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Chapter Eleven

There didn't seem to be anything wrong as far as kitchen goods went. None of the food had expired, she couldn't see signs of mold, and there weren't any unpleasant smells there to catch her concern. The only thing that could potentially be an issue, was the amount of food that the proxies seemed to be eating. Albeit, it was only a potential issue. Neither of the proxies were suffering from malnutrition, she could be sure of that. They just didn't seem to be eating as much as one would expect. She could blame that on depression, seeing as it was a condition suffered by nearly every patient held at "The place". The dishes seemed to be in a good enough state. A few of the cups were chipped and sharp at the ridges, and a couple of bowls were cracked, but there wasn't much of an issue with that. She would need to get them a new can-opener though. The one currently in their possession had a hefty coating of rust around the gears. No doubt it was difficult to use. Not only that, rust always brought about the chance of lock-jaw. If the proxies cut themselves on it or ate any of the rust, it could lead to that. (Y/N) opted to take the rusty can-opener and put it in her basket. She would take it home with her tonight, and buy them a new one.

Part of her expected the proxies to try and question her about why she had put their can-opener in her basket. The rest of her knew otherwise - or so she thought. Until a little while ago, neither Masky nor Hoodie had bothered trying to communicate without outside nodding or shaking their heads when asked a question. At this point it was safe for her to assume that she didn't understand any of her patients as well as she thought, given that all of them had behaved oddly today. Seeing as nothing seemed amiss with the kitchen, (Y/N) opted to check the time to see how much longer she would have to remain in the room. She couldn't leave for another half hour. Would it take that long for her to explain the medication rules to Hoodie? Probably not - but she would rather get that done before she had to leave, than wait until last second and wind up remaining there even longer. With that in mind, she turned her attention to the proxies.

