Proxy ~ Creepypasta

[one]

There's a loud knock on my door.

"GET UP, HARPER! IT'S BREAKFAST!" I hear Laughing Jack yell from the other side of the door.

"Urgh, fine." I groan and force myself out of bed.

Three years ago, I joined the Creepypasta Family. Since then, it's grown quite a bit. So many new people have joined.

There's Jane, a girl with a mask and a black wig who hates Jeff. Dr Smiley, who is apparently a doctor. Clockwork, a girl with a clock for one of her eyes. There's Liu, Jeff's brother he didn't kill. Sally, a little girl with a teddy and a pink dress who loves playing games. There's Slenderman's brothers, Offenderman, Trenderman and Splendorman. Eyeless Jack, a kidney eating weirdo. And a couple of others.

Running out into the kitchen, I pull my black hoody on. It's sorta my signature look. Black hoody, black jeans, sometimes a red beanie just because why not?

"Hey, Harpsichord!" I hear Jeff greet me as I take a seat at the table. I ignore him.

The truth is, I don't want to get close to any of these people. I'm afraid that they'll die. It's just not worth it. So I act like a jerk all the time to keep them from being my friend, and in return, they're usually jerks right back at me.

"Someone's grumpy today," Laughing Jack grins. "Honestly, Harper, can you just me nice for once? Like when we met?"

"Keep dreaming, loser." I say whilst eating a waffle made my Toby. It's delicious, but I can't say that. I need to keep up the act for as long as I can.

"Aren't you nice." BEN rolls his eyes.

I just sigh in annoyance and go back to eating my pile of waffles. Because of my constant shivering, I shake a lot, so my waffle looks like it's cold. Quite funny.

Just as I'm about to take a walk in the forest, Slenderman stops me.

"Child, we have a new pasta joining us today and I would like you to show them around once they arrive." Slendy says.

"I would, but you know, I don't want to become attached to them. I would feel horrible of they died because of me." I force a smile. "You have to understand."

"No, you will do it. Everyone's had their share of showing people around, now it's your turn." His tone sounds like he's going to explode in anger if I continue arguing with him. "You hear me?"

"Yes, sir." I nod, showing I accept. "When will they arrive? And who are they?"

"He will arrive in about 20 minutes. His name is The Bloody Painter, or Helen Otis." The sound of that name triggers something in my mind. It sounds so familiar.

With that, Slenderman leaves.

I know I've heard that name, but from where?