On the run (proxies x reader) a creepypasta/proxy fanfiction

Chapter 13 (The Plan)

   (Y/n) could see her shaky breath float around her in the cold dry air around her. The walk to the police station was quiet. Despite no evidence of anyone around her on the dark street, (Y/n) could feel the eyes of the proxies on her. (Y/n) was sure they were eager to see her plan unfold.

    Upon approaching the police station, (Y/n) took one last look behind her, knowing damn well this wasn't going to end well for anyone...Clenching her bag to her chest, she works up a few crocodile tears, and makes her way inside.

   As always, it smelled like coffee, the station buzzed with police officers and detectives..All of which, in (Y/n)'s mind, had betrayed her. Some would stare for too long, and others would simply pretend she didn't exist to them. Despite her ever-growing anger towards these traitors, (Y/n) kept up the appearance that she was disheveled and scared.  Once she made it to McClain's office, she paused for a moment, listening any other voices that may not be McClain's.

   When the coast was clear, she knocked on the large wood door, and entered.

   McClain looked up in surprise, and quickly painted on her signature fake ass smile.

"(Y/n)! What a pleasant surprise!" She smiled as she quickly closed her laptop.

(Y/n) smiled back at her and greeted her with a sad smile. Now was the time to put on her act.

   With a dramatic sigh, (Y/n) slumped down on one of the chairs, and buried her face into her hands. Let the act begin.

   "T-they all hate me..." (Y/n) claims.

McClain is taken by surprise with her statement. She had been wondered if the news murder accusations had already spread to the public. Her suspicious were confirmed.

"Oh dear..I'm so very sorry that people are saying such terrible things about you! Know that we are doing everything in our power to help uncover the truth." McClain cooed, as she patted (Y/n)'s back.

  "Yah right, wench..." (Y/n) thought to herself.

"I know...It's just that...So many people are spreading false accusations...and even reporters are showing up at my door! I can't get away from all of this hate!" (Y/n) claimed.

   Secretly, McClain was pissed. Word wasn't supposed to get out for at least another week. They needed to be sure that they put together enough false evidence before her arrest. This plan had to he full proof!

   Little did McClain know...Her plan had already failed...

The best she could do now is keep (Y/n) out of the public eye, and give her just a little bit more false hope..

"Well why don't you just stay the night here at the station? I'm sure nobody here will bother you.." McClain smiled at (Y/n).

    (Y/n) couldn't help but grin. She had predicted that this is what McClain would offer her. Now, all she had to do was convince her to stay in her office. 

   Suddenly, (Y/n) let herself fall to her knees with a groan. She clenched her head and cried out i pain. Surprised, McClain bent down to her level, and quickly asked her what was wrong..

   "M-My head still hurts...From the attack...Can I please lay down?" (Y/n) acted as though she was going to faint again once McClain pulled her to her feet.

   "Yes! Of course! Are you sure we shouldn't call a doctor?" She asked.

   "Like you care.." (Y/n) thought.

"No, but thank you. The doctor just tells me it's a result of my concussion..." (Y/n) says as she lays down on the small couch across the room from McClain's desk. "I just need to rest my eyes..." She finishes.