Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 32

Zen looked down at the ground before whispering, "I fear you will pay a high price for your goal."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said the battle will be Zalgo versus you guys right? Well, what if things went wrong and you had the option to kill Zalgo or save one of your friends. Which one would you pick?"

"I would kill Zalgo," I answered without a thought.

"How about this, would you kill Zalgo or save me?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I shook my head. "Don't be ridiculous, you guys are immortal plus you can heal yourself."

"If I'm stabbed in the heart, I won't be able to heal myself Y/N. No immortal will survive after a stab in the heart."

I was quiet for a few seconds before breaking the silence. "That doesn't change a thing, I would still kill Zalgo. If we want to avoid that then don't go into battle with us. Easy."

Zen nodded his head before standing up. "It's getting late, you should probably head back to the mansion."

He hadn't looked at me in the eyes when he said that. I knew he was disappointed at my answers.

"Zen I'm sorry you didn't hear what you wanted to." I apologized.

"Don't worry about it Y/N. I'm the foolish one for believing." He finally looked at me before giving me a fake smile.

Before I had the chance to respond, he had already teleported away.

I sat there in silence as I tried to comprehend what just happened. Fleeing from the mansion was something that I've been wanting to do because I was frustrated but the only thing that kept me from going was Sally and Zalgo. If Zalgo was dead then without a doubt I would have fled with Zen and possibly Sally. Maybe I could escape once I kill Zalgo. I just hope nobody gets hurt as Zen suggested. 

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By the time I arrived at the mansion, dinner was around the corner. I had offered to help Slenderman around the table seeing as he was by himself. We didn't speak a word to each other and I wasn't planning on having a conversation with him either. Dinner went by real quick and before I knew it, the pastas were already drunk.

Music was blasting from the living room which gave me a headache. The only positive thing about this was that not everyone was drunk. Painter and E.J both had offered to keep me company and possibly assist me if I needed help in controlling the others. They both had insisted that they didn't want to drink knowing the consequences that they would have to pay the morning after. To say the least, I was glad I had some company. Slenderman was nowhere in sight which made me believe that he was in his office.

E.J, Painter, and I sat in the dining room while the others were partying in the living room next door. Once in a while, we would pop in to check on them but for the most part, we relied on what we heard.

"I was planning on going on a killing spree to get kidneys for my day off but that changed."

"I was also going to collect blood for my paintings."

"You know you can both go," I told them. "I have everything under control."

"And leave you with these idiots? Hell no."

Both Painter and E.J were the quiet ones in the mansion but after I had gotten to know them better, they both talked to me more than the others except for Painter and Puppeteer of course.

"Today was an odd day. I just can't wait for tomorrow and resume our training."

E.J chuckled. "You think we're gonna train? These guys are going to be wasted. They won't be able to function properly in the morning."