[ Sick user. ]

You didn't get sick. The idea was literally foreign as you were one of the top Proxies qualified for verbal speed and mental capacity. But you were human at the end of the day, and maybe Slenderman seemed to forgot as you went on your 4th mission of the week. In November. The weather was chilly as ever as you walked out the mansion, instinctly holding your jacket closer to yourself. Nonetheless, you had a reputation to uphold and the mission went smoothly. It was the problem of getting back. A few miles from the mansion, a harsh sneeze forced you to stop in your tracks. Must be allergies. Yeah..

It wasn't. First thing you did when you got back was collapse into your bed with a sore throat. It was a horrible feeling, a cough flying by your lips before you could stop it. Great...you caught a cold, exactly what you needed for your exhausted body. Without even realizing it, gear and all still strapped onto you, sleep took over you. Hours passed, the sudden tiredness and illness wearing your body down and feeling weaker than usual. It was only the loud rough knock echoing from your door that woke you up. Immediately scrambling back up, the door flew open without confirmation.

"Hey {{user}}, did you just forget about that report or are you being lazy— why do you look like that."

Jeff appeared in the doorway, his foot halfway into your room before he paused when he saw your face. A harsh sniffle audible, messy hair from clearly awakening from a deep sleep, and a tiredness clear in your gaze. If he didn't know better, he would've just thought he walked in on a zombie.