Im so dead...

A glint caught my eye and I squinted, moving my hand above my eyes to shield the light that penetrated my (e/c) orbs. I clicked my tongue resulting in a quick "tsk", poking my tongue out afterwards at this masked killer.

"Ready to die?" He retorted, nonchalantly, moving the item in his hand higher, making my breath hitch and catch in my throat. I gulped down the spit that formed in my mouth from the intense moment as it had just hit me that I could actually die! "Uh, haha, no can you give me like i don't know... 60 more years please?" I sarcastically and nervously joked, forcing a quivering smile upon my pale features.

I heard a slight scoff, and then shuffling, my eyes locked shut with a burning sensation threatening me to open them, "your reaction is amusing". Inside I was surprised to hear a voice at all, I thought by this point I wouldn't be able to hear anything but I didn't want to encourage thinking positively in a possibly dangerous situation.

I squinted at first, but didn't see much, only white. I took my chances and opened my eyes fully, still only seeing white, but this time, there were dark, thin black lines representing eye like shapes, "AH!" *slap!* I instinctively hit whatever was in front of my face as it startled me and my defenseless self currently from it being so close.

I blinked a few times after hearing a throaty groan from in front of me, "for a small and defenseless body, you have a pretty powerful hit. You are stupidly amusing, for an idiot" I heard this rude person proclaim, moving backwards slightly, releasing some of the pressure from someone being in my personal 'bubble'.

"The others are probably on their way now, we should probably go ba--" "OI, GET OFF OF HER MASKY!" I heard a shrill and authoritative voice boom from behind me, causing a tight and sudden pain in my chest. Why did he have to come back now?!

"Jeff, why are you back, didn't you run off like a broken hearted little school girl before?" The guy named Masky stated in a monotone voice, making me almost cringe from the thought of what had just happened before this whole 'running away from masky who was pretending to try and kill me' ordeal.

"Wha-! No! Shut up!" Jeff bashfully spat back almost looking as though he was fighting with himself on wether or not he should come over and help me up or stand in his spot and look down, not exactly embarrassed, but more sad if anything. I helped make his decision by shoving Masky back slightly and standing up, grabbing my shoulder that had that weird scar, and sighed.

"Masky was just playing a joke, it's all goods..." I became quiet at the end, trailing off into my thoughts. I shouldn't have to explain myself to him! It's not like it matters anyways, he doesn't need to know... Uh, I'm being weird.

"Oh, that's good I guess..." He replied, and just as I did, he trailed off at the end of his sentence, looking around impatiently, waiting for someone else to start the conversation again.

"Can you guys stop being so awkward, it was just a kiss, no biggy" Masky piped up, trying to relieve the air of the tension that had built itself. I turned around and had a thankful look on my face I'm sure, smiling half assed and breathing out loudly, brushing off any remains of dirt from my pants and speaking up again.

"Well, we should go back I guess, cause people might actually start to think Masky killed me" I joked, looking at Masky as if waiting for a smart retort. All he did was shrug his shoulders and reply with a "shit happens" remark. "Uh jeff if you want there is food... Where did he go?" I questioned, looking around worriedly. He's probably gone out to kill some more people, great.

"We should get going," masky paused, looking up at the dark clouds that were looming above our heads "it looks like rain..." And with that, we quickly raced home, well, we were running home at first to avoid the rain but... We seem to both be pretty competitive with one another so, a race it is.

(P.O.V.) Masky

I turned and faced the slightly anxious (Y/N), as she only just now noticed that Jeff had run away, as he usually does when there is any sort of conflict. Although the only conflict here seem to be his emotions. Funny that, considering he feels nothing when he's out hacking into the mouths of those unlucky enough to be his victims.

*sniff sniff* hmm.. It smells like rain. I suppose we must make our way back to (Y/N)'s house. "We should get going," I spoke, looking towards the clouds that seemed almost angered with a grey tinge of colour indicating a cold and rainy day was about to come "it looks like rain..." I finished, looking down at her, waiting for her response.

She looked up at me and did a half smile before turning to face the direction which we had came from previously, and started walking. I stood for a moment before jogging slightly to catch up, only to trigger something within her as she started to speed up to a medium paced jog, almost as if to challenge me. Oh, it is on.

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(P.O.V) (Y/N)

"Well, uh, you guys are wet--" "way to state the obvious mate, that storm came out of nowhere!" I screeched, drying my arms and legs before moving onto my hair, which I shook vigorously, like a dog after a bath. I turned to Masky and handed him a towel, which he emotionlessly replied to with a "mm.." Sound, like a thanking kind of mm, yknow? I'm talking to myself...

"Um, by the way..." A voiced piped up, causing me to whip my head and the general direction of the sound "your bra is kind of visible, so I'd suggest a change of clothes sweetheart" BEN chuckled to himself, and threw a shirt my way and onto my face, good thing too, cause my face was probably as red as a baboons left ass cheek.

