Creepypasta oneshots (Jewel Evelyn)

Two autumn weeks: Chapter 2

I woke up roughly. My heart was beating fast and I felt a slight panic in my chest. Might have had a nightmare but I couldn't remember. Who knows, maybe my conscience is uncomfortable with the fact I'm not alone in this cabin anymore. I unintentionally have my guard up.

It was a little past 9 AM and I was wide awake. After getting out of bed I stretched and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I really wanted to go for a morning walk. Just in case Toby needed me I left a note on the kitchen table. The cold, fresh forest air was always a treat in the morning. I sat down on the fallen log I always sit on to take a small break from walking. Birds were chirping and singing high up in the trees.

I didn't miss living with the others one bit. There was never peace at that place. Not a good idea to let a bunch of mentally ill 'people' live together. Seems like Toby wouldn't have survived a day if he wasn't a Proxy. He doesn't seem to fit in. He strikes me as the quiet kid too afraid to stand out. But failing, since he obviously has his issues. I do too.

Now the question is if he'll try to kill me in my sleep or not. Hm, I should lock my door at night. Or set up a noisy trap that will wake me up if he enters my room. After all, he did have the mindset to kill his father and cause a house fire.

That guy sure was something. I hate how curious I was getting about him and his past. I know he was curious about me too. I hate talking about my past, let alone myself. Yet it would be hypocritical to only want to know about him and not answer his questions about me.

He's the first person I've met that has c.i.p.a. I believe he's the only one at the mansion who has it. It explains all his bruises, scars and bandaids. I wonder if he caused some of those injuries himself...

I should head back, I've been out here alone with my thoughts for too long. With a steady pace I headed back to the small cabin. It was almost 11 AM now. Toby wasn't in the kitchen or in the bathroom. I figured he was still in his room, but to be sure he didn't walk away or try to follow me, I knocked on his bedroom door.

''Y-Yeah?'' A tired voice murmured

''Are you okay..?''

''Doing great, I can't remember the last t-time I slept in!''

I heard Toby yawn.

''Alright, well, I'll be in the living room. Don't forget to eat and drink something.''

Okay, good he's alive and still at the cabin... I went to the living room and sat down on the couch, grabbing a magazine I had lying on the table. I'll read a few articles to pass the time.

Half an hour later I heard Toby enter the bathroom. He brushed his teeth (after picking up the toothpaste he dropped on the floor), went to the toilet (washing his hands thankfully) and showered (choking on the shower water at one point). Then went to his bedroom to get dressed (he almost fell over trying to get on his pants, he had to lean on the dresser and cursed quietly).

With my enhanced hearing I can pick up a lot of details. Although, you don't need to have great hearing to hear sounds around the cabin. Because of the small size, the sounds don't have to travel far to be heard. I'm sure Toby can hear me doing something as simple as opening a cabinet.

After winning the battle against his pants Toby entered the kitchen-living room space. When he saw me he smiled, at least I guessed he did. Couldn't see the corners of his mouth since they've been chewed away. Something about the look in his eyes made it look like he was smiling. He took a moment to look around the kitchen. I took a moment to look at his body. Without his hoodie I could see his frame better. Toned with low body fat. Honestly similarly built compared to me. Okay I also had to say he had no ass in those jeans. Seriously they make guy jeans so unflattering in the back... Nevermind, not important. When he turned his head back to me I almost flinched but quickly reminded myself that he couldn't see where I was looking. With or without my mask, nobody could tell where my sight was focussed on.