A Proxies Pledge

I hope you die

[Toby's perspective]

I see Jack, half hidden behind a tree. He's focused on a camp site. There's four people sitting around a fire. All of them are drunk. I watch as Jack creeps forward slightly before bringing out a scalpel. Again, he creeps forward, analysing the drunken movements of the people. One of them stands up and walks away from the rest of the group. He's walking towards a dense part of the forest. He probably got dared to go and find slenderman or something stupid like that. Many people think he's an urban legend. But they should know its called the slenderman forest for a reason.

My chain of thought is broken when I watch Jack disappear. Fuck he's quick. I look back over to the drunken man. He's gone. Not a sign of blood. Not even a scream.

A chill runs down my when I feel myself being pushed on the ground. I hit my head against a rock. Luckily, I can't feel pain. My eyes go blurry for a minute, but when they regain focus, I can see Jack standing over me.

"Following me, hmm?" He chuckles.
"You f-fucking f-faggot," I snarl. "H-how'd you even kn-know?"
"I heard your tics," he tilts his head, spinning his bloodied scalpel between his fingers before crouching down and putting it to my throat. I may not feel pain, but the thought of death still scares me.

"Now, why'd you follow me. I'm trying to get my food, and I can't focus when all I hear is your annoying tics." He glares at me with empty sockets. "F-fuck. Do y-you alw-ways have to b-be so muh-mean?" I push him away and stand up, my hand grabbing my hatchet loosely. "Fuck it. I-I'm go-going to ki-kill you." I growl as I tighten my grip on one of my hatchets and grab the other one. "I h-hope yo-you fucking d-die"

Jack just laughs which angers me more. I lunge at him, stopping right as I'm about to hit him. Why won't I move. Why won't I kill him. I drop my hatchets and take a step back. Jack tilts his head at me. "Pathetic." He mumbles. I clench my jaw and pick my hatchets back up, walking away.

Once out of sight, I put my mouth guard on and put the hood of my hoodie over my head. I walk deeper into the dense forest before sitting down under a tree. I grip my hatchets tight and feel my ears tear up.

"Wuh-what the f-fuck is wr-wrong with me?" My knuckles start turning white from the grip on my hatchets. "Wuh-why c-couldn't I ki-kill him?" My tics start intensifying from the storm of emotions.

I sit silent for a while. The only things I hear are my quiet sobs and tics every few moments. I lift my hatchet up and throw it as hard as I can in to a tree, watching the blade get lodged into it.

Once I calm down, breathing slowly, I stand up and head to retrieve my hatchet. It takes a few good tugs to get it out from where it was wedged into the tree. I turn around to head back to where I was sitting and run into something or... someone.

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Drank six monsters while making this. I'm gonna get a heart attack before I even graduate 💀

suggestions???

I wouldn't mind if people told me what to write. I'm not a good thinker.

Also, should I keep this fluff the whole time, or should I add something that leads to smut? It won't be right now. It would probably be like 6-10 chapters in.