Do you know us? Creepypasta fic

Day 1.

(Hi guys. Art made by me! I'm back to writing cause I have brain rot- I understand that not all characters used are creepypastas and will not act completely in their cannon. If you don't like it- leave.)
TW: I KEEP THE PSYCHOPATHS AS SUCH- THERE WILL BE BLOOD AND VIOLENCE HEAVILY IN THIS WHOLE STORY. This is your one warning

Masky had been tired all morning. Him and Eyeless Jack having bickered all night about the antics of the others in the house and now Hoodie and Toby are fighting about who should be the one to go through with a job that master slender had assigned to the proxies. Hoodie thought that Toby was to inexperienced compared to him, who could obviously get the job done a lot quicker with his hand gun. Toby thought that this person, being a civilian getting to close to the barrier between their world and ours, could hopefully be redirected without immediately needing to die- citing that master slender only said to get the person away from the forest, not to kill them.
Masky however, didn't care how it got done. But as the leader of the proxies he had too.

"Would you two stop bitching?! I'm trying to think" Masky barked at the two

He got side glances from the both of them, but they did comply. Masky stopped for a moment, thinking. He sighed after a moment.
"How much ammunition do you have Hoodie?"
He paused then shrugged
"Enough?" He laughed
"Toby you're going. Things go wrong, use your hatchet. Things go even more wrong, use your walkie. Do you understand?"
Toby bumped his fist into the air and made rude gestures to Hoodie.
He grabbed his hatchet after placing on all his gear.
"I will! I promise! Love ya Masky~" he spoke in a singsong voice, skipping out of the cabin.
Not even a full beat

"What the hell dude?!" Hoodies head swiveled to Masky
"Do not start now. Do you want to go and steal more ammunition?! Or maybe you want to explain to master slender as to why you keep going through boxes like they're candy?" Masky tilted his head to the other, almost challenging him to keep talking.
Hoodie grumbled and slumped. Almost on cue for the reasons of Maskys and Eyeless Jacks fight to waltz in like there wasn't a drop of bad blood between them.
Ben drowned and Jeff the killer.
"Woahhh did we walk in on the couple fighting? Do we need to get you two counseling?" Ben laughed.
Jeff laughed with the glitchy boy.

"Do I need to remind you two of the blood that was shed last night over a video game? That- I remind you, you two shouldn't even have due to master slender saying as such due to previous fights over the thing?" The two boys could feel the glare from under the proxies mask.
"C'mon Masky- Jack handled it!" Jeff tried to make things cool off.
"Oh. Jack. Him? The one who wanted to break the game system itself? The one who I fought until 4 in the morning because he can't handle you two? It is always you two. Notice how it's only ever you two? Clocky, Sally, Ann, Liu, none of them pull half the shit you do!" The proxy approached the boys.
"Just leave. And that game better be more than burnt by the time that Toby gets back from his mission or Zalgo help your souls. I will sick man eater on you."

The boys turned and left the obviously angry proxy at the bottom of the stairs. Hoodie had sat down on the couch. Masky joined him.
"You done being pissy, ass for brains?" Hoodie snickered
The glare told him that he was, in fact, not done being pissy.

About half an hour passes and Toby makes his way back into the house. The amount of blood on his jacket told the other proxies that the civilian did not simply wander back to where he told them to go.
"It was fine. Stupid teen girl trying to find the slender man- trying to prove he's real or whatever. Started trying to attack me so I put her down."
"Who did she think she was, y/n or something?" Hoodie snorted, earning a glare and a confused look from the other proxies (you can guess who gave what).
"You got your job done. That's all that matters. I need to go give master slender the details. Clean yourself up, burn the body and stay the hell away from trouble or I will shoot you myself. Understand?"
Toby nodded to the leader and watched him walk away
...he's always such a stick in the mud.

(774 words)