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the harsh reality of a proxy who wants out. Cover is mine

Creepypasta. I had this dream and I was like sure let's do this. enjoy

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* You wake up to find that your dog has vanished into thin air. You go to the eerie forest behind your house but you don't find your dog, you find something or rather someone much more complex. A MaskyxReader~ Netural Pronouns ˱ 𓈒 𓈊 ┈ 𓈒 ┈ 𓈉 ┈ 𓈒 ┈ 𓈊 𓈒 ˲

Stalking you as if you were pray. You hold your ground and clench your teeth, what a mild site... it mocked you. You looked at it like a fox in your hen house. "T̴̥̜́̌o̶̱̦̪͝ ̶̬̬̏ț̸̹̟͊̚h̸̯̔̿͝è̵͈̊ ̶͖͙͖̓à̶̩̬̂͒r̵̜͇̀͘k̶̘̻͕͑.̶̧͇̝̈́̾͘" PLEASE READ DISCRIPTION

So this is my first creepypasta x reader! So if it's bad then whatever. Y/N is the newest proxy. Hoodie fell hard for the hard working proxy (you!!) Well Y/N and Hoodie end up together?

Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Your life had been fairly average up until this point. It wasn't like you planned for anything particularly exciting or disturbing happen; truthfully, you had thought that you would die in obscurity. No such luck, unfortunately. Someone had other plans. You didn't know it then when you saw the strange, harmless-looking symbol, but you had already been ensnared within a tangled web of terror and bloodshed. How many physical things define a human? How much does it take for them to break? How long before they fall into... D E L I R I U M . . ?

En·am·or - verb; be filled with a feeling of love for, or, affected by strong feelings of love, admiration, or fascination. In which an artist who is slowly affected by burnout, looks for new inspiration on the internet. Soon after, she discovers that her art pieces don't exactly like sticking to their canvas...

Y/N never expected to find herself trapped in a creepy mansion deep in the woods, surrounded by a group of dangerous and twisted beings known as the Proxies. Each of them have their own dark secret.. Among them is Masky-cold, distant, and seemingly set on making Y/N's life miserable. His hostility is hard to ignore, but there's something deeper beneath his anger that Y/N can't quite grasp. As time goes on, Y/N is faced with an impossible choice-join the Proxies and become one of them, or risk falling victim to their dangerous world. The more she's around Masky, the more that line between hate and attraction gets harder to ignore. But the Proxies aren't the only ones with secrets. Y/N starts to realize there's more to this mansion-and the people in it-than she could have ever imagined.

What time is it?