It All Started With A Wrong Pair Of Numbers. [ A Creepypasta X Reader Book]

° CHAPTER 2; FIGHT OR FLIGHT °

"I'll look at it later.." I sigh and just faceplate my bed and fall asleep. I'm too tired for this. But of course Mt thoughts and an overactive brain. 'How did I survive that' 'how did I do that' 'why did I do that' 'what if they come for me' what if they know who I am-?' Alright. Not today. I look to the side of my bed and pull out the melatonin pills and swallow two of them straight up, dry.

[When you awoke]

My head was pounding, I peeled my eyes open and rubbed the sleep from them. I heard my phone buzz several times and I just groaned. "So....loud....fucking hell..." I stood up, holding onto anything to keep myself upright as I let the black take my vision them disappear and the headache got worse. I coughed violently, lurching over, unable to breathe, it felt like my lungs were being constricted. Suddenly I coughed harder and my lungs were less constricted and I could breathe properly.

What. The. Actual. Fuck was that.

I breathed heavily, taking in greedy gasps of air over and over. Finally I calmed down, crawling my way to my phone, picking it up and clicking on the new messages from the two numbers [f/n] added and another pair. What. The other two were spamming, asking where the party was, what time and everything while the other two said they didn't wanna come.

Then the thought hit me. She added random numbers. I sigh and text 'hey, I'm hungover asf can someone get over to my apartment with paracetamol here's my address; *** ******* ******. I don't care if you're a killer, just please hurry tf up.' into the chat and instantly the number 'sam' popped up. 'Sure. Be there in 5' then another popped up and a few more. I just watched it.

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[+** ***** ****]
- sure. Be there in 5.

[+** ***** ****]
- [voice message]
" Arr- Sam..(?) No. Don't go I will."

[+** ***** ****]
-call me now.

[+** ***** ****]
- we live in the same house wtf-?

[+** ***** ****]
-fine. Come and meet me in the living room. I'm getting the kid the medicine. They're hungover, ill shove my vodka down your throat and watch you be hungover so you can see how they feel. No? Then shut up. And leave me be. :)

[+44 ***** ****]
- it's 8 am... calm down.

[+** ***** ****]
-shush child. -J

[+** ***** ****]
- HA IMAGINE. anyways [y/n] I'll be there soon. Uhm. I'm in a..cosplay OK?

[User22]
Sure, Sam. Whateva js hurry please- -

[+** ***** ****]
-haha. Almost there kid.

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A loud knock was heard on my door. I peeled my numb body off the floor, trying to make myself look less like a mess on the way to the door.

Arrows pov;

I woke up way early. It's 5 am. Curse this proxy shit. I'm gonna sleeeeEEE-AAAAA.
"AAAAA THE FUCK TOBAIAS-?!" I was drenched in ice. Cold. Water. My hair flopped over my eyes, and the fur on my ears make them heavy. I shook my head as my left eye is covered by hair, and my head leant down because there was still so much water dripping. "3. Seconds. Run." Heavy footsteps echo down the hall and stairs, away from my room with a girlish scream when he runs into someone. Ha. Serves him fucking right. My phone lights up with a ping.

I pick up the device and see a message from Pennywise' emo cousin. L.j.

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"Emo clown"

' can you not have toby running around at 5 am. He ran into me and I'm pretty sure he ruptured my damn eardrum.'