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

° CHAPTER 2; FIGHT OR FLIGHT °

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I laughed slightly and put down the phone, screen down. Cause of ben. I lock my door and take off the soggy clothes I was wearing before deciding to grab a shower due to my hair. I pull the rest of my clothes off, grabbing a new set and a towel from my drawers. I somehow got a room with a small bathroom. It had a shower, sink and toilet. Perfect. I added shelves below the place where the mirror was. I had to shrink my form to get inside the room, however. That sucked but whatever.

[ after the shower and she got changed]

'I ain't putting a shirt on. My sports bra is fine. Whoever says eslsewise can suck my dick lol. Did I just say lol inside my head? What the fuck. ' I stood still while cringing t my thoughts before shaking and walking downstairs, grey sweatpants on, combat boots and a black sports bra. I stretch and walk to the kitchen, looking inside the fridge. Fucking brownies? Hell ya. Hoping these ain't edibles. I will off myself if they are-

*sniff*

No. They're fine. I shove a small segments into my mouth and chew it before swallowing. I wipe my mouth and bump into toby. "Boo bitch-" the fucker just stared at me before yelling "AAAAA ITS A HOMOSEXUAL-" and that's when I burst out laughing, shoving him out my way as a walked past. "Aaaaa it's a homosexual!" I mocked him. He's so goofy honestly. Little goofy boy with trauma. He's like a brother to me. A smile and my expression soften from its more evil intent. I get pulled up off the sofa from behind. "AAA FUCKER- oh hey Jack." I stand up and walk upstairs. I'm not fighting a child eater.

I enter my room to find nothing but my stuff. In its place. Well if it had been inevitable to begin with. I roll my eyes and take note of the time. 5:55 am. Angel number wooo. Whatever. I'll text in that group chat. Annoy them. And Jack.

I find it funny how the other proxies had to go out on a mission and failed mostly and they got beat by a kid. Imagine. Well, they were around my age. But I'm like physically 16. Literally 27 though. Whatever. It works I guess.

I start spamming the group chat before I pass out around 7 am. I woke up to several pings from my phone. I pick it up. 9:03 am. What-?
Fucking hell. I sit up and fix my hair, putting it half up, and half down and fluffing out the other bits. I look pretty hot. Damn-

*PING/BUZZ*

oh right. I pick the phone back up.

There's a new message from [y/n]. Poor kid is hungover and needs paracetamol. I'm on my way-

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[[Y/n]]
- 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.

[Fancy bitch]
sure. Be there in 5.-

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

[Fancy bitch]
call me now.-

[Jackie boy]
- we live in the same house wtf-?

[Fancy bitch]
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.

[Jackie boy]
-shush child. -J

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

[[Y/n]]
- Sure, Sam. Whateva js hurry please-

[Fancy bitch]
-haha. Almost there kid.

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As I was typing I threw on a hoodie and jumped out my room's window, onto the edge of the house. Making my way quickly through the forest with paracetamol in my pocket with a serum for shit like this. I wanna make sure they aren't drugged. I don't need to be dealing with that.

As I send the last message I click the phone off and pull out both things and shrink my height to 6'4. My ear flicks when I hear movement. The door opens, showing a dishevelled person; with eye bags, messy hair, creased clothes and drool marks along their cheek.

"Haha. Alright kid, mind if I come in?" "Mm-mm..come on." They let me inside and shut the door as I get a cup of water for them, pouring the serum into the cup and popping out three pills. It makes the hangover go away quicker. Well- I think it's a hangover. Whatever.

I hand both to [y/n] and watch them drink, not even second-guessing the taste of the water as they down the pills and water.
"Thanks, Sam.. " then they pass out, nearly hitting the floor. I moved quickly and my tail stopped their fall as I grab them, putting them onto their sofa.

" not dealing with this today."

I walk out their apartment and go on my merry way.

[Y/n]'s pov;

I drank the water and pills sam gave me. That's not sam but whatever. Sam is litterally a 4'7 gremlin child. No stilts can fix her height. After I finished that I said a short thanks and my vision went foggy, then black.

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AHHHH THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG TO GET THIS OUT. BUT ITS 2255 WORDS. IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF :))