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Yandere! Proxies x Fem. Reader

I'm terribly sorry. I forgot whoever request this. But I'm willing to write it down, but it'll be in my own version. My sincerest apology to whoever request this!!

(my assumption could be FloydSabuya. Though I could be mistaken. Again, I deeply apologize.
I'm pretty sure I wrote down the person who requested it. Guess it glitched and deletes itself. :/)

Y/n's POV
All my life... I could never ask for more.
I'm just happy I'm able to be free.

Hi. I'm Y/n, and my life hasn't always been great.
My friends are backstabbers, buncha bullies,
Ignorant family.
The only one who cared about me was my aunt. But she began to distant herself too.
I didn't know what I did wrong or what is wrong with me. People just find me ‘disgusting’ or something of the sort.
Everything was fine when I was younger.
People loved me... think of me as a beautiful child to be protected.
Now, things changed.
Everyone left, even my crush who I fell in love with when I was younger.
I didn't ask for a life like this.

As usual, I came to school. Bullies left notes in my lockers, graffitis on my desk and locker, trashing my locker and desk, etc. I'm grateful it isn't a physical harm.
I sat down on my desk, resting my head on my arms. I couldn't afford to care about the graffitis on my desk. The teacher doesn't even care anyways. I began contemplating my life, on what I did in the past. I didn't remember doing anything horrible to deserve this kind of life. I was doing fine, treating people kindly, and more. Was there someone interfering with my life? Desperate to destroy me? Someone... vindictive.
The bell rang and it's time for class. Finally, I couldn't stand the babbles of others. It was noisy and loud, especially when it's always about me they're talking about. Either way, class began.
“Good morning, students. Today, Ms. Ellenour couldn't come, so I became her substitute for today. Please to meet you all, I'm Ms. Floralia.” she kindly spoke. I never felt such an aura before. An aura, of kindness. It feels refreshing, maybe somewhat a little too bright and it became very annoying. Everyone smiled at her and welcomed her. Me? I stayed silent. I didn't say anything, nor would anyone care.
But she noticed.
“Hm? You at the back. What's wrong?” she spoke as she approached me. I panic. What should I do??
“Miss? Are you feeling well?” “The freak is mute, miss!” one kid said, and followed with laughter. “Silence, all of you. Miss, please tell me-” she was cut off by the graffitis. I was mainly worried about it. “Why're there graffitis on your desk?” she asked. I stayed silent. I pulled my arms and reveal the graffitis. It says ‘freak!’, ‘Go die!’, you name it. “W-what is this...? Who wrote this...?”
“She wrote it herself, miss. She's aware of what a freak that she is.” a loud girl spoke, again, followed with laughter. “Silence! It isn't right to treat such a student that way. Now tell me, who truly wrote it.”
Everyone became silent.
“If you won't be honest, I'll charge it with the headmaster. This is a severe case of bullying.”
I can see fear in their eyes. They're aware that they're the ones who wrote it.
“Last chance. Who.wrote.it? Raise your hands!”
Everyone raised their hands. Ms. Floralia was shocked. I felt a slight happiness.
“All of you! Will receive punishment during homeroom. I will report this to your class teacher.”

As I walked to the cafeteria, a group of bullies came over to me.
“How dare you! If you hadn't shown those graffitis then we wouldn't be in trouble.” a girl spoke. Bratty as heck, but I stayed silent. I couldn't care.
“Hey! Speak up, loser!” the girl shoved me and I fell. “See? You're weak and pathetic. All you can do is stay silent and wait for someone to save your life!”
“Why do you all hate me so much? What did I do to you?” I spoke boldly. “Oh, look. Rising your courage, huh? Wanna know, crybaby? You're a freak, loser, and a pathetic girl who couldn't do anything. You're worthless to this world. You should just erase yourself.”

Those words rang in my head, endlessly, as I walk home.
I'm worthless? Pathetic? Loser? Weak....? Freak....
I was suddenly grabbed and a cloth covered my mouth. I then fell unconscious.

“That was... a little too easy? I thought she'd put up a fight.”
“Silence. It doesn't matter. We need her for sacrifice, after all.”
“Don't you think she isn't worth it? She doesn't look like she'll be enough...”
“Yeah. She's skinny, like she hadn't ate in days.”
“We can just feed her. Now, shut up, and let's go.”

I woke up suddenly in a bright room. I was blinded by it. Ugh... I thought for sure I was dead...

A door barges open and three men came in.
“The subject is awake. Fortunate timing.”
Subject? For what?
A guy knelt down and lowered his mouthguard, revealing his melted mouth. “Hello, dear. It seems you are awake.”
I can't say anything. My mouth is covered, idiot.
“Ahh, yes. You heard it right. You are our subject for a certain something.” he spoke as he takes off the cloth. “What kind of something...?” my raspy voice spoke out. “Wow. Her voice is weak.”
Weak......
“Silence, you impudent.”
“W-weak...” I mumbled.
“Is something the matter?”
“I'm reminded by those people who called me weak...” I replied.
“Hmm... but through your speaking, you're able to talk as much, despite the lack of consumption.”
“Who are you guys? And where am I?”
“I'm Toby, to my left is Hoodie, and my right is Masky. We're the proxies, and you're in an abandoned hospital.”
“Proxies.... can I be one of you...?” I spoke out of nowhere.
“You? A nobody but a sacrifice...?”
“Y-yeah...” I said.
“Pfft.... being a proxy is a difficult task, sweetheart.” Masky said. “Not all can be one of us.” Hoodie added.
“You three babble too much. Now keep silent-”
“But... I still wanna be-”
“I said SILENT!”
He yelled and placed a knife at my throat. His voice echoed.
“..........”
I became silent. I held my tears, smiled happily with dead eyes.
“Go ahead, kill me. I don't worth in this world. They were right. I'm weak, pathetic, freak... loser... worthless....... I am a waste of space... I no longer care. My family and friends don't even care about me so go ahead.”
I blurted everything out.
Somewhat, I can feel pity.
Toby sighed heavily and drops the knife.
“You're such a hopeless person, are you?”
He approaches and hugs me. This is my first time and... it felt warm. “You'll be useful for us, though. With you, we can complete our mission.”
“Yeah, right.” Hoodie smiled. I can see it, no, feel it.
“We've been in that position before.” Masky calmly spoke.
“I'm gonna be useful? For you guys?” I said as Toby released me.
“Oh, you will be, alright? Just bear with us.”
I cheered happily. I'm gonna be useful!!

This certain something turned out to be a sacrifice.
As it turns out, I am a something. A freak.
Someone who should've been apart of the group the Proxies joined.
And now, I'm going after for my revenge.
And find whoever found out about my secret.

Ilogical? Yes. But it won't be called fanfiction, wouldn't it? Besides, I ran out of ideas. Sorry!
Again, I forgot who requested. So if anyone remembers requesting this, please let me know through Direct Messages of Wattpad. My Wattpad often glitches out but it doesn't happen frequently.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed!