Patrolling

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An important common duty of the proxies is to patrol through the forest. They have to do it every day to look out for both Humans and Creepypastas. Slenderman, like most Lords, keeps his territory in a space that overlapped the Underrealm and Overrealm. This makes it in both places at the same time as opposed to the other way of having it in between both realms and therefore making it separate from both. With that way one needs a portal to enter or exist, whereas with Slenderman's territory one simply needs to wander into it.

This means the grounds need to be patrolled regularly to keep unwanted guests out. Lately though there have been more sightings of other Creepypastas near the edges of the territory. Specifically Zalgos pastas. This has Selnderman on edge as the two Lords have never been more than civil to each other at the best of times. This is due to the fact the Slenderman, son of Slayerman a High Councilman, has first pick at a position on the Council should a position open. A position Zalgo has been after since before Slenderman was even a Lord. This has caused many fights to occur between the two Lords over the centuries.

So Slenderman was keeping a close eye on his borders, but couldn't make a move lest he be accused of trying to start a Lord War. So he has been sending his proxies out on more patrols than normal. If Zalgo did intend to start trouble, Slenderman wasn't going to be caught unaware. He was even planning to make a quick visit to his brothers to gather them for support. Not even Zalgo is stupid enough to take on all four of the Slender Brothers at the same time.

In the meantime Masky, Hoodie, and Toby were patrolling together a lot more often. Slenderman sent all three together for safety. Even though Zalgo has always used quantity over quality, as opposed to Slenderman preferring quality, even the best can eventually be overrun by sheer numbers. So everyone, not just the proxies, were forced to go out in at least pairs. Though this was met with resistance from several of them, everyone eventually complied.

While on their current patrol through the edges of Slenderman's territory Toby was chittering away at the two elder proxies. Hoodie hummed occasionally, only half listening at the time. Masky led the group, checking the borders for any signs of trespassers. They found a lot of scuff marks on the other side, though none of them crossed over. Still, the amount of scuffs had increased in the last couple of days. They were becoming more bold, though they still hadn't met a group. Yet.

"S-so I went to s-sell the rings and a c-c-coup-ple of necklaces f-from th-that one house to Jack of Trades and while I-I-I was waiting for him to e-estimate th-the value this one g-guy started hitting on m-me." Toby started his next story cheerily. He didn't notice how this one had caught their attention far more than the others he told. Masky tensed at hearing about another guy hitting on Toby while Hoodie looked back at the twitching boy. "He w-was pretty t-t-tall with packed m-muscles, but he was b-bright r-red. And I-I mean bright fucking r-red. I-it hurt t-to look at him."

Both older men relaxed at hearing the distast in in the younger's voice. They glanced at each other, a silent exchange between the two men. It was quick as they had known each other for a long time. Body reading was fluid between them. Once they turned back to the rest of the world, though they had noticed that Toby had gone quiet. They both stopped to look behind them, curious as to why he had suddenly stopped talking. When they looked back they saw Toby kneeling by a thorn bush, seemingly inspecting something.

"Did you spot something?" Masky asked as he walked up to the spot. Hoodie stood back a little to keep guard over the small group. It was dangerous in the woods, even without the added danger of Zalgo's pastas around. So one always had to keep an eye out.

"Yea, I-I can't tell if this is animal or p-pasta." Toby said, pointing to a clump of grey fur that had a bit of nearly black red liquid clumping one side together. "It doesn't look natural."

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