Once Helen arrives, I realize that yes, I do know him somehow. He has scraggly black hair and blue eyes, and he's carrying a mask and a notebook.
"Hello, I'm Harper." I greet him, putting on my bitchiest tone.
"Uhh, hi Harper... I'm H-Helen..." He mutters back. It's really hard to be rude to this guy. He seems so... Needy for friends, if you know what I mean.
"Ugh, why have you got a girl name?" Yes, I am an asshole.
"Oh, uhh, sorry..." Why is he apologizing? It's not his fault his parents named him that.
"Yeah, you should be."
Slender clears his throat, "Harper, would you please introduce Helen to the others and then show him around?"
"Whatever." I sigh, rolling my eyes. Helen doesn't look so convinced at my bitchy behavior. Oops.
I show him around, like Slenderman asked. Helen meets all the other pastas, but doesn't seem to like them, and they don't seem to like him either. And he still isn't convinced about me being a jerk.
"So, this is your room." I show him his room, which is a couple of doors down from mine. "All the walls are sound proof, so if you ever bring a victim in, nobody can hear."
"Thank you very much." Helen nods his head in thanks.
"Oh yeah, dinner's in five minutes, you should come. But it's not like anybody would notice if you were there or not." No, my jerkiness is slowly going away! I need it back!
"Just a question, what's up with you being a bitch? I can tell it's not the real you. You seem so tense as uncomfortable." He says with little emotion.
"Oh, uh... Umm..." I'm lost for words.
"I've got you figured out, Harper. The others may be blind to it, but I'm quite observant. Be yourself. You don't need to be mean all the time."
"No, you don't understand. I do have to be mean. If I'm not, you could all get hurt."
"Nonsense! Just try it over dinner."
"Fine, but only once."
"Good."
Then I leave for dinner.
Once I arrive at the table, there's an unfamiliar male person sitting at the chair on the right of my usual seat. He has choppy dark red hair, pale skin that looks sort of grayish, and dark brown eyes, but a dark purple eye patch is covering one. He's also wearing a jester's hat, which makes him look kinda funny.
"Hello." He says to me.
"Oh, uh, hi, I'm Harper." I smile, showing who I really am for once.
"Awesome sauce, I'm Vlad, and I think Mr Slenderman wants to make me a creepypasta." He laughs.
"Two in one day?! Oh my Zalgo!" I'm shocked that Slendy wants to recruit yet another pasta.
"Yeah, a girl named Clockwork brought me here."
"Oh cool, she doesn't do that much. The last person she wanted to join was some kid who was about 12. He's no longer with us, if you know what I mean." I laugh awkwardly. "Since that failed, she hasn't wanted any more to join. I guess you're lucky."
"I guess I am, then." The other pastas start pouring in, and they seem to already know Vlad. Maybe Slender introduced him to them while I was showing Helen around.
Because it was Jeff's night to cook, and he always insists on not eating vegetables (just like a little kid), we have steak for dinner. I make myself some mashed potato to go with it, but I make a little too much and give some to Laughing Jack, Vlad, and Helen.
"Look at you being nice for once, dork." BEN laughs, cutting his meat with a steak knife.
"I thought I'd try something new for a change," I smile back. "And besides, if I want you to stop being assholes to me, then I should stop being an asshole to you."
"That's a great theory, but we're probably always going to be jerks to you." Jeff grins, taking a huge bite of his food. He didn't even bother to cut it up. Weirdo.
"Jeffrey, cut up your food before eating it." Slenderman scolds, and Jeff immediately does it. There's something I've learnt over the years. Don't mess with Slendy.
"So, Helen is it? Why is Slender making you, of all people, a pasta?" Eyeless Jack asks rudely. Because he's special for some reason, he's eating two kidneys.
"Um, I guess it's because I committed a mass killing at my boarding school." Helen lifts his mask to eat some potato.
"Cool, I'm here because Mr Slenderman wanted me to join after killing some criminals. I'm not going to say who, though." Vlad chuckles, eating some potato as well. He's sitting with his knees up to his chin. Weird.
"That's awesome, Vlady!" Laughing Jack, who is sitting next to Vlad, pats him on the back, and Vlad blushes. I don't really see how that's so awesome, but whatever. Jack is strange, so I won't question it.
After dinner, we have some ice cream and go to sleep ((Oh my god, Jeff...)) but I don't. Instead, I think of how I felt a lot happier just being me for once. I wish I could do it all the time, but I can't risk getting too close to them. I can't let them die.
"Harper?" Jeff taps me on the shoulder from behind, scaring the shit out of me.
"Jeff, you fucking scared me!" I frown as he sits down on the couch next to me, as I'm still in the living room.
"You deserve it for being such a pussy, Harpsichord." He laughs, and he knows I hate being called that. But I don't care right now.
"Anyway, why are you here? You should be in bed." I sigh.
"So should you, you know it's against the rules to be up at this time unless No Face says so."
"Well, 'No Face' said I could, but not you. He would never let you be up unless you were out killing people. So why are you up?"
"I wanted to talk to you, Harpsichord."
"About what?"
"I like you. A lot. I always have, even though you were a bitch. Everyone else thought that was all you were; an asshole. But I knew you were definitely a nice person deep inside. So, uh, will you, um, go out with me?"
I'm lost for words. I can feel my face getting warmer, obviously meaning I'm blushing like crazy. I nod.
-----
A/NOh my shitballs, that was long... Sorry the ending is so bad, I just had to end somewhere, as it's like 1080 words not including this Authors Note.
Vlad is an oc made by Ashe_BVB !
If you want, you can send me your OCs to have them included in this! I'll be sure to add them, but only if you give the right amount of information about them.
Thanks for reading! Remember to vote and comment, because that would make me very happy!
-h.w
YOU ARE READING
Proxy ~ Creepypasta
FanfictionI'm Slenderman's new proxy. There's really nothing much to me. Laughing Jack found me in Slenderman's forest when I was 12. I'm 15 now, and Slendy's thinking of making me a real Pasta. Yeah, I've killed people. No, I'm not insane. Yet.