I quickly slipped on the black t-shirt to cover my obviously sheer shirt I had on, eyeing off BEN and he just walked back over to the side of my brother, and sat down on the couch that was currently holding a lot of dangerous killers. Just an average day in your friendly old neighbourhood.

I walked upstairs to dry off a bit more, and to probably have a shower, depending on how I feel, the cuts and bruises still hurt after all. I'm surprised I could even walk. As I made my way upstairs, I turned around and noticed that everyone had congregated around the t.v. area, and were watching "the incredibles" like a big happy, twisted and murderous family. I didn't know whether to 'awwww' or 'ehhh...'.

My head whipped around to face the hallway bath towel cupboard. I grabbed a towel and hurried to my room, shutting the door, and sighing. Now comes the fun part, removing these clothes and feeling the pain of one thousand hornets stabbing my flesh as the fabric tears at the cuts and probably infected wounds that have deeply engraved themselves in my entire being!!...

I'm sure it won't be that bad...

~5 minutes later, in the shower~

"MOTHERFU**ER!" I belted out, as the soap cascaded down my body and into the bloodied wounds, causing them to sting immensely. I was right, this was definitely going to hurt like a bitch.

I struggled throughout the whole process of cleaning myself in order to maintain basic hygiene, and afterwards got out of the shower, wrapped myself in the soft towel and dried myself off. I went over to the sink in order to grab my toothbrush and clean my teeth, but I felt a slight pounding in my head, it was very faint... But it was there.

I shook the thought off and continued on with my previous task, squeezing the white paste onto the bristles of my toothbrush, and started brushing. "Hey, (Y/N)? Are you alright?" A voice interrupted my brushing, causing me to sigh and respond with a quick "yeah, I'm fine, the water just hurt a little is all" trying to end the conversation, I wasn't really in the mood, plus I was as naked as a wee babies bottom, so I didn't really want to engage in any conversation at the moment aha...

There was silence which lead me to believe that the person had left my room, so I finished brushing my teeth, and grabbed onto the metal door handle, forcing the door open, moving my towel clad body past the door frame before realising 'shit, they didn't leave'. I quickly dashed behind the door again, and peeked over at the figure that sat alone on my bed. David... Can't he just get the hint?! I don't want to talk to him now!

"Um... David? Can you please leave so I can get dressed?" I requested, causing the pitiful looking male to turn his head and realise the situation. He quickly averted his eyes down towards the floor and gave an awkward smile "uh s-sure (Y/N), anything for you" and with that, he hurried over to the bedroom door, opened it, left, and closed it again.

*sigh* now to get dressed. Why did David come in here in the first place? And 'anything for you'? God, why does he do that to me, he treats me like some kind of thing to be protected, it's suffocating. To think, I never realised it before now, but if I were to look back, I should've been able to pick up on his possessive actions long ago, but I was too blinded by my love for him that... I just, don't know.

I went over to my wardrobe and grabbed my (F/S) (Favourite shirt) and my (F/P) (Favourite pants), along with a pair of undies and a bra. I Began to get dressed, humming to the tune of (F/S) (Favourite song).

*2 minutes later*

After a lot of pain and struggling, the clothes went on fine, and oddly enough the wounds seemed like they had already begun healing... Weird. I was about to open my bedroom door when that pounding in my head started up again, this time the pain grew and grew till it felt as if someone was repeatedly crushing my head with a brick.

"GYAHH, what's inside my head! ARRHHH" I couldn't contain how much it hurt and ended up yelling, drawing attention to myself I'm sure. My knees collided with the floor along with my head as I curled into a ball, rolling around as if that were going to relieve any of the immense pressure I felt on my head.

P.O.V Slenderman bet'cha didn't see that one coming did yah?

"GYAHH, what's inside my head! ARRHHH" A loud scream erupted from inside the confines of that poor girls room. He is near... And he is trying to corrupt her. I moved my head to signal the others, who also seemed a little on edge.

"He is here... You know we must protect the proxy" I telepathically communicated with the eager killers that sat around me, as they prepared for a nasty and definitely gruesome fight. I will do my best to protect these children from their inevitable fate. Death.

"This is not the real fight we must be worried with, our only goal here is to protect the proxy and move her to a safe location, please be careful my children, none of you are ready to fight against him" and with that, we turned off the t.v. And waited...

*ding dong*

"Honey? It's me, can you open the door please?"

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What happens Next? Find out in chapter 20 Daddy's home :P

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So who here is annoyed that it has taken me this long to release a new chapter?! Yeah Ikr, I'd be mad too. Sorry bout that guys, but soon I'll be on an 8 week holiday, cause I'll be finishing year 11, only one more year to go, woohoo. I'm so not ready for the real world :(