"Hoodie, will you come here for a moment? I'd like to make sure you understand how you're supposed to give Masky his medication." (Y/N) stated as she eyed the hooded proxy, who offered a single nod after a moment. From there she led Hoodie to the kitchen so that she could show him the medication. Masky followed them. Her assumption was that he wanted to stay near his partner - but in light of recent events, there was no harm in guessing that he was curious about his pills. Or something along those lines. Once she had the medication pulled out of the cabinet, she proceeded to explain the details about them to Hoodie.
"These are anxiety pills." (Y/N) stated as she picked up one of the bottles. The bottle had a blue cap, and a large "A" written on the side of it with a black marker. There wasn't a label. None of the bottles had labels - which was why she tended to assume that the medications were either experimental or something akin to a placebo.
"Technically he can have these up to six times a day. I've been told that they're low dosage... I've been allowing him to take these twice a day thus far, but now it's up to you to decide if he needs more. Just make sure he eats something when he takes these.. And don't crush them or anything. He has to take a whole pill each time." She explained, before he removed the lid from the bottle. She held it out to Hoodie.
"I don't know how well you can smell through that mask, but these pills don't smell like anything. The other two stink." She stated, allowing the hooded figure to take the bottle from her hands. She watched as he held the bottle under his nose – or where she assumed his nose was under the mask. He seemed to shrug after a few seconds, before allowing his partner to mimic his behavior. Masky had to physically pull his mask away from his face slightly in order to smell the contents of the bottle. The elastic band that held the ceramic face cover in place extended reluctantly, and snapped back to its original length when the tension was released. When the pair were done testing the smell of the anxiety medication, (Y/N) took the bottle from them and fastened the lid back into place. She then retrieved a blue bottle with an orange cap – a capital “B” had been written on the side with a black marker.
“These ones are… I don’t want to call them “seizure” pills, but that’s what they are. He takes no more than two of these a day. Once every twelve hours. I only give him one, because I’m not here late enough to give him a second pill, and I don’t trust the other workers to do it.” She explained, unscrewing the cap and wincing at the smell that met her nose. She almost immediately offered the open bottle to Hoodie for him to smell.
“These ones smell the worst in my opinion… It reminds me of rotten meat.” She stated, watching as the hooded proxy acquainted himself with the foul odor of the seizure medication. She wasn’t surprised to see him nearly drop the bottle as he recoiled from the seemingly toxic fumes that met his nose. Masky was unwilling to smell the pills himself – which was no surprise. He was the one who had to take the meds, so, there was no doubt that he already knew how foul some of them could smell. Before long, the bottle was handed back to (Y/N), and she quickly put the lid back in its proper place. That was one less bad smell to deal with, but the last bottle of meds that she had to open wouldn’t exactly smell like roses. The final bottle of medication was solid black, and the lid was white. There wasn’t a letter written anywhere on it.
“Alright... These are the emergency pills. He can only have one of these if he’s having a seizure. Giving him one when he isn’t having an attack could lead to brain damage…” (Y/N) explained, offering the bottle to Hoodie after she opened it to see if he wanted to smell the pills. She wasn’t exactly surprised to have him put his hands up in a defensive manner and shake his head. Yeah, she wouldn’t want to go around sniffing meds either if she had just caught a whiff of something that smelts like the business end of a skunk. With that, she put the lid back on the bottle and returned it to its original place. As it was, she had given them a basic explanation of how Hoodie was to go about giving his partner his medication. All she could really do now was hope that they didn’t pull any stunts that could get themselves – not to mention her – in serious trouble. Seeing as her task was done, she changed a look at the clock, only to find that she still had to wait another fifteen minutes before she could try to leave the room. Sometimes she hated how the rules worked. When she had stopped to see Eyeless, she knew she wasn’t expected to be there for more than an hour. That was one key rule – an hour must be spent with your patients in the morning. After lunch, you were only expected to be there for around forty-five minutes.
That meant that she was expected to spend a minimum of five and a quarter hours of her day with her patients. Given that she was expected to work ten hour shifts, that meant that she was supposed to spend a little over half her day with them. That part was fine, she didn’t mind it – especially given the fact that she was allowed an hour and forty-five minutes to herself for lunch once she was done with the morning visit. It was the rules that came with being “late” that bothered her. As it was, for every minute she was late, she had to spend an extra minute with her patients. She was ten minutes late to visit Eyeless, and hence she was expected to spend one hour – plus ten minutes to make up for her tardiness. Now, that wouldn’t be so bad – if it wasn’t for the fact that she would have to add extra time past that. Being ten minutes late to seeing her first patient, meant being over twenty minutes late to visit the next one, and even later than that when it came to the final set. She was to be on facility grounds by 7:00 in the morning. Work was officially due to start at 7:10. She was allowed a ten minutes “passing period” to prep and make her way to the next location. That meant she was supposed to see Eyeless at 7:10, Slenderman at 8:20, and the proxies at 9:30.
Thanks to all that had happened today it was ensured that she would be two hours late to seeing the proxies. Meaning she had to spend an extra half hour with them, bringing her stay up to an hour and a half. So, she could leave and get something to eat at 1:00 in the afternoon, which was only a short time away. Honestly, she could count her blessings that the ordeal with Slenderman hadn’t managed to make her later than that. The incident revolving around the physical could have added a lot more than ten minutes to her penalty time. She would have up to an hour to get herself something to eat and fill out her paperwork going by her math. She was probably a ways off though, given that mathematics definitely wasn’t her strongest ability. Either way, she was running things a lot tighter than usual. Four and a half hours were expected to be spent with the patients a day. There was an hour passing time, an hour and forty-five minutes for lunch, and two hours and forty five-minutes for paperwork. Thus far, she had technically spent nearly six hours with them. Was she still required to go out of her way to spend another hour and a half with them before she left? Yes. That was a very unfortunate yes. Meaning that today, she would spend nearly seven and a half hours with homicidal beings that had begun to act strangely.
Subtract the hour that she would spend traveling from place to place, and she had only two and a half hours to eat and do her paperwork. That was ifshe was actually doing the math right, and she likely wasn’t. (Y/N) sighed at the thought of everything. That was a little more time-based math than she was used to doing, hence, it had made her head spin. Honestly, she wasn’t going to bother trying to get lunch. Given that she was going to spend over half of the day with her patients, she might was well spend the entire day with them. Eyeless likely wouldn’t mind if she decided to go and share another meal with him, seeing as he didn’t exactly want to eat anything that was there. She might as well eat some of the food before it could spoil – if it wasn’t already past the point of edibility. If he questioned her early, not to mention extended stay, she could always use the excuse that she wanted to make sure that he ate something for lunch. He would likely buy that – and it wasn’t exactly a lie. She would like to ensure that he ate at least twice before she left for home. Paperwork could stand to wait another day, given that she only had to have it done by the end of the week. Specifically, it had to be completed by Saturday. In other words, she would literally spend her entire work day dealing with her patients.
An unusual decision on her part, but given that everyone else seemed to be acting strange, it wouldn’t exactly kill her to be a little spontaneous. Even if it meant pushing her luck a little bit and potentially winding up dead. Seeing as she came to work every day knowing that she could be brutally killed, it was probably pointless to fret over the little details of being slightly more spontaneous than usual. Sighing, she moved the box of medication to another place in the kitchen. They needed to be kept away from the sink, and out of direct light. Not willing to chance an accident happening if they were left out in the open, she decided to put the pills in the pantry. Specifically, she put them next to the canned goods. There was little chance of anything happening if they were in that spot. No means of them getting wet, and there was definitely no light. That was the safest place she could think of – plus the pantry was never locked when she left. Doing so would deny them access to food. With that taken care of, she idly straightened out her uniform and looked to the proxies.
“I’ll be leaving in a few minutes, but I won’t be gone all that long… If there’s anything that you think you might need, now’s the time to point it out.” (Y/N) advised, returning to her formal demeanor as she spoke to the two males. She watched patiently as they looked to one another, both offering shrugs and hand motions that made it clear that nothing they might need came to mind. With that, she offered a small nod and began to walk out of the kitchen. From there, she retrieved her basket and double checked to make sure that everything she needed was there. She had the rusty can-opener – she would have to make sure that she brought a replacement tomorrow. All of her paperwork seemed to be there. There was nothing left that he had to deal with – though, there was something revolving around the papers that they had been using as a means of conversation. She was notrequired to present them to the higher-ups, if she didn’t and the right questions were asked, there was possibility of her getting trouble. The claims that she was withholding valuable information could easily be brought into light if they found out that she had taken part in a real form of communication with them. Unsure of how to make her choice, she went on to retrieve one of the partially written on papers. She also readied her pen, making sure that they would have a means of responding once she questioned them.
“Have the two of you conversed with previous caretakers through this means?” She inquired, tapping her finger against the paper to make it extra clear that she was asking them about their recent behavior. The urge to flinch crossed her mind when Hoodie’s arm suddenly came into her lane of thought. He had a knack for sneaking up on her, now didn’t he. She watched as he scribbled a simple response onto the paper.

