Tale of a Slenderman Proxy_Shadowed Night

Ⓧ Chapter 1 Ⓧ

The day went on like every other day did for the girl. She polished her five foot steel chain then laid it to the side to do her other things. She brushed her ruby red hair, which had silver bangs, so that it wasn't a tangled mess. Her hair was a little longer than shoulder length and she kept it down, eventually parting it to lay over each shoulder. Then she would put on a pair of socks (which were all usually bright colors, being the only real color to her black attire). Then she put on black jeans and her black hoodie and places her shoes nearby to put on later. Sometimes she would splash water on her face and stare into the mirror at her eyes for a while. Her left eye looking normal except for the iris being a blood red and her other eye completely red-orange with a circle in the center of the eye with an 'X' crossed through it.

After she washed her face she would slip her black shoes on and then grab her steel chain and make her way to the door. Then as usual she would leave her house to hunt for her next victim. It was a normal routine she did and to her it was rather exciting; seeing the fear in her victims' eyes as she killed them in her signature killing style. Then after the killing and torturing she would return home, usually covered in blood and fall asleep from exhaustion on her couch. This is exactly how all of her days played out. She didn't socialize with anyone (even if anyone would talk to her, considering she is a murderer...), didn't do anything else when she got home that could be productive (unless it was changing her bed sheets and pillow cases and doing the laundry as well), and didn't talk at all. Her routine went on like this, until one day it actually was altered.

Once again the girl was searching for another victim, the crescent moon high in the clouded sky. She walked around a dark street that was absolutely new to her, as this was her first time in this neighborhood. She spotted a house at the end of the road and hid near it, peering into one of the windows. Some of the lights in the house were on, but she couldn't spot any people. After a while she got impatient and decided to sneak into the window she was glaring through. She was able to push the window up, it being unlocked. "These idiots don't know how stupid it is to keep any of their windows unlocked when they should know a killer is on the loose..." She chuckled softly to herself as she crawled through the window. Her feet landed silently on the light wooden floor and she crept into the room, not bothering to look at her surroundings. She made it into the next room, which seemed to be a kitchen.

Then something really got her attention, so much that she gasped loudly. "What in the name of Slender?" She exclaimed, gazing at the counter. On the counter was someone she actually knew. He was wearing a faded mustard hued windbreaker jacket and dark blue jeans and grey sneakers. The most noticeable thing, though, was his white mask with black eyeholes, eyebrows, and black feminine lips; his short, soft brown hair was still visible, sticking out from the top of the mask and sweeping over on the sides. He looked over from the plate of cheesecake on the counter next to him to the girl. They were silent for a while, just staring at each other, the girl's expression a mix of confusion and awkwardness.

"Hiya, Night." The male finally spoke. The girl, Night, slightly winced at the male's voice and narrowed her eyes. She looked from him to the cheesecake on the plate and rolled her eyes then fixed her soft glare back on the masked boy. "Living up to people's expectations I see, Masky. How've you been?" She walked over to Masky and leaned against the counter he was sitting on. "A simple hi would have been acceptable along with the inquiry, but I'm fine. I don't mind people going on about the whole cheesecake thing, it actually isn't bad so technically they would not be wrong about my admiration for this delicious thing. Anyway, how about you? Still doing your usual, boring routine?" He chuckled slightly, grabbing the fork from his plate and cutting off a piece of cheesecake, lifting his mask up slightly to put the fork into his mouth. Some of his light tan skin was exposed now, along with his plush light salmon colored lips.