Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 28

"How long was I out?" I asked.

Masky ignored me as he sat back on the armchair. "We'll have to skip our patrol to get back to the mansion-"

"Masky, how long was I out?" I gritted out.

Masky looked down at the wooden floor for a few seconds before looking at the fireplace.

"Twelve hours." 

I stared at him in disbelief until I turned around to look at the sky through the windows. The sun was just about to come out.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Now's my turn to ask you a question." Masky leaned back as he crossed his arms. "What the actual fuck was that?"

I knew he was talking about my mortality. I had previously lied last time when I got injured with the arrow but got away with it because of Zen. This time was different since I was in the blink of dying.

"It's best not to talk about it," I answered. "Trust me, it's for the best for all of us."

"I'm sure Slenderman wouldn't wan-"

"I said not to talk about it," I snapped. "Believe me when I say it's for the best."

"Is Y/N finally awake?" I heard Toby ask. He was rubbing his eyes as he stood at the doorway.

"Yes, I am. We overstayed our welcome so it's time to go." I pulled the blanket out, placed the towel I had on my forehead onto the table, and placed my feet on the floor. I guess I moved too quickly seeing as my wound started throbbing and I felt the room spinning.

"That's not ideal Y/N. I stitched up your wound but must I remind you, you didn't numb it. I say you stay here with one of us while the other two can go to the mansion. We can then bring someone who can teleport so you won't have to move," Masky suggested.

I shook my head, "We're not doing that. Toby, wake Hoodie up because we're leaving."

Toby nodded before going back inside the room. I liked how he was more obedient than the others.

"Can you stop being so fucking stubborn and think what's best for you?" Masky raised his voice.

I ignored him as I started to slowly walk around the couch to the entrance. I felt the ache on the side of my stomach worsening at every step.

"This is what I get for being nice to you huh?"

Once again I ignored him as I opened the door and got greeted with a cold breeze in the face. My gaze went down onto my stomach and indeed there was a tiny hole that the bullet had made. I then felt the stitches and the bandages wrapped around my waist.

I held onto the railing as I carefully stepped down the stairs. I was finally stepping on the ground when the proxies barely came out.

"Why are we leaving now?" Hoodie asked.

"As you know, I'm still sore so it'll take me longer than an hour to reach the mansion. I want us to be there by breakfast," I answered as I walked away with a hand holding my stomach.

It took us about an hour and a half to reach the mansion. At this point, my bullet wound was burning. I limited my hissing seeing as the proxies would insist on aiding me. There were times Masky and Hoodie asked if I was tired or wanted to be carried but I denied them. I was independent for years so I wasn't used to getting help. Toby kept asking me how I felt or if the pain increased which I lied to and said it didn't hurt as much.

We were finally near the porch when Toby had the amazing idea to open the door for us. I held onto the railing with my left hand and held onto Hoodie's right shoulder as he assisted me in going upstairs. Masky was behind us in case I lost my balance.