Are You Suppose To Be Scary? (Creepypasta x Reader)

Chapter 8: The Next Step

You slammed your hands upon the old rotted truck of a tree. Digging the tips of your fingers into the palms of your gloved hands.
One fucking mistake. You make one fucking mistake and you get punished. It didn't even seem to matter that the other two had failed and you had at least saved their sorry asses. That was mistake number one, they had failed so they should have been left for dead. Mistake number two.

You had left the girl alive.
She should've been killed by your hand but no. You thought saving the members of your team was more important.
You were wrong and for that you had received punishment while they rested and healed because that's apparently how The Operator saw it.
This target has turned into a game, a challenge that all other killers were very interested in participating in.

Some had begun teaming up.

Jane has been helping the blind one. Together they had been the first ones to get so close. Her going undercover as a cop, even somehow being able to get the key to (y/n)'s front door while she was working.
They were definitely a deadly duo. With the right plan and strategy they could easily win.
Jeff and BEN haven't been able to get too close. Jeff was still nursing his wounds from the fall he had taken from the window. It had resulted in a broken arm and he was not pleased by it. He relied too heavily on brute force and didn't think things through which will always result in failure.

BEN on the other hand at least has taken a step back and has gone to at least haunt others while he watched what the rest of us did. A pretty decent idea actually.

But there has been a problem. One even He didn't see coming.

The Operator suspects someone else is possibly working in the shadows. Unknown for what reasons but we're being forced to keep a careful eye out for whoever may be on the sidelines of this game. We haven't been able to find out which side they're on but at the moment we're assuming they're on the girls side. She always seems ready, or somehow knows when somethings going to happen. It's been quite the nuisance honestly.

Something else unexpected has also happened. She's met Tim while he wasn't under The Operators control. Luckily she hasn't recognized him but she did only see a fraction of his face from when she had broken part of his mask. Operators been watching closely to see if this can give us the advantage which it seems to be. When the time is right, we can strike.

Sighing, you looked up. Bits of moonlight shone through the browning leaves of the trees. Fall was already upon us and winters are always rough. It's harder to hide and makes your job a lot harder to deal with. You began walking to the edge of the woods, flipping one of your hatchets in hand. The leaves that had already fallen crunched beneath your shoes. It relaxed you to take walks sometimes especially when you've been stressed like this. Out of the three proxies you were probably the most loyal. Not like you really had much of a choice though, you had no where else to go and no one to go to. Sometimes you thought of ending it all, not like you would feel the pain of it anyway. You knew better though, he would just bring you back. You would be seen as weak, you were too valuable a player in The Operators game of chess.

The trees began to thin out, a house in sight now as you stopped to look at it. You could see just a bit of light shining through the curtains of the window on the second floor. She was still up doing who knows what. Gritting your teeth in frustration, you hit one of your hatchets to the ground burying the blade within the dirt as you gripped tightly to the other one. Never had it been this hard to take on one person. Just one fucking person. It was like she was never vulnerable. She had to have some sort of god damn weakness. You were just about ready to burn her damn house to the ground at least then maybe-...

Your eyes widened a bit as you trailed off on the thought you had. Your gaze going from the ground up to the house.

That's it. That's how you get her guard down.

You were going to set fire to her house.