Camp Creepypasta

First Impressions, Part One

"First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your semi-cooperation during the abduction process," the man in the tan jacket says. The glare from the man in the yellow hoodie beside him lingers on you and your brother for just a moment before fixing his gaze on the red and black-haired boy from the bus earlier.

"Except for Alexander. We had to take his family out of this world to get him here. Anyways, take a seat. Five to a bench." The man in the hoodie announces.

You sit down. On your left was your brother, and on your right was the boy with the glasses from before, whose name you had learned was Alexander Hearth and who went by Alex.

"So, is that why you were glaring at him earlier? Because he killed your family?" You ask.

"No, I was glaring at him because he was handing out candy. Yes, it's because he killed my family!" Alex snaps sarcastically, seeming to be annoyed and exasperated. You guess that it's a touchy subject for him, so you leave the topic alone.

Slowly, all the seats are filled, and all the odd people are standing on the podium behind the man who had been driving the bus; a pale faceless man in a black suit and red tie along with black dress shoes. Additionally, he is inhumanly tall, standing at about 8½ feet (259.08 cm).

Your heads fill with static exactly as it had on the bus, the static leaving as quickly as it came. You hear a deep voice sound in your head.

"Hello. Welcome to Camp Proxy. I am more than certain that you are all wondering why you’re here. Allow me to explain. You have all been selected for Camp Proxy, and none of you will be able to go back to your normal lives."

Panicked murmurs arise from the crowd but are quickly shushed with a 'look' from the man. 

"Only one of you will survive this camp... at a maximum."

There's no quieting the group this time. Some people jump up and shout angrily; others look as though they could pass out, and you can't help but worry for your brother.

"SHUT IT!" Jeff bellows as throws his knife down the aisle, the weapon sticking up from the ground threateningly.

"Thank you, Jeff. As I was saying, one of you may survive this camp. There will be 20 trials. In the first five, referred to as Preliminaries, five people will be eliminated each time. In the next ten, referred to as Middles, two will be eliminated each time. In the next four, referred to as Finals, one person will be eliminated each time. The last trial, referred to as the Decision, will test the capabilities of the survivor. Should anyone attempt to escape..." Here, your head was seized with an unbearably painful static, and you understand instantly what he means. Slowly, the static dies down. 

"Are we clear?" He asks.

The brown-haired boy in front of you raises his hand and calls out a question.

"What happens if we survive?"

You have to admit, it's something that you've been wondering about, too. They said you can't go back to your normal lives, so what happens? You listen intently for the answer. 

"If you survive," BEN says, smirking, "You get to work with one of us." BEN doesn't point to all of those surrounding him, just himself, the faceless man, and the other two on his left.

"Thank you, BEN. Indeed, if any of you survive, you may become a Proxy, a helper of sorts, to either me or one of the three on the left behind me."

The brunette girl who had the bloody nose from before raises her hand.

"Yes, child?" The tall man calls.

"Why just you four? What about the other people?" She asks, vaguely gesturing to the rest of the people behind the man.