Tale of a Slenderman Proxy_Shadowed Night

Ⓧ Chapter 2 Ⓧ

When Night woke up, she saw an ashy grey face wearing orange-yellow goggles and a metal mouth guard, a faded light blue hood barely covering dusky brown hair that stuck out everywhere, was right in front of hers. She squealed in shock and ended up shooting herself off the side of the couch. After Night landed on the floor, she immediately got back up to her feet and looked at the person who had his face in front of hers. She instantly realized who it was as she noticed the rest of his light brown hoodie with different shaded brown stripes on the sleeves and his jeans (which were rather tight on him) and disheveled black sneakers and gloves. "Toby!" Night exclaimed as she looked at the person who startled her waking. She was half excited and half irritated by his presence. Toby, who was on his knees, stood back up to his feet and waved at Night... in a rather hyper way.

Letting out some laughter, Night rolled her eyes on instinct and looked at Toby. "Why'd you have to wake me up? I was having a rather nice dream..." She crossed her arms, trying to get rid of the smile on her face but failing. Toby smiled with his eyes and stopped waving. "Oh n-no, you look s-so, so ups-set because of th-that!" Toby laughed sarcastically, twitching often in mid-word. Night rolled her eyes again and was able to suppress a laugh. Toby snickered slightly and then shook his head. "Your eyes a-are going to ro-roll right out of y-your sockets if you k-keep... keep doing that." He joked. Night smirked and walked over to Toby and started prodding his forehead with her right pointer finger. "No." Poke. "They." Poke. "Won't." Poke. "Because." Poke. "They're." Poke. "Stuck." Poke. "By." Poke. "Stringy." Poke. "Muscle." Poke. "Thingies." Crash.

Night didn't see it coming, but she sure as hell felt it. She felt her back hit against the wall and she slid down it, falling hard on her butt. She looked up at a very angry Toby who was twitching like a madman. Night scowled at Toby and he returned the look. Night jumped up and launched herself at Toby. The result was Night being pushed onto the couch and Toby being pulled down on top of her. Toby kept Night pinned against the cushions and she kept struggling. Toby was surprisingly really strong for his small size and it irritated Night. She kept flailing her legs up and down, trying to use them to loosen Toby on her, but it didn't do any good. Night frowned at Toby and tried moving her arms, which were being held down my Toby's arms. "Tooooby, come ooooon. I'm sorry!" She whimpered. Toby just twitched and chuckled sinisterly and narrowed his eyes.

"T-too bad. Should h-have thought ab-about that before you dec-decided to poke me." He repositioned his legs so that his knees were on Night's thighs, keeping her legs from moving. Night wriggled around helplessly and made a pouty face. "Tooob-" Before Night could finish, Toby used his right hand to muffle her voice and cover her mouth. Night used her free arm to attempt pushing Toby off, but failed miserably. While Night cussed out Toby, her voice smothered, Toby just laughed evilly at his success. "I'm st-still stronger! Come on, N-Night, I thought, thought you were going t-t-to get stronger than me so the n-next time we saw each other y-you would kick m-my ass." Toby smirked behind his guard.

While Toby made his remarks of how weak Night was, Night still failed at struggling free from Toby. Night started licking Toby's hand, only to be licking the glove. She groaned in disgust and started gagging at the taste. "Dur yoo evun wush yur gloovez?" Night tried her best to ask through Toby's hand. Toby chortled and removed his hand from Night's mouth and smiled with his eyes. "N-nope. But the l-last t-t-time Slendy washed 'em w-was about two m-months ago." He smirked evilly behind his gear and released Night's other arm to slide off the licked glove. Night gasped immediately, only to get a dirty, black glove shoved into her mouth. It acted like a gag, drowning out her protests and Toby was laughing like crazy... like he was ruling the world. Then, very quietly, the door opened slowly and was closed gently. The person who walked in is none other than Masky. He turns around and widens his eyes at the sight on the couch.