Proxy Problems: Warzones [Creepypasta x Reader]

3. An Argument

It was another cloudy day, but not as stormy as it used to be. Chilly and grey. Just how I liked it.

Five days have passed after my conversation with Slender, and my father has been drilling us harder than usual. He seemed rather nervous and jumpy, as well, but his stubbornness didn't falter for a single minute. If anything, I think he became even more insistent. His lectures became more frequent, as well.

Like now, for instance. At the moment, Slender was following me as I stomped down the hall. Why? Because I walked away when he tried "reasoning" with me.

"[Name], listen-" he said

"Will you stop it?! When are you going to accept the fact that I'm not changing my mind?!" I yelled, cutting him off abruptly. 

"That's enough!" He yelled back, then he grabbed my wrist, firmly holding on. His grip was almost painful on my skin.

He pulled me back, bending down to my height, and spoke in a low, threatening tone, as if he's on the very brink of strangling, purely out of frustration.

"You are going to listen and you are going to stay silent. There is a reason why I disapprove of your relationship with Hoodie. You don't know Brain like I do. You don't know what he did. He rebelled once, did you know that? Masky, albeit stubborn, will not betray me. I'm trying to warn yo-"

"I don't care! I know enough to know that he won't betray me!" I interrupted. He suddenly covered my mouth with his hand, cutting off my voice, which only lead to me growling at him and biting his hand as hard as possible. He yelped in surprise and pain, jumping back and pulling his hand away, and I bolted for the door as soon as I had the chance.

As I bolted down the hall, I grinned to myself in satisfaction, a drop or two of blood staining my lower lip.

Running is actually a stupid idea. Slender can just teleport in front of me. Yet again, I'm his daughter, after all. I can counter him. I had no idea where I was going to go, either. Just as I rounded another corner, I heard static behind me and took a sudden turn into the kitchen. I ran out the back door and through the garden, which, to my dismay, was now fading and dying. No one had time to look after the flowers anymore, which caused them to wilt and die in the chilly weather.

The thought of what the possible consequences might be suddenly came to mind, and I ran faster and faster, down a path leading into the forest. I heard the static fading and felt an odd tingly sensation on my skin. Did I outrun him? Did he give up? I didn't want to wait and find out. So I kept running.

Until I reached a meadow.

I froze at the sight of the small clearing, instantly coming to a standstill when I broke through the trees. I almost instantly recognized it.

It's the meadow that Hoodie took me to.

For a moment I just stood there, staring at the sight of the small patch of grass, swishing to the sides in the small, cool breeze. Suddenly, more memories came flooding back in massive waves, making me dizzy, and I slammed my palms against my temples a few times. The pain always seemed to help get my mind off of it, to distract me from the persistent memories.

I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a few deep breaths, and cleared my mind. After a few seconds or so, I slowly opened my eyes again and took a slow, shaky step forward to get a better view of the nostalgia-inducing meadow. The meadow was grey, the grass dead and no flowers growing. It looked... sad. Abandoned. Kind of what an empty playground might feel like on a cloudy day. I watched the scarlet leaves of nearby trees gliding through the air, providing the clearing with its only source of colour. With a small smile hinting at the corners of my lips, I realized it was actually really beautiful.

"Autumn is such a nice time of year," said a male voice behind me. "don't you agree?" he asked. I turned around, but saw nothing. The voice felt near, just brushing past my ears. It was soft, smooth, yet teasing. Like he knew something I didn't. I instantly felt defensive and slightly hostile.

"I'm waiting..." he said, but he didn't sound impatient. More... taunting. As if he's playing a game only he knows the rules of. I swallowed, then nodded. The voice felt like it was just bhind me. My tendrils extended to grab the man, moving like quick and agile snakes, but I felt nothing. Am I imagining it?

"Good girl. You have a lot on your mind, don't you? A whirlwind of emotions, a jumble of thoughts... of doubts..." he continued. I stayed quiet. What can I say? What he said was true, and even if I did have something to say, it wouldn't have helped. My voice was caught in my throat. It felt like the world was spinning. My eyes kept scanning the meadow for any signs of life, in hopes of spotting the man.

"But, my dear, you can't figure it out on your own..." he continued again. " That's why you have me~" he said in a slightly sing-song voice, like a mother cooing to her baby. I took a breath. My voice sounded croaky when I spoke.

"Who are you?" I asked softly. There was a pause.

"My dear, I am your personalities. You changed back then, didn't you? So I had to change as well. Makes sense, no?" he said, answering my next question, as if he already knew what it was.

"But... you sound male" I muttered.

"Are  you really going to question yourself further? You are rather tomboy-ish now, after all"

"I... guess you're right..." I said softly.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in myy left shoulder and I gasped, my mouth hanging over, but no sound came out. I was too surprised. Not a single sound escaped my lips, save for the sudden gasps for breath when I realized I stopped breathing for a moment. I heard his voice again, but it was softer. What the hell was going on?!

"You always liked Tim more, didn't you? That's why you always trained with him. Brian is sweet, but that's all he is"

"N-no.." I whispered, my vision becoming blurry. I'm losing consciousness, but I tried to fight it.

The world darkened, and tilted to the side. I felt the earth slam into my side, catching myself with shaking hands, but fell back down a few seconds later. His voice was soft, distant, yet close.

"Go back to him" was the last thing I heard before it all stopped, and I slipped into nothingness.