A Midnight's Curse [Yandere!Proxies x Reader]

Chapter 1 -The Trip-

trip

/trɪp/

noun

a journey in which you go somewhere, usually for a short time, and come back again

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You awoke with a jolt as the door bell was rung a few times in a row, fading away throughout the empty house soon afterwards. Your heartbeat was heard loudly in your ears along with a small ringing sound as you slowly lay down again, trying to control your frantic breathing.

Unfortunately, another shrilling noise followed accompanied with a feminine voice shouting your name over and over again. She sounded quite eager and excited, also banging, probably her fists, against the wooden door downstairs.

''Come on, girl! Let me in already, we don't have all day!'' was what you could make out softly as it was muffled. You groaned as you ran a hand through your messy (h/c) locks, calm by now, but slightly annoyed. It was early in the morning, around 8am and it was clear that you belonged to the 'not a morning person' category.

Deciding it would be best to just let her in before she destroyed the door herself, you sat up and stretched, making your bones crack and pop in place. By then you were able to sluggishly get up and make your way to the mentioned door.

As you reached your destination, the banging was reduced to a soft knocking and annoyed moans on the other side. You opened the door and found none other than Valerie, looking like the energy was drained right out of her since she was slumped, her arms hanging down beside her lazily. She was your best friend since forever ago and always stayed by your side. She was like a sister, like family.

When she spotted your form in front of her, she sprung up and basically crashed into you, suffocating you in a tight hug. You got pressed into her curly and reddish-brown locks that smelled like vanilla and weirdly also a hint of cocoa. Like usual, she had them tied into a high ponytail, her favourite style.

''Finally! I thought I was going to die out here!'' She cried out, faking a small sob. But not a second later she started chuckling and grinning from ear to ear. ''Are you seriously still in your pyjamas? And not the sexy ones either. Shame.''

You rolled your eyes as you two parted from each other. Valerie didn't waste any more time and casually made her way upstairs, probably to your room to check what you decided to pack. Or rather to throw in more stuff than you planned to take with you.

''Val, don't you dare messing up my neatly packed stuff!'' You shouted as you closed the door behind you and followed her with a quick pace.

What you walked in to was best described as a mess however. You groaned loudly, alerting Valerie of your presence in the door way as she simply grinned at you, holding a thong in your direction.

''I'm not taking that!'' You glared at the uncomfortable piece of underwear. She, however, simply shrugged and put it in your suitcase anyway, stating it was 'just in case something happens, you never know'. You face palmed, not even trying to argue as it was hopeless.

While she went through your wardrobe and drawers, you decided it was a good idea to change into your prepared clothing for today. It was simple, nothing extraordinary: Dark blue, thin jeans that nearly went to your ankles along with a belt, a (f/c) top with your favourite motive on it and a sporty jacket that you'll take just in case. For now you tied it around your waist.