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

Chapter Eleven: Worry

"Claire? Are you alright?"

Caleb, Claire's boyfriend, suddenly spoke up, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Huh? Oh—yeah. It's just... um..."

Caleb gently patted Claire's shoulder, giving her a reassuring look. "Babe, I'm sure (Name) is alright. Maybe she's just caught up with something important."

Claire sighed, her fingers tightening around Caleb's hand, which still rested on her shoulder. "I know... but she hasn't texted me since last night..."

"Maybe she's just busy..." Caleb replied, trying to sound reassuring, but Claire wasn't convinced. "Yeah, but she promised she would update me every hour or so..."

Caleb gave Claire's shoulder a gentle squeeze, hoping to ease her anxiety. "Come on, babe, don’t worry... I'm sure nothing bad has happened to—" cough, cough

Claire turned back to look at Caleb, concern etched on her face, and sighed softly. "Alright, let's get you to bed now..."

She guided Caleb back to their bedroom, helping him drink some water before carefully tucking him in.

"Are you going out?" Caleb asked, looking up at Claire, who was sitting at the edge of the bed.

Claire stayed silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Uh... yeah, I’m just going to visit my sister, Lauren, for a little while. You stay here and rest, okay? I’ll be back soon."

Finally, she looked back at Caleb with a faint smile.

"Alright, just be careful out there," Caleb said, returning her smile.

Claire stood up, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading toward the door. "Oh, by the way, there’s soup in the oven if you get hungry," she added, waving goodbye as she stepped out of the room.

Caleb nodded, watching her go.

As soon as Claire closed the door behind her, she let out a deep sigh. She grabbed her coat and shoes, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts, before finally stepping out of the house.

Claire took a taxi, giving the driver an address that wasn’t actually her sister's. In truth, she had a different destination in mind. After about ten minutes, the taxi pulled up in front of a small house.

Knock, knock, knock.

A few moments later, the door swung open, revealing a brown-haired girl who stared at Claire in mild surprise. "Claire?"

"Hey, Rhianne. Is, uh... Vin home?" Claire asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

Rhianne, Vin’s oldest sister, nodded and gestured towards the living room. "Yeah, he’s on the sofa. Come on in."

Claire stepped inside, her nerves tightening, as Rhianne turned and called out loudly, "Vin! Get your butt off the sofa, Claire's here!"

Claire could hear the faint sound of a TV show playing in the background as she waited for Vin to appear.

Vin’s head popped up over the back of the sofa, his brows furrowing in confusion when he saw Claire standing there. She walked over to the front of the sofa, looking down at him as he continued to lie sprawled out.

"Yo, what’s up?" Vin greeted her, trying to sound casual despite his surprise.

Claire took a deep breath, her gaze steady. "Hey, I’m here to talk to you about something... and maybe ask for a favor," she said, her voice more serious than usual.

Vin groaned and rolled his eyes, sinking deeper into the cushions. "Aren’t we supposed to be on our day off? I was planning to do nothing but rest today..."