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

Chapter 13 (The Plan)

"But (y/n), you should probably sleep in the-.." McClain couldn't finish her sentence, as she suspected (Y/n) had already passed out.

   Though McClain was hesitant to let her sleep in her office, she couldn't allow her tp suspect that she wasn't on (Y/n)'s side. She would have to inform an overnight officer to keep eyes on her throughout the night.
With one swift movement, McClain gathered her things, and left her office.

Time passed and (Y/n) still laid silently on the couch. She couldn't move yet...She was waiting for something.

Finally after about an hour, the door slowly creaked back open.
She heard keys jingling, and large boots pace across the room. (y/n) still played possum, controlling her movements and her breathing. If she was right, after this officer leaves, it should be a good amount of time before they check again.

After what seemed likes an eternity, the officer turned around and left.

It was time...

(Y/n) shot up from the couch, and scooped up her bag. The contents in it shuffled around loudly. She grinned, remembering her amazing plan.

First, she sat down at McClain's desk, and took a long hard look at her computer.

(y/n)'s first obstacle...Finding out the password.

Now from what (Y/n) could remember, McClain was a creature of habit. Each time (Y/n) was in her office it would be the same exact things, fix hair, drink cold coffee, re-apply cheap lipstick.

Thennnn! Computer time!

Seven keys in total was the password. (Y/n) counted it many times. Now what could it be?

McClain was sincere, yet professional. She wasn't dumb though...there is no way she would be dumb enough to use her name...

Seven keys...a name? A date?

(Y/n) scanned her desk intently. No family pictures...hm..

There was one picture...it looked old. It showed a younger, more fresh, looking McClain. With what looked to be her old captain..

Upon further examination of the room, (Y/n) found a newspaper article.

"Chief of police shot dead in dangerous shootout! Leaves public stunned"

No family or kids...she had to be attached to someone...(Y/n) guessed it had to be him...

(Y/n) read farther into the article..

"Chief Johnson was a beloved member of the police station, and his sacrifice for his team (Mayfield, Layton, and McClain) will never be forgotten."

Yup! Most certainly emotionally attached if he gave his life for her.

"Let's try "Johnson"" (Y/n) chirped.

With a few click, she was in.

Very unexpected...Usually this kind of thing only happens in cheesy action movies...or bad fanfictions( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(Y/n) went through every saved file on the computer, searching for her personal one...

It was like a maze in there

Finally, she was able to find the case...

Some of the details were accurate...and surprisingly they decided to keep (Y/n) story about her attack in the woods...

Other than that, it was a whole load of bullshit..

False fingerprints, false witnesses..

Everything was wrong...they made it seem like
(Y/n) was a monster...

How was she going to change all of this? The files most definitely have been shared, so she couldn't just delete them...she had to look for the tiniest bit of evidence to prove the accusations were fake..

If she could prove that they fabricated some of it, then the public would think ALL of it was fabricated.

For nearly an hour, (Y/n) dug. Through other files, messages and emails. Finally, she found something that was worth looking over twice.

It was an email to a man named "Brain Mayfield".

That last name was familiar...

The emails went back and forth.

McClain: I'm not comfortable with this, Brain."

Mayfield: It doesn't matter. HQ has been up my ass about all of this, and the public is going crazy. We need someone to bring in.

McClain: She probably isn't even guilty. What will we tell the public?

Mayfield: I'll take care of it all. Just play nice until I can get everything put together.

(Y/n) grinned as she happily read the thread of messages over and over again. It was perfect!

She quickly took a screenshot of the thread, and emailed it to the local news station. She made it seem as though McClain was coming clean, and exposing her other parter involved in this. She made it clear all of it was a bold faced lie. They would be ALL over this by morning.

Now that she had taken care of her innocence in the eyes of the public...it was time for faze two...

(Y/n) walked back over to the couch, and opened her bag. In it was a unique selection of items. Three large bags of pig meat, a large bundle of hair that she had cut off previously, and the boxed up cremated remains of what she believed was her grandmother (though she wasn't entirely sure).

She placed the large slabs of bloody meat in front of the door of the office. Along with the hair and the ashes. Long story short, (Y/n) planned on setting the building ablaze, and she had to make it look like she had died in the fire. Which explains the need for the meat and the hair. The ashes were just a nice little touch in case they test the ashes for human bone fragments.

After properly placing her decoy in front of the door. (Y/n) made her way to a nearby outlet. Taking out a screwdriver from her bag, she removed the cover and started fiddling with the wires. She made it seem as though someone did a shitty job while installing them. Taking a loose wire, she wrapped a dryer sheet around it, and lit it on fire with the matched Toby graciously provided her.

Quickly, she put the cover back on and made a run for the window.

It was time for faze two...