Covens and Proxies

9

My body convulses, shooting me into a sitting position, coughing wracking my body violently. Brian and Tim are glaring at me.

"The boss has been really pissed at you." Tim glowers. "Where've you and Jeff been sneaking off to?"

"I haven't be-en sneaking anywhere." I glare at them both, silently challenging them to argue.

"Bullshit. You and Jeff always leave during the day. Right after breakfast. And you don't get back for several hours." Brian snaps.

"What the he-hell are you getting at?" I ask carefully.

They glance at each other. "Jeff was disappearing on nights he didn't kill already. Every knows he's got a girl. Now he's going during the day. With you." Tim watches his answer carefully.

I pause a minute, an insane grin spreading across my face as laughter take over. That weird, giddy joy spreading through my limbs. Raking a hand through my hair, I peer up at my closest friends.

"You two are fu-fucking insane!" I cackle, almost rolling off of the hospital bed, landing on my feet. "You think I'd ever share with that si-ck fuck?!" I double over, clutching my sides.

Smile comes over and thumps me on the back of my head. I stumble forward, snapped from my frenzy.

"Tha-thanks Smile." I mutter, rubbing out the lump already forming on my scalp. "Stop bullshi-shitting yourselves. I'm going and getting so-ome fucking sleep." I shove past them and into the hall, sighing with relief.

They're right. Jeff and I have been way too obvious. I'll be lucky if Tim and Brian are the only ones that've notice. If I'm lucky, which I never am. All this means is that I need to be more strategic about where I go and when I leave.

I also need to get (Y/n) away from that warehouse. If my coworkers have figured out Jeff and I are going with a girl, which we are, they're going to start following us. When they do that, they're going to tell Slenderman. And he's going to find her and kill her.

I tuck my hands into my pockets as I walk, too deep in thought to really care or notice much of my surroundings. My shoulder bumps into someone else, drawing my attention. When I look up, I freeze, my breath caught in my throat. (Y/n) is looking at me, shocked and a little scared.

I'm about to say something, but I catch a glimpse of something in her collarbone. A tattoo. It's not really her. "Toshi-san. You scared me." I mutter, pushing up my goggles to rest on my forehead.

She looks down shyly, making my heart pound. "I'm sorry. Are you alright, senpai?" She asks, her big, (e/c) eyes ripping through me. I have to continuously remind myself it's not her.

I nod. "Are you?" She nods, pulls up her hood up, bows and hurries down the hall.

Toshi is a newer pasta. Most of us guys avoid her, and the girls all either hate her or fear her. The reason being? She's the most yandere being in existence, and she's extremely dangerous. She reflects whoever a person has the strongest affection for, so you fall in love with her. She falls in love with almost any guy that spends more then an hour straight with her. If he 'betrays' her, she goes on a rampage and kills everyone the guy even talked to. So, everyone just avoids her; except the more heartless pastas like the 'endermans and Candypop.

The only way to really tell the difference between the original and Toshi is her tattoo. It's never in the same place twice, but it's always just barely visible. That, and Toshi is more shy the less she knows someone.

After taking another few steps, I freeze. Whoever I have the strongest affection for. A pit opens in my stomach, swallowing me in a panic or realization. It's only been a week, and I've already got a stronger connection with a witch then I do with killers that I've been working with for years.

Shaking my head, I pick up my pace and head for my room. I'll figure this out later.

~

Reader's POV

You wake up slowly, your head pounding again. Light is filtering softly through your lids, prying you into consciousness. "Hey. How are you feeling?" The raspy voice of Jeff pulls your eyes open.

He's worriedly smiling down at you, sitting in a chair beside your bed. Anyone would think he's always just smiling. It didn't take you long to learn the difference in his expressions.

You slowly sit up, back against the wall. You glance down, noticing the eggs and toast set next to him. "You can cook?" You ask softly, cocking an eyebrow.

He chuckles. "No. Tobby did most of it, but he had to leave. So I finished it." He explains, moving to sit on your bed. "Are you feeling okay?" He asks again.

It's a little off-putting, hearing him be so caring towards you. "I'm fine. How long was I asleep?"

"Only an hour." He shrugs. "I have to go. I'll let you know if I can come back tomorrow night." He kisses you before walking out.

You've never liked his affection, but you don't really care either way. It's sort of nice to have him around at times, though you can't really explain why. It was Jeff that deluded the relationship to be more then it is, and no matter what you say he refuses to believe otherwise.

Sighing, you get out of bed and take the food to the kitchen. Toby might have started it, but Jeff has a disgusting habit of making even the simplest and most delicious foods absolutely revolting. He can barely make ramen without finding some way to royally fuck it up.

Still, it was nice of him and Toby to try.

You grab some ground beef from the fridge and start on making an early dinner of tacos.