved him, the day you sacrificed yourself to let him live, that was the day he saw the life leave your eyes.