CPXF!Reader: SS1: An open window

SS1: They Found You (aka: An open window)

You ran into your room, another horrible day to add to the box.


You were now 8, almost 9. Stellar’s legs healed earlier in the year and you were now able to ride him. He grew fast; he was now almost a full sized buck. He carried you with ease, galloping through the fields and forests around the mansion. You had been seen less and less in the house since, sometimes falling asleep in some unknown part of the forest at night and having to find your way back in the morning before classes.


Anyway, it had been a horrible day for you. You had been restless to begin with; unable to sleep the night before, you were sure Stellar hated you for forcing him to trek throughout the night in the woods. When you got back to the house in the morning, you had missed breakfast, meaning you had to go straight to practice with Hoodie and Masky. They scolded you for being slow and not paying attention, and so did Eyeless. You went to lunch, but didn’t feel like eating because you felt bad after some of the things your teachers had said, so you left early. Jeff and Jack acted the same way with you. You knew they all meant no harm, but being sensitive in your tired and hungry state of mind, it all got to you a bit. You didn’t even bother eating dinner, you felt too horrible, so you went upstairs, where you collided with your bed.


You felt frail and lightheaded from not eating, but you didn’t want to accept that that was what it was. You carelessly crawled onto the roof, not really caring about the cool air sweeping in as day turned to night. You sat there for what seemed like hours, the air getting colder and colder until you could no longer feel your digits. Not that you really paid any attention to it. You were thinking. The cold, frigid air soon filled with rain, but still you did not move.

“I cannot take Stellar out, he will surely hate me.” you said to yourself.
You started to shake in the hands of the winter night, but still you did not falter. “This is what I deserve. I failed my teachers.” You said, pulling your legs to your chest and letting the rain roll off of you.


“(Y/N)? What are you doing out here?” a voice said behind you.


Your body went tense and tears filled your eyes. “You found me..” you whispered.
“You left the door open and the window too, of course I found you.” The voice said, it getting closer with every word. “Once again, what are you doing out here? You should be inside kid.”

You glanced to your side and saw Herobrine, sighing you said “No. I deserve this. I failed my teachers..” Hero just looked at you and said “Kid, you have a weird way of dealing with things. Why don’t you come into my room? It’s warm and dry.” You could hear a small bit of pleading in his voice. “No.” you said, still looking straight forward.  Hero sighed and pat your head, his hand being so massive that he could easily crush your face. He stood and exited the roof, you heard the door to your room close after quite a few footsteps left along with Hero’s.

After a while longer of shaking and thinking, sleep finally took over. You laid down on the shingles and curled up, the pitter patter of rain lulling you to sleep.

When you woke, you looked up and saw that you were under some kind of small plastic tent. You sighed and slowly rose, moving the tent away from you. Your muscles screamed at you to not move, but you knew you had to. You stood and grabbed the tent, making your way into your room with it and you set it in the hallway as you headed to the dining room. You were still soaked head to toe in water, your hands and feet pale from an absence of color. You shivered slightly as you walked into the room. Usually you woke up earlier and were able to dry yourself off if it rained, but today, you woke up much later, and couldn’t afford to miss another meal. As you walked in, six sets of eyes in particular set on you, and you knew who they were. Hoodie, Masky, Eyeless, Jeff, Jack, and Herobrine. The others were so used to you now that they didn’t really recognize when you came in. Masky and Hoodie quickly stood and walked over to you, lifting you up and carrying you upstairs.

“(y/n), you know we weren’t trying to be harsh yesterday, right? We just thought you were slacking off, not that you hadn’t slept. We certainly didn’t want you to feel bad about it, and we definitely didn’t want you to feel that you needed to punish yourself. We are sorry, (y/n), just don’t do something that harsh again, please.” They both said, searching through their dressers for clothes that you would be comfortable wearing while your own dried and warmed up. Masky handed you one of his t-shirts and Hoodie went and grabbed one of your extra pairs of pants. You walked into the bathroom and changed, just this once, into something different so that they wouldn’t feel as bad. They took your wet clothes and set them out to dry before saying “You go get some sleep for the next hour, you are doing well enough with melee that you can afford to miss a day. Meet up with Jeff when you wake up.”


The rest of the day went by and you ended up with many apologies and hugs of forgiveness. You ate at every meal and you went to every class, other than your first one at least. But when it came to be night, you did not want to burden anyone. It was supposed to just be cold that night, so you went up to the roof and lulled yourself to sleep before the cool air set in.


When you awoke the next morning, a warm blanket was draped over you with a note that said “We are killers, but don’t forget, we do still care.”