Y/n’s Point of View

(A Month Later)

I chuckle as I stand over my most recent kill. “Caroline Nioves. To easy but ah well.” I sigh as i glance down at the 7 ‘N’ carved onto her arm.

I shrug getting ready to leave the basement until a rustle makes me stop. A shiver runs down my spine, a warning.

I jump to the left as a knife lodges into the wall where I would have been a moment earlier. I don’t stop to ponder and instead begin kicking the darkness knowing I’ll find something eventually.

An arm gripped my foot so I brought my head forward an heard a satisfying crunch. “Shit!” a male yelled out dropping my foot. Taking the opportunity I grabbed his knife, my bag and ran up the steps.

“GET BACK HERE!” I refused to stop. I eventually met the door and shoved it open. I ran through the now vacant house taking notice of the heavy footsteps echoing after me.

“For a damn teenager you are fast.” He puffed. And you’re wasting your breathe. I smirked before I crashed into a wall, using it for momentum.

(Have you guessed yet?) “How have you not caught her yet?” A female voice asked as soon as I threw open the front door. A female who was slightly taller than me with white skin and black eyes and a black dress was right outside.

I scrambled to get away but the male chasing me grabbed me around the waist. “Let me go asshole!” I shouted kicking his shins.

“Get the damn rag.” He ordered to the female. “Ha! Chloroform! Oldest tool in the book, but I know how to avoid it. Suck on that dickheads!”

“Do something to make her shut up.” “I’m a fucking teenager, good luck with that!” “So am I, so shut up.”

I roll my eyes before just kicking him where the sun don’t shine. He grunted in pain, letting go. I took off like a demon. “See ya Fucker!”

I climbed out the open window only to be met by the girl again. “The hell?!” She grabbed my neck before I could react and held me there. “Slenderman has been waiting for you.”

“You high or some shit?” I ask sounding a little raspy. “Or some shit.” The male said now standing next to the female glaring a me. He had white skin as well but seemingly no eyelids and a cut-in smile.

He was hard to take serious. “I liked you better as a voice, you ugly.” I laughed. HE looked ready to kill me. “You little-” “Jeff, we need to take her to Slender.” The female spoke up, an irritated tone in her voice.

“Whatever.” He pulled another knife out of his pocket, turned it butt down, and hit my head with it. “You motherfucker.” I managed out before blacking out.

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“The fuck?! Where the hell am I?!” I shout as soon as my eyes open. “Must you yell?” A voice moaned making me look over to see a boy younger than me dressed in a link outfit with blood flowing out of his eyes and blonde hair.

“Yes, I was fucking kidnapped!” “You can’t be reported missing, you already are.” He replied simply. “Shut up Link-wannabe.” I retort not in you the mood. “I didn’t even-” I cut myself off.

“You gonna finish or can I return to my game?” “Where am I?” I ask again. “Slendermansion, duh.” “Where now?!” “YOu can actually talk without cursing! Congrats!” “For a child ou are sarcastic as hell.”

“I AM NOT A KID!” He shouted looking pissed. “You’re the height and build of one!” I argue. “BEN, sit down before I lock you in the room.” BEN considerably paled.

“Not the room!” “Then sit.” He obeyed as I looked around for the source. “The fuck?” “Either uite cursing or I’ll personally burn the bag.” He held up my yellow backpack making my eyes widen.

“GIVE IT BACK!” “Not until Slender talks to you.” “Eyeless JAck.”He sat up straighter on the wall as a deep voice spoke. BEN looked up, before shrugging since it didn’t address him.

“Bring her to my office.” He nodded before walking out of the shadows and grabbing my arm. He wore a dark grey hoodie with matching sweats, he wore a mask that was blue nd had black eyeholes with black tar flowing out.

What did this dude go through? All these dudes?! HE pulled me through the hallways, me getting confused after the first stairway. He stopped in front of a dark brown door that looked polished and had what was rumoured to be the operator symbol on it.

This a crackhead house? I am not a crackhead; insane yes, crackhead no. “Enter.” The voice spoke again now sounding like a high-pitch radio static.

Eyeless Jack nudged the door open. Inside was a typical principal office get up making me roll my eyes. However before I could speak a black tentacle wrapped around my waist pulling me inside.

My eyes widen as I’m met face to face with a blank white head, no mouth, no eyes, nothing. 1: What is with all th white skin?! 2: The hell is this thing. “I am the operator.” His distorted and fuzzy voice spoke.