“You’re the first we’ve really ‘talked’ too.”

Upon reading the phrase, she offered a nod and retrieved her pen. She was the first one they had genuinely tried to communicate with, and that was likely because of her lenient behavior. There was no need to go out of her way to bring it up – though she would not lie if she was questioned about it at a later date. With that in mind, she set her pen in her basket, and turned to face the door. The proxies were standing right behind her, not that she hadn’t figured that out already.
“I’ll take my leave now… See you in a few hours.” (Y/N) stated, before she started towards the door so that she could leave…

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Chapter Eleven

There didn't seem to be anything wrong as far as kitchen goods went. None of the food had expired, she couldn't see signs of mold, and there weren't any unpleasant smells there to catch her concern. The only thing that could potentially be an issue, was the amount of food that the proxies seemed to be eating. Albeit, it was only a potential issue. Neither of the proxies were suffering from malnutrition, she could be sure of that. They just didn't seem to be eating as much as one would expect. She could blame that on depression, seeing as it was a condition suffered by nearly every patient held at "The place". The dishes seemed to be in a good enough state. A few of the cups were chipped and sharp at the ridges, and a couple of bowls were cracked, but there wasn't much of an issue with that. She would need to get them a new can-opener though. The one currently in their possession had a hefty coating of rust around the gears. No doubt it was difficult to use. Not only that, rust always brought about the chance of lock-jaw. If the proxies cut themselves on it or ate any of the rust, it could lead to that. (Y/N) opted to take the rusty can-opener and put it in her basket. She would take it home with her tonight, and buy them a new one.

Part of her expected the proxies to try and question her about why she had put their can-opener in her basket. The rest of her knew otherwise - or so she thought. Until a little while ago, neither Masky nor Hoodie had bothered trying to communicate without outside nodding or shaking their heads when asked a question. At this point it was safe for her to assume that she didn't understand any of her patients as well as she thought, given that all of them had behaved oddly today. Seeing as nothing seemed amiss with the kitchen, (Y/N) opted to check the time to see how much longer she would have to remain in the room. She couldn't leave for another half hour. Would it take that long for her to explain the medication rules to Hoodie? Probably not - but she would rather get that done before she had to leave, than wait until last second and wind up remaining there even longer. With that in mind, she turned her attention to the proxies.

