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

& CHAPTER 4 : now what? &

(Uhm, so a short chapter because I don't know, and people keep reading this, so yippee. I'm running off like 20 minutes of sleep, and I have no motivation, plus the situation between a friend and I has been resolved lmao)

3rd person pov;

It was kind of... awkward. Everyone stood there as they looked at each other, thinking what they're gonna do with y/n. The lights had been turned back to normal as the music had been turned off. It was  boring sight. Apart from the fact that 8 serial killers were in y/n's home and y/n was still covered in blood.

The two previously arguing came back to this little gathering in y/n's living room. Arrow spoke up.

"We need to take Y/n back to the operator with us. As much as I dislike the idea, it will give them a better chance in the long run with you know what."

A few nervous and uneasy glances were shared, they all knew the process to being accepted wasn't exactly a fun one if you didn't come from some extremely traumatising backstory, this would probably be just as traumatising to qualify, to some at least.

Y/n's pov:

What we're they even talking about? What was Arrow on about? What is happening? Who the actual fuck is the operator? Damn, I'm losing my marbles...

I stood up and headed to the bathroom, intending to was the blood off my hands and try to clean up the best I could before heading to my room to change out of the blood stained clothing, I would need to get that out later... oh well, that's a problem for future me, not a now problem.

I stretched my arms above my head, hearing the satisfying pops along my back, realising I'd been staring into the mirror for too long. I'd washed all the blood I could get off down the sink drain, damn I looked a mess... a hot mess but still a mess nonetheless.

I turned the tap off to stop the running water because I don't get paid enough for that damn water bill, I'd rather be able to afford LIVING.

I grinned at my internal dialogue before turning and nearly jumping out of my skin when met with the face- well- mask of the dude who smelt oddly like cigarettes and... metal. Okay, strange, but everyone has their own scent, I guess...

I attempt to push past before he speaks, only to be stopped by him moving in my way, asshole.

"What are you doing? Know you can not run from this."

I stared at him for a solid minute like he was some sort of crazy person... right before kicking him in the balls, weak move I know... but I was too tired to deal with that cryptic bullshite at that moment.

Stepping over his crumpled form on the floor to the entrance to my shabby little bathroom, i looked around to see Arrow laughing her ass off, some others were stifling giggles and a few were wincing and/or covering their junk. It's a funny sight, really.

Then, i went to my room and changed into something less blood-stained before heading back down after like 15 minutes.

(Very short chapter like I said but you know, I have zilch. No ideas. Hed empy.)