Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 31

"Y/N, you finally arrived!" Ben exclaimed. It took me a lot of strength for me not to laugh at him since I remembered Sally dreamt she killed him. "We're thinking of having a party!"

Oh right. We had a day off.

"A party?" I repeated as I sat between Offender and Masky. "I don't have time for it, I have to train. Does Slenderman approve?"

"As a matter of a fact, he does." Splendor answered. "Sally, Trender, and I will go to sleep in a cabin while we leave you guys here."

"That's not gonna convince her. You know she takes things seriously plus she looks like the type of person who hates alcohol. " Liu commented.

I scoffed at his response. Slenderman wouldn't give me a day off when I had my training so I wondered why he had given us a day off along with letting these idiots drink and become even bigger idiots.

"You alright?" Masky whispered next to me. "No offense but you look like shit."

Surprisingly I didn't get offended by Masky's comment. I knew he talking about my dark circles.

"I had trouble sleeping," I responded.

One night I was restless at two in the morning so I went to the kitchen to make tea. Masky was also awake and told me about sleeping aid pills. I hesitated to accept them but in the end, I took them and they worked like a charm. I have a few pills remaining but I had enough for at least a week before I have to go to the city and buy new ones.

"Did you run out of sleeping pills? I have more if you need."

I shook my head. "I have enough for this week."

Slenderman then appeared and started passing out the dishes. Once he had given mine, I started to eat just so I can train already.

Ben sat straight as he looked at Slenderman. "Slender, do you perhaps have alcohol? We kinda want to drink seeing as we haven't had any fun."

I rolled my eyes at what he had said. Just because we had a day off, it didn't mean we could fool around plus I doubt Slenderman would allow this.

"I do have some that I can share with you but we need a few sober pastas other than Y/N and me to supervise you guys."

I secretly clenched my jaw in anger at his response. I didn't mind that he wasn't allowing me to drink, but I despised that he was being careless with this scenario. If Zalgo were to attack us, there wouldn't be a doubt he could have half of us easily killed.

Ben furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm sure Y/N would-"

"Y/N is responsible for your safety, therefore she won't be drinking alongside you."

The fact he was willing to let them fool around but when I had my training, I wasn't allowed to have fun also frustrated me. He was being carefree about this.

"Plus I don't drink," I added.

"You do know alcohol is the cure for depression, right?" Jeff joked.

"Well clearly it isn't true and you're living evidence." I pushed my chair back and carried my plate to the sink since I was finished. If I stayed any longer then I would explode and I wanted to avoid that.

(...)

I stared at the black punching bag as I wrapped the bandages on my wrists. All of my thoughts were swirling through my head and I couldn't escape from them. Zalgo, the battle, the nightmares, and more wouldn't leave my mind.

As soon as I finished wrapping the bandages, I kept punching the bag nonstop. I did take breaks whenever I felt exhausted but I was unable to escape from my thoughts. I tried doing exercise workouts but I kept finding myself staring at the punching bag. After an hour of an intense workout, I went back to the punching bag. That's when my mind finally exploded.