One Girl Against Three Killers (female reader x proxies) Creepypasta

Chapter One: New Morning

Outside, the melodious sounds of birds filled the air as sunlight streamed through the curtains.

The incessant beeping of your phone alarm finally ceased. With a groan, you struggled to reach for your phone, battling heavy eyelids. Glancing at the time, 6:30 am, only widened your eyes further.

"Darn it! I must have hit snooze multiple times!"

You mentally exclaimed, exerting all your energy to shake off sleepiness and throw off the blankets. Hastily, you bolted out of your room to commence your morning routine. After a whirlwind of activity around the apartment, you finally paused, taking a deep breath before hastily packing your belongings into your bag. Glancing at the time once more, you winced upon seeing 7:09, realizing you were already behind schedule for your 7:10 shift and faced a ten-minute drive to work. Anxiety gnawed at you, knowing this marked your third instance of tardiness this week. Hastily closing your bag, you snatched your keys and flung open the front door, only to be greeted by a cheery, high-pitched voice.

"Hey there, (Name)! Looks like you had another late start," remarked Miss Kim, her gentle smile radiating warmth as she waved. Miss Kim, the elderly lady who resides next door, always treats everyone with such kindness.

"Good morning, Miss Kim. Just had a restless night, didn't want to be jolted awake by my alarm again," you replied, chuckling softly while locking the door with your keys. Understanding your predicament, Miss Kim nodded as she approached.

"I've got a tea that might help you sleep more soundly. It's been a lifesaver for me in balancing my own sleep," she offered.

"That's really thoughtful of you, Miss Kim, but I'm not sure if-"

"Oh, dear, I insist. It's worth a try; your current sleep routine seems quite unhealthy," she gently insisted.

With a resigned sigh, you nodded in agreement with the old lady.

"Alright... I'll give it a shot."

"Great. I'll have the teas ready for you when you return from work, alright?"

You nodded and flashed her a smile, reciprocated by her own. However, a sudden rush of urgency hit you as you glanced at the time once more. 7:11.

"Oh, darn! Um... thanks for the offer, Miss Kim, but I really need to dash now. Bye!"

You waved hastily and dashed towards the stairs, not daring to look back.

After a ten-minute drive, you remained seated in your car, glancing at the time once more-7:21. Inhaling deeply, you prayed your manager wouldn't unleash their full rage on you. Unlocking the car door, you stepped out, steeling yourself as you made your way to the restaurant entrance. Through the windows, you could already discern a few early costumers inside, with tantalizing scents wafting through the air. Hastening your steps, you entered the "employees only" area, swinging open the door to come face to face with the name tag "Kershiel Schmitt" beneath the title "Manager." Your heart sank as you met your manager's disappointed gaze.

"You're late."

Standing tall, you brought your hands together, your gaze falling to the ground in a display of regret.

"I'm really sorry ma'am... I was genuinely exhausted yesterday, and I struggled to sleep last night-"

"(Name), we're all facing similar challenges here, and I understand that. However, being late four times this week with the same excuses is becoming a recurring issue."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle upon you. It dawned on you that you'd been leaning on the same excuse repeatedly. With a heavy sigh, you met your manager's stern gaze, their arms now crossed.