Proxy Problems: Warzones [Creepypasta x Reader]

4. A Problem

~Hoodie's PoV~

Hoodie dropped the heavy crate with a grunt, then straightened up and stretched his sore muscles. Another successful delivery, another day's missions done. Hoodie glanced at the big grandfather clock then grinned when he noticed it was only four o'clock. With a burst of new energy, he jogged upstairs, taking two at a time, to go see [Name]. He pulled off his mask and peeked through her bedroom doorway, only to freeze upon seeing inside. His smile faltered, replaced by a confused frown, and walked inside. She wasn't there.

He looked under the bed, then checked her closet. He peeked into her bathroom, and even checked behind the door.

"That's odd... she's usually here..." he muttered, then walked out to check the training room, only to find that she wasn't there, either. Fiddling with his mask in his hands, he walked back downstairs, then straight to Slender's office. He could tell that Slender was inside and really put off, judging by the feint buzz of static emanating from inside. Through years of experience, he can tell when he's upset or not. He hesitantly lifted his hand, and lightly knocked on the door, almost as if he was afraid of breaking the silence...

The static stopped.

Hoodie waited anxiously for a reply, growing more nervous as every second ticked by slowly. Just as he was about to scurry away like a roach in direct light, he was answered by a simple "come in". The words sounded hollow. Hoodie swallowed back his fear and slowly opened the door.

"Uh... sir..? Is [Name] out on any mis-" A sudden blast of static in Hoodie's mind, the sudden noise making Hoodie jump back and clamp his hands over his ears in a desperate attempt to muffle the noise. As soon as the painful buzz started, it stopped again, leaving Hoodie dizzy and disoriented. Hoodie straightened up and swayed a bit, then stumbled forward in attempt to grab onto a chair so he won't fall.

"H-huh...?" he murmured, oblivious to Slender's motives for the attack. He heard Slender sighing, then relax back into his chair. Hoodie looked up, his vision still a bit blurry and the world still spinning.

"I apologize for that. I currently have no idea where [Name] could be." he said, then looked down and fiddled with a pen, pretending to write. Hoodie gave him a questioning glance, debating whether or not it was a good idea to pry. He slowly pulled out the chair he was leaning on, then sat down.

"...May I ask what's bothering you...?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant. Slender stopped fiddling and tilted is head up slightly. He stared at Hoodie for what felt like ages, his featureless gaze burning holes in Hoodie's skin.

"You may depart" he stated in a voice devoid of emotion. Hoodie blinked in confusion, processing the situation for a moment, then hung his head and got up, his shoulders slumped, too afraid to pry further. Hoodie then shuffled out, pausing at the door to look at Slenderman, in case he changed his mind, then sighed and walked out. Now, Hoodie is no stranger to figuring out riddles, nor is he a stranger to making them. Hoodie decided to go upstairs and look for clues. He walked down the hall, looking for any marks, any fallen objects, anything. It took him a full ten minutes before he labelled the hallway as useless, so he moved on to her room to do the same. Standing at the door, he scanned the room for anything that stood out. Nothing. He frowned in frustration, then stepped in to get a closer look. No blood, no cracks, no extra holes or cuts in the walls, no misplaced objects... her room was perfectly clean.

Growling in frustration, Hoodie walked out and stomped to the training room. Just before he reached the door, a thought struck him.

"Slender was really upset, especially when he mentioned [Name]. Now she's  missing. Did they get in another fight?" he thought. He took a step back and looked down the hall. [Name] strikes, then flees when she's confronted. She'll attack until she decides she no  longer likes the fight, then causes a big enough injury or scene to distract the attacker and get away. Last time she had a fight with Slender, before the War, she ran out to the forest, then to her home. Now she was fleeing from home. She had nowhere else to go.

'Except...' he thought with a small gasp. He looked out the window at the end of the hall, which looked out on the forest. Suddenly, he bolted downstairs, taking two steps at a time as he made his way to the kitchen. People gave him startled or confused looks and cries, but he ignored them all. He ran past them all and scrambled through the kitchen, ripping the back door open as soon as he reached it.

The sudden cold breeze hit him like a truck, and he froze for a moment. Goosebumps flared up on his skin and a shiver ran down his spine. Hoodie shook his head and kept walking, feeling sadness engulf him when he noted how dead the garden was, now. He took a deep breath, then jogged down the familiar little path that lead to the Meadow.

The meadow wasn't really far away, but it still took a considerable amount of time to clear the plants that threatened to stop him from high and low. The pathway was much narrower than it used to be, mainly because the plants started taking over, since no one really walks down this path anymore. He felt a strange tinging sensation when he passed a notably bigger tree, but shook it off as nerves. He saw the trees thin out up ahead, and he gave a cry of relief, then sprinted towards it. As soon as he broke through the trees, he froze again. The meadow, his little happy place, was now grey and dead. his shoulders slumped slightly, and his facial expression changed to a sad one. He saw [Name] in the center, laying in the floor, unmoving, save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He approached her, then noticed a splash of red underneath her. He gasped and scrambled over to her and kneeled down next to her, lifting her up gently and letting her head rest on his lap.

She didn't look like she's in pain, she didn't look like she was uncomfortable, nothing. She looked peaceful... for the first time in a long  while. The back of her shirt felt wet, so Hoodie lifted her slightly. His blood ran cold when he saw how much blood was soaking her back, and immediately lifted her shirt to see several cuts on her shoulder blade, but it was mostly hidden by all the blood.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit....!" he muttered to himself over and over. He pulled out his phone and dialed Slender's number. Slender answered on the third ring, and Hoodie immediately started blabbering before Slender could say anything.

"Operator, we have a problem"