Proxy Problems: Warzones [Creepypasta x Reader]

A Storm

I sat on my windowsill, watching the dark storm clouds rumble in. Today was my first day-off in two weeks, and I decided to spend it on doing as little as possible while I waited for Hoodie to finish his job for the day. We've been busy, day in, day out, preparing for a war. I don't know why my father is so paranoid. As far as I'm aware of, (as told by the proxies) there are only 7 rebel proxies, Observer included. If he has more, I doubt it.

They didn't tell me what to expect, though.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of strong, yet gentle arms wrapping around my waist. I smiled and turned my head to look at Hoodie, only for my smile to twist into a scowl when I note that it was just Laughing Jack messing around. I shoved his face away, letting out a disgusted noise in the back of my throat. Jack, however, burst out laughing.

"Ha!! You should've seen your face!" He yelled. He pursed his voice and spoke in a baby-ish voice, as if talking to a child that just fell off her bike. "Awww~... Did widdle [Y/N]-ey hope to see her booooyfwiend~?" he mocked, then burst into gales of laughter again. I growled, then turned to the window again, stubbornly crossing my arms. I could feel my face feeling hot and tingly from embarrassment.

"Shut up" I grumbled. I wasn't in the mood for stupid pranks. I sighed and leaned my face against the window, watching the first few drops of rain descend down to earth. I was vaguely aware of LJ, but to be honest, I already tuned him out. Sinking back into my own dark little world. Thinking of how much I missed my normal life. My safe life. My less confusing life.

LJ stopped laughing, seeing my serious expression. He tilted his head in curiosity, as if he didn't realize what he did.

"Oh, dear... did I hit a sensitive spot?" he said. He didn't sound sarcastic or mocking this time. More... surprised. You'd think that he'd know how people work after two hundred years of existence on earth, now.

I sighed and closed my eyes. "No... just in a dark mood today..." I mumbled. I exhaled softly, then slowly opened my eyes, keeping them half closed as I continue staring out the window. I heard him shift his position, probably feeling rather awkward now, then I heard soft footsteps coming to me. Jack stood by my shoulder and... patted me. I frowned in confusion and looked up.

"What are you doing?" I said, my voice devoid of emotion, save for the slight tinge of uncertainty. He shrugged, but didn't stop.

"I've seen humans do this when they're trying to comfort one another. Thought I'd give it a shot" he said, then shrugged. Without another word, he stopped patting my, then shuffles out of my room. He must've gotten bored. Shaking my head, I slid off the windowsill and stretched my sleepy and sore limbs. Drills, missions, training... how do soldiers survive it? Then again, I'm no soldier

Not yet, anyway.

During the past two weeks since the Rescue Mission, I've become aware of how weak I actually am. Physically and Mentally. I have little stamina and I'm not very strong. I get overwhelmed easily, or get carried away by my emotions. I need to toughen up if I want to survive, right? Right.

It wasn't long after LJ left that I heard another pair of footsteps approach. Soft, quick, but slightly dragging against the carpet. The tired footsteps of Brian. I smiled to myself, thinking of how odd it is that you can recognize the footsteps of a person. No one really walks the same, do they? I turned to face the door, just as he was lifting his arms. Either to hug me, or be sappy and cover my eyes and making me guess who it was. I chuckled as his hands hovered in the air for a second, obviously taken back a bit, then wrap around me in a soft, comforting hug. I could feel his shoulders relax as he rested his chin on my shoulder. I sighed in contempt, then returned the embrace.

For a long moment, we just stood like that. This is our routine, you see. A long day of working, training, going on missions... then we just spend our few minutes of free time together. We don't talk much, and I'm happy with that. It's not like there's much to talk about, anyway.

I pulled away slightly to look at him, then reached my hand up and pulled his mask off. He changed a lot, lately. He had dark circles under his eyes, he was pale, and he had at least two day old stubble sprouting from his cheeks and chin. He looked much older now. I met his eyes, smiling at him, and he smiled back. My thoughts wandered for a second, thinking how every little kiss sent butterflies buzzing in my stomach.

As if reading my thoughts, he leaned in, his soft lips brushing against mine and I returned the gesture. I felt that familiar breath-hitching buzz in my stomach, but just before I could deepen the kiss, I heard someone clear their throat. I flinched and almost bit Hoodie's lip. I don't know why people simply explain blushing as "my face heating up and turning red". There's more to it. For example, it doesn't feel warm right away and your face feels all tingly, like pins and needles. Then you feel slightly dizzy (it's allot of blood flowing to your face. You would feel dizzy, yes) and THEN your face feels warm. Anyway, I turned to the door, trying to see the source of the noise. My (e/c) eyes zeroed in on the oh-so familiar tall, pale figure, his skin contrasting with his dark suit.

Slenderman

Shit.

Without thinking, I gave a nervous chuckle, then badly and nervously feigned fear. "Ahhh it's the Slenderman...!" I gave a try smile, but when I was answered with silence, I wiped the smile off my face and awkwardly shuffled in behind Brian and gripped his sleeve.

He tilted his head, then spoke plainly, as if he saw nothing, and didn't have a problem in the world

"Jeffrey is looking for you, Brian" His calm tone sent shivers down my spine. He was never this calm. I felt Hoodie tense, most likely thinking the same.

"Jeff...? This can't end well..." He looked back at me, mouth 'sorry', then shuffled out the room. Now it's just me and my dad. There was so much awkwardness in the air, I swear I could reach out and grab it. I swallowed and smiled, but it might've come off as a grimace. "S-so.... what can I do ya for...?" I said, my voice shaky. I felt the hotness drain from my face, at last, and straightened up a bit. He sighed and walked into my room. I stood still, frozen like a... table. I mentally face-palmed myself for that comparison, although it's very accurate.

Slender stood in front of me.

"I'm not changing my mind" I said, crossing my arms stubbornly. He sighed and shook his head sadly.

"Why not? Why can't you s-"

"What's your problem, anyway? They're both good, aren't they? Equal, when it comes to efficiency." I interrupted.

"Then why are you so stubborn?" he asked.

"Efficient or not, I go for what I like, not for what scores the highest brownie points with you. It depends on what I like." I said. He sighed again. I could tell by the way his facial muscles twitched that I won this round.

"Fine. But know that this conversation isn't over" He said, then disappeared.

I sighed and shook my head, then plopped down on my bed.

"Too many problems at once..."

                                                                                                               

Here you go, my sweet little readers! The first chapter of Warzones! I hope you guys are prepared for the horrible plot twists and cliffhangers waiting for you in the future! XD