𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

*+:｡.｡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 || 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ｡.｡:+*

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜...

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!

【！！ＡＤＭＩＮ　ＮＯＴＩＣＥ！！】

✎ Genuinely contemplating why I chose not to update for a whole year- all I really have to do is copy and paste the old chapters (and of course make additive or subtractive changes in accordance to the new plot) until I get to new original content. 

(to myself) girly it ain't that hard 😭

✨Anyways, enjoy the chapter my dear readers✨

How do you celebrate the holidays? 

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The evening had approached meaning it was time for us to retreat back to our temporary dorms. Toby had returned and proceeded to escort me back to my room. He wrapped his hand around my arm, securing my body next to him ensuring I wouldn't escape. We were rather close. I could feel the heat from his body next to me. I peered down to his hand relieved as I noticed his hand was alleviated from his injuries.

Entering my dorm, I immediately plopped down on my bed, exhausted from the last few days. It seemed Toby was also exhausted as he did the same, only in the corner of the room against the wall.

Toby broke the silence, "You-you did really well these past few days." he spoke, not directly looking at me but rather at his fidgeting fingers.

"Yeah, I'm honestly surprised. I thought I'd be dead meat," I responded, sitting up from the bed and facing his direction. I was glad he was open to a conversation. Staring at a ceiling in silence with a random murderer in your presence isn't exactly therapeutic.

"You might b-become dead-meat if you become a proxy," he mumbled, barely enough for me to register.

"What do you mean?" I inquire, my head canted to the side.

"Well, that's if you even passed the starter tests. Once you do, you're assigned a position. Specialist, Pasta, or a Proxy. If you're chosen to be a Proxy, you have to endure...extremely in-humane tests," he explained, ending with a wary tone.

"Like?"

"Starvation. Battling insanity. Fighting against a few Pastas," he casually stated, head hanging low.

I found my body walking toward him, sitting about a foot or two away from him.

"But...why?" I inquire.

"Uh well, think of us as former humans with a second chance. Sorta. Our position has pretty good benefits."

"Which are?"

"We're basically like- superhumans? We're practically immune to poison...torture...and such. We're also immune to most injuries."

"No offense to Masky but, I made him bleed quite easily..." I chuckled reminiscing back on that moment.

"Well, that immunity sorta has an 'on and off'? We can use it for about three hours which is way more than enough time for a fight. He underestimated your abilities so he obviously left it 'off'," he chuckled as well