Offenderman's first proxy (you)

Proxy

After our first meeting I didn't sleep well. It was probably watching me.
....Maybe I was just day dreaming....
Yeah, that must be it! No guy here, anyway, is 24ft tall and has tentacles streaming out from his back!

The very next day, my family decided to leave me home for a while (just a while!) so they can ask the neighbors if they wanted to hang out. I didn't mind, so I got on my electronic device and played a couple games when

Swiiiiiish

Something skidded past my view and went to my bed room. The door creaked open. I was too frightened to see what it was, perhaps maybe the creature returned! My game played the game over theme, as I got up from the couch to investigate.
On the way there, the hall was full of rose petal. RED rose petals... That probably was mine! Drops of red blood-like juice stained the floor. I ran. I ran as fast as I could to my bed room. It didn't take long but...

I didn't move when I saw it once more, on my bed, with his clothes on, peeling my rose. "H-Hey!!! What are you doing!!!" The faceless man turned to my voice. I shuddered. How could someone have no face? No matter, that wasn't the point. "W-who are you?" I said, bravely.
His answer came out as a change of topic, "You like roses?"

"Sir..." I say firmly.
"Answer me." He demanded
"That rose was....I stole it.....I loved it!"

The man nodded. "Would you like to have another one?" He held out a white rose. It was pure white with only a couple specks of glitter. It was pretty but not pretty enough! "That other one was prettier..." I replied in a small voice. "S-sorry sir. I can't talk to strangers." I say, raising my voice. "And I suppose-" replied the stranger, "Strangers aren't aloud to ruin others roses and offer them another one, I mean no harm you know?" I felt this feeling in my gut. I didn't like it.

"How about this: can I draw a symbol of a rose on your arm? I mean, I may not be a good artist but to others, I'm pretty good." He sang. I couldn't say no because he yanked my arm and got out a permanent marker. It popped open and he started to draw. It tickled but I didn't want him to notice.

After it was done, he shoved it in my face. It actually looked kinda well done.... Still I didn't trust this dude....
"My parents will be home soon..." "I know. Say, kid, heard of creepypasta?" The question left his lips and I flipped out. I LOVED creepypasta. I read most of the stories as a kid and I couldn't sleep at night! I had to have dad give me a nightlight. "Totally!" I shout. He nodded. "Then you must've heard of me?" He was a creepypasta??? That was amazing!... But no I never have seen him.... He looked kinda similar to slenderman, though....

"I want you as a proxy, kid."

Proxy? Did he literally just say PROXY?!?!? I've heard of them!!! Oh my god!!! "Y-yeah!!!" My voice cracked a bit but he didn't seem to notice. His grin got wider, "Great, because that mark on you already says so." I glance at my arm and the rose symbol marked on it. I was so glad it was permanent. "Oh my-" But when I look up, he was gone. The door had opened and my parents had entered.

"Honey!" "We're home!"
I stood in front of my bed, staring at the white rose he had left me.

I had become a proxy!!!