The Girl in the Attic | Creepypasta x Reader

Chapter 7

"...What's in there?" You questioned hesitantly, grimacing slightly at the sight in front of you.

After you had your outfit sorted, the three proxies dragged you back to the bottom floor, stopping you beside the staircase. There was a metal door underneath it, so thick it stuck out from the wall, with a tiny triple-paned window, three huge padlocks and four heavy bolts. It was so obnoxious looking you wondered how you had even missed it to begin with. To the side of it was a scanpad, and you watched as Toby stepped forward, slowly taking off one of his gloves. As his bare palm neared it, a sudden bolt of electricity shot from the scanner and connected to his skin. You could see the electricity weaving through his muscles and bones, the flashes causing a red glow from beneath his skin, as if it was... scanning him. Then, somehow, the scanpad beeped and went green, a metallic slotting sound coming from within the wall.

"Does... Does that not hurt?" You muttered, mostly to yourself, but Toby's head jerked in your direction.

"Like hell, probably. Good thing I can't feel it," Toby replied, his eyes squinting behind his orange goggles, a hint he was grinning beneath his mouthguard. Then he turned to look at Masky, jerking his head at him, "you gonna stand there gawking or help, dinosaur?"

"Shut the fuck up," Masky hissed back, giving Toby a hard shove away from the door as he began working on the bolts and locks.

It took about a minute to get all of them unlocked, three huge padlocks falling to the floorboards as the proxies discarded them there, and the longer it took the more you began to get unsettled. What was in there that made them lock the basement up so much? Finally, Toby slid the last bolt open, grabbing the handle and wrenching the huge door open with the help of Hoodie. The doorway opened to a staircase, leading down into pitch blackness, not even a sliver of sunlight. In fact, you doubted this place had ever even felt the warmth of it. And what was even worse, it was dead silent. No noise to indicate what you could expect down there, which was somehow more haunting than hearing something terrible. You were so invested in dwelling on the basement, you didn't realise the proxies were waiting for you until Hoodie spoke up.

"I'll go first," He said suddenly, making you jump and look up at him. His voice was still as flat as ever, but there was an odd sense of understanding in it. Like he could see you were scared.

"...thanks." You replied awkwardly, watching as he walked towards the door and began descending the staircase.

"Do you want me to hold your hand too, baby?" Toby mocked you as he followed, intentionally stomping hard on the step in an attempt to frighten you.

"Go hold your dick instead, it probably needs some attention since you clearly love yourself so much," you snapped back over your shoulder, trying to cover up the slight tremble in your voice. From the back of the line you heard Masky snicker, much to Toby's displeasure.

"Think that's funny? I can hear your f-fucking joints cracking from here." Toby hissed at Masky.

"Are you going to think of anything more original, or are you going to keep riding old jokes?" Masky replied coldly, but you could hear the angry edge to his tone.

"Are you going to keep riding your early 20s? You're practically rotting, probably time to let go man."

"Last time I checked, you still can't grow a beard properly."

"Why the fuck are you checking to begin with? You into me or something, grandpa?"

"Oh my god, please shut the fuck up," you groaned. Their arguing was not helping to calm your nerves, feeling yourself grow disoriented in the dark.

"Stop." Hoodie suddenly said, his dull, paced voice making you instantly halt.

Then there was three, loud smacks, like something connecting with plastic. It made the hair stand up on the back of your neck, a very quiet shuddering breath slipping from your nose. Not even a moment later you felt stupid, as a white light suddenly blinded you, your eyes already adjusted to the thick darkness of the basement.