"Hoodie, will you come here for a moment? I'd like to make sure you understand how you're supposed to give Masky his medication." (Y/N) stated as she eyed the hooded proxy, who offered a single nod after a moment. From there she led Hoodie to the kitchen so that she could show him the medication. Masky followed them. Her assumption was that he wanted to stay near his partner - but in light of recent events, there was no harm in guessing that he was curious about his pills. Or something along those lines. Once she had the medication pulled out of the cabinet, she proceeded to explain the details about them to Hoodie.
"These are anxiety pills." (Y/N) stated as she picked up one of the bottles. The bottle had a blue cap, and a large "A" written on the side of it with a black marker. There wasn't a label. None of the bottles had labels - which was why she tended to assume that the medications were either experimental or something akin to a placebo.
"Technically he can have these up to six times a day. I've been told that they're low dosage... I've been allowing him to take these twice a day thus far, but now it's up to you to decide if he needs more. Just make sure he eats something when he takes these.. And don't crush them or anything. He has to take a whole pill each time." She explained, before he removed the lid from the bottle. She held it out to Hoodie.
"I don't know how well you can smell through that mask, but these pills don't smell like anything. The other two stink." She stated, allowing the hooded figure to take the bottle from her hands. She watched as he held the bottle under his nose – or where she assumed his nose was under the mask. He seemed to shrug after a few seconds, before allowing his partner to mimic his behavior. Masky had to physically pull his mask away from his face slightly in order to smell the contents of the bottle. The elastic band that held the ceramic face cover in place extended reluctantly, and snapped back to its original length when the tension was released. When the pair were done testing the smell of the anxiety medication, (Y/N) took the bottle from them and fastened the lid back into place. She then retrieved a blue bottle with an orange cap – a capital “B” had been written on the side with a black marker.
“These ones are… I don’t want to call them “seizure” pills, but that’s what they are. He takes no more than two of these a day. Once every twelve hours. I only give him one, because I’m not here late enough to give him a second pill, and I don’t trust the other workers to do it.” She explained, unscrewing the cap and wincing at the smell that met her nose. She almost immediately offered the open bottle to Hoodie for him to smell.
“These ones smell the worst in my opinion… It reminds me of rotten meat.” She stated, watching as the hooded proxy acquainted himself with the foul odor of the seizure medication. She wasn’t surprised to see him nearly drop the bottle as he recoiled from the seemingly toxic fumes that met his nose. Masky was unwilling to smell the pills himself – which was no surprise. He was the one who had to take the meds, so, there was no doubt that he already knew how foul some of them could smell. Before long, the bottle was handed back to (Y/N), and she quickly put the lid back in its proper place. That was one less bad smell to deal with, but the last bottle of meds that she had to open wouldn’t exactly smell like roses. The final bottle of medication was solid black, and the lid was white. There wasn’t a letter written anywhere on it.
“Alright... These are the emergency pills. He can only have one of these if he’s having a seizure. Giving him one when he isn’t having an attack could lead to brain damage…” (Y/N) explained, offering the bottle to Hoodie after she opened it to see if he wanted to smell the pills. She wasn’t exactly surprised to have him put his hands up in a defensive manner and shake his head. Yeah, she wouldn’t want to go around sniffing meds either if she had just caught a whiff of something that smelts like the business end of a skunk. With that, she put the lid back on the bottle and returned it to its original place. As it was, she had given them a basic explanation of how Hoodie was to go about giving his partner his medication. All she could really do now was hope that they didn’t pull any stunts that could get themselves – not to mention her – in serious trouble. Seeing as her task was done, she changed a look at the clock, only to find that she still had to wait another fifteen minutes before she could try to leave the room. Sometimes she hated how the rules worked. When she had stopped to see Eyeless, she knew she wasn’t expected to be there for more than an hour. That was one key rule – an hour must be spent with your patients in the morning. After lunch, you were only expected to be there for around forty-five minutes.
That meant that she was expected to spend a minimum of five and a quarter hours of her day with her patients. Given that she was expected to work ten hour shifts, that meant that she was supposed to spend a little over half her day with them. That part was fine, she didn’t mind it – especially given the fact that she was allowed an hour and forty-five minutes to herself for lunch once she was done with the morning visit. It was the rules that came with being “late” that bothered her. As it was, for every minute she was late, she had to spend an extra minute with her patients. She was ten minutes late to visit Eyeless, and hence she was expected to spend one hour – plus ten minutes to make up for her tardiness. Now, that wouldn’t be so bad – if it wasn’t for the fact that she would have to add extra time past that. Being ten minutes late to seeing her first patient, meant being over twenty minutes late to visit the next one, and even later than that when it came to the final set. She was to be on facility grounds by 7:00 in the morning. Work was officially due to start at 7:10. She was allowed a ten minutes “passing period” to prep and make her way to the next location. That meant she was supposed to see Eyeless at 7:10, Slenderman at 8:20, and the proxies at 9:30.
