Proxy Problems: Warzones [Creepypasta x Reader]

2. A Memory

This is not the end, This is not the beginning.

I sent punch after punch at the training dummy I chose to let out my wrath on. Each swing making a dull thud as I landed my fist on it's soft chest.

Just a voice like a riot, Rocking every revision.

Sweat was dripping down my face, soaking my tight (f/c) tank top, cascading down my cheeks and neck, but I didn't care. I didn't even notice.

But you listen to the tone, And the violent rhythm.  

My music blaring loudly, drowning out all sounds as I kept pelting the poor dummy hanging on its chain. With each old memory, I swung an even harder punch at the defenseless human imitation. But it was not working. The memory's wouldn't go away.

And though the words sound steady, Something empty's within 'em.

Ever since yesterday, when my father talked to me, memories started flowing back. Mainly, it was because of stubbornness. Otherwise, it was because I realized how long it's been, yet how short that timeline was in comparison with the rest of my life.

We say Yeah! With fists flying up in the air

I thought back, because I needed reasons. Good memories to outweigh his logic. It wasn't fair to force me into doing something I don't want to... but now I lost control over the flood and I can't make it stop.

Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there,

But I guess we kind of shared that, right? He wouldn't let me choose, and I didn't let him explain. I shook my head slightly, eyes trying to focus on swinging. I swallowed and squeezed my eyes shut as the memory sprung up.

'Cause we're living at the mercy of The pain and the fear

I thought about the day the proxies brought me to the mansion, and how I snapped at my father. How I screamed, how I ran, how I came crawling back. I growled and punched the dummy, trying to focus on my training.

Until we get, forget it, Let it all disappear.

I thought about how I was dragged into all this. This war between 'Pastas. I don't want to be here. I want it to end. I want all the pain and suffering I caused to everyone to end. I just want it all to stop.

Waiting for the end to come, Wishing I had strength to stand

It seemed like just yesterday that I met the proxies, when my life was relatively normal. When I was all over the place, and when I smiled without worry. I never thought it would've worked out like this. Never in a hundred years. 

This is not what I had planned, It's out of my control

I snarled, then took a step back, my knuckles red and raw from punching. Flexing my fingers a few times, I glared at the dummy as if it's the reason for my anger, then grabbed a knife on a nearby weapons rack and attacked the sack of fluff again without a moment of hesitation.

Flying at the speed of light, Thoughts were spinning in my head

I slashed at it, shredded it, destroyed it, and thought back to my mother. Even though I couldn't remember that much anymore, I missed her. My childhood felt foggy, unreal. As if it's a whole different world. She left this world too soon...