“That shit is real?!” I demand in shock. “Yes, my child.” “Your child? I am nobodies child! Let me go, or else.” “If I release you I have to kill you unless you join.” He pointed out making me hesitate.

Nobody is alive to care now, not since I killed Caroline earlier. But I really am scared to die. I sigh. “What happens if I join?”

“You join a team of killers who all are similar in one way or another. Where you can be mad to your hearts content.” Eyeless JAck spoke up.

Furrow my brows. “This sounds to coincidental. How did you find me, I never made myself known after I killed my dad.”

“Follow the trail.” Eyeless Jack chimed again. Did I really leave a trail? “Well?” Mr. Operator asked. “Fine, but I’m warning you now, this shit I have can go haywire.”

“Dr. Smiley can figure out something.” “You must have an alias.” I pause trying to think of what makes me stand out.

I remember how I labeled my victims based off the periodic table. “The Scientist.” I grab my bag from the guy’s hands, having been placed back on the ground. I zipped it open and pulled out my lab coat, goggles and ripped gloves.

The coat had become a dingy yellow from lack of care and had blood stains scattered all over. “Trenderman will give you a change of uniform.” Mr. Operator informed his voice still fuzzy.

“I’m fine with this!” “Not if you plan to become a CreepyPasta.” Stupid name but whatever. “Fine *Sigh* where am I sleeping?”

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“The hell? How did you know I was coming?!” I demand as I’m shown the lab I apparently would stay in. “I never said that.” Mr. Operator answered cooly. I snort as I walk between the empty tables. THe room looked endless until I hit what seemed to be air.

I blinked before lifting a hand and moving it forward. IT hit a cool surface making me realize it was mirror wall. Intimidating yet clever, I like it. I looked side to side to see a gao on the floor just big enough to crawl through.

I bent down and crawled through, leaving Mr. Operator in the lab portion. The other side was the size of an average restroom with a bed in the middle, a nightstand next to it decorated by a lamp. “Ouch! The hell?!” I shout as a sharp pain digs into my back side.

I maneuver my arm behind me and run it over the hurt spot and move it back around to see blood. “How in the-?!” I blink as I see images flash in front of me, images of my past some are hazy and hard to see, others are bright and clear.

My memories. The ones that are hard to see vanish, almost like they never existed. My first date, gone. My time camping with Caroline and her brother, vanished.

The bright ones flow around me in a circle, My mom dying. Killing my dad. Trixie mixing the chemicals. All the people I killed over the past month.

With a white flash all the images were replaced with new, unfamiliar ones. A man with grey skin, golden eyes and matching strings around him. Another girl, younger, with bright green eyes and red hair in waves. I black and white towering clown with a lng striped nose and creepy smile.

As each sight passes by their names fill my head occupying the space of my previous memories. Eventually they stopped as I breathed heavily.

Those were all the CreepyPasta’s weren’t they? I sigh before dumping my backpack on the bed.

Out tumbled a picture frame, I already couldn’t tell who the other three people were. Following it was a hairbrush, toothbrush, paste, spare clothes and bathroom necessities.

I am not an animal so yeah I’m being clean. FOr the most part. I look around again and notice  two regular doors. I open one door and it turns out to be a closet, it was empty so I put my bag down on the ground. THe other door was a restroom.

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I hummed quietly as I sat on the bed, not entirely sure what to do. “Scientist.” Mr. Operator’s voice rang through the room, no longer fuzzy. “Come to the living room.”

I don’t know how to get there. I moaned internally. GO down the stairs turn right, left, straight, down the stairs, turn left, straight, down the stairs.

I sat up straight, startled. Did that dude just-. I shake my head before following the directions. I finally made it to the living room to see Mr. Operator standing with three others next to him.

Looks like BEN got chased off. I internally chuckle before standing behind the couch. "Scientist. These are-" "Ticci Toby, Hoodie, and MAsky. Your Proxies." I cut him off making the three males blink in surpise.

"Yeah thanks for the slidehsow and the pounding headache after." I say to Mr. Operator. "SLenderman does it to ever new Proxy and wipes the memory of every normal Pasta." Ticci Toby says looking confused.

"What does that mean then?" I ask my brows furrowed. "YOu are now a CreepyPasta, but also a Proxy." Slender said and we all yelled in shock. "SAY WHAT?!"