Thanks to all that had happened today it was ensured that she would be two hours late to seeing the proxies. Meaning she had to spend an extra half hour with them, bringing her stay up to an hour and a half. So, she could leave and get something to eat at 1:00 in the afternoon, which was only a short time away. Honestly, she could count her blessings that the ordeal with Slenderman hadn’t managed to make her later than that. The incident revolving around the physical could have added a lot more than ten minutes to her penalty time. She would have up to an hour to get herself something to eat and fill out her paperwork going by her math. She was probably a ways off though, given that mathematics definitely wasn’t her strongest ability. Either way, she was running things a lot tighter than usual. Four and a half hours were expected to be spent with the patients a day. There was an hour passing time, an hour and forty-five minutes for lunch, and two hours and forty five-minutes for paperwork. Thus far, she had technically spent nearly six hours with them. Was she still required to go out of her way to spend another hour and a half with them before she left? Yes. That was a very unfortunate yes. Meaning that today, she would spend nearly seven and a half hours with homicidal beings that had begun to act strangely.
Subtract the hour that she would spend traveling from place to place, and she had only two and a half hours to eat and do her paperwork. That was ifshe was actually doing the math right, and she likely wasn’t. (Y/N) sighed at the thought of everything. That was a little more time-based math than she was used to doing, hence, it had made her head spin. Honestly, she wasn’t going to bother trying to get lunch. Given that she was going to spend over half of the day with her patients, she might was well spend the entire day with them. Eyeless likely wouldn’t mind if she decided to go and share another meal with him, seeing as he didn’t exactly want to eat anything that was there. She might as well eat some of the food before it could spoil – if it wasn’t already past the point of edibility. If he questioned her early, not to mention extended stay, she could always use the excuse that she wanted to make sure that he ate something for lunch. He would likely buy that – and it wasn’t exactly a lie. She would like to ensure that he ate at least twice before she left for home. Paperwork could stand to wait another day, given that she only had to have it done by the end of the week. Specifically, it had to be completed by Saturday. In other words, she would literally spend her entire work day dealing with her patients.
An unusual decision on her part, but given that everyone else seemed to be acting strange, it wouldn’t exactly kill her to be a little spontaneous. Even if it meant pushing her luck a little bit and potentially winding up dead. Seeing as she came to work every day knowing that she could be brutally killed, it was probably pointless to fret over the little details of being slightly more spontaneous than usual. Sighing, she moved the box of medication to another place in the kitchen. They needed to be kept away from the sink, and out of direct light. Not willing to chance an accident happening if they were left out in the open, she decided to put the pills in the pantry. Specifically, she put them next to the canned goods. There was little chance of anything happening if they were in that spot. No means of them getting wet, and there was definitely no light. That was the safest place she could think of – plus the pantry was never locked when she left. Doing so would deny them access to food. With that taken care of, she idly straightened out her uniform and looked to the proxies.
“I’ll be leaving in a few minutes, but I won’t be gone all that long… If there’s anything that you think you might need, now’s the time to point it out.” (Y/N) advised, returning to her formal demeanor as she spoke to the two males. She watched patiently as they looked to one another, both offering shrugs and hand motions that made it clear that nothing they might need came to mind. With that, she offered a small nod and began to walk out of the kitchen. From there, she retrieved her basket and double checked to make sure that everything she needed was there. She had the rusty can-opener – she would have to make sure that she brought a replacement tomorrow. All of her paperwork seemed to be there. There was nothing left that he had to deal with – though, there was something revolving around the papers that they had been using as a means of conversation. She was notrequired to present them to the higher-ups, if she didn’t and the right questions were asked, there was possibility of her getting trouble. The claims that she was withholding valuable information could easily be brought into light if they found out that she had taken part in a real form of communication with them. Unsure of how to make her choice, she went on to retrieve one of the partially written on papers. She also readied her pen, making sure that they would have a means of responding once she questioned them.
“Have the two of you conversed with previous caretakers through this means?” She inquired, tapping her finger against the paper to make it extra clear that she was asking them about their recent behavior. The urge to flinch crossed her mind when Hoodie’s arm suddenly came into her lane of thought. He had a knack for sneaking up on her, now didn’t he. She watched as he scribbled a simple response onto the paper.

“You’re the first we’ve really ‘talked’ too.”

Upon reading the phrase, she offered a nod and retrieved her pen. She was the first one they had genuinely tried to communicate with, and that was likely because of her lenient behavior. There was no need to go out of her way to bring it up – though she would not lie if she was questioned about it at a later date. With that in mind, she set her pen in her basket, and turned to face the door. The proxies were standing right behind her, not that she hadn’t figured that out already.
“I’ll take my leave now… See you in a few hours.” (Y/N) stated, before she started towards the door so that she could leave…