Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 36.

Authors note:
It has been 4 years since I last updated this book. I am 20 years old now, I married someone who is good to me, someone safe... now I finally have a chance to continue this, to return to this with better grammar and a fresh mind. So my lovelies, expect to have many more stories, and plenty more chapters to this. Now, without further ado, it appears we are to battle with the ultimate evil in all of Creepypasta.

We set the plan in motion. The hottest day was merely 4 days away. Not only did we need to plan an attack, but we needed to strengthen the mansion. Traps. Safety measures... something to ensure that no one could catch us off guard. Not again.
I decided to leave that to Ben and Toby, focussing everything else on battle prep. Everyone has experience. More than me. But it's experience in cops and innocent people trying to sleep, or living normal lives. Not demons... I've been training with Slenderman, I feel that qualifies as close enough considering what we will be facing is less than human.
As we spar with each other and weaponize, I can't help but feel lost. My memories are still iffy, but it's alright with them around. They help fill the void... in more ways than one..
As I step around them, watching, inspecting their movements, Ben blips in front of me. "Tell me again how the blind can see?... and feel free to remind me how exactly it is that you're the one training us?" He asks. I assume by his tone he's raised a brow and cocked himself slightly, his voice held a certain sass to it, sarcasm even.
"I have been training with Slender.. he's taught me what you all know naturally, and more. As for my sight... I can't answer that. I don't know why I can see, yet... I can see what you can't." I respond softly. Ben scoffs, "like what?" he asks, now planting his feet on the ground.
"You."
"Me?... everyone can see me (y/n). Congrats." He mocked.
"Ah, but I can see, YOU. I can see your fear, your pain, your very life force. No matter how fast you run, I can track you. No matter where you are I can find you. You can't hide, because while I can't see things like the color of your eyes, I can see YOU." I state, my voice deepening, turning cold. I take a step toward him and for a moment he is unmoving.
"Through the trees, I can see you. In your games, I can watch you. You think you're safe but I'm right there. In fact Ben, I am stronger than you. I can see you through that walls, I know if you're in the screens, or through the wires. I can find you. And I can control that very screen you hide behind. Its as easy as snapping my finger, and I can destroy every wire, every console. I can have the entire mansion shut down, and wield it at my finger tips. And you?..."
Ben started to step back as I moved closer to him. I could hear the leaves crinkle beneath his step.
"You can't stop me."

"Enough."
The voice cut through like a dagger, and within a millisecond I am brought back to reality. Jeff moved between Ben and I, "We're all stressed, so how about we take it down a notch, yeah? (Y/n)?"
His plead to keep the peace made my heart race a moment, why did I say that?... It was a harmless question... why...
"(Y/n)?" Jeff's voice rang through my thoughts and like brick to mirror, shattered what was left of my self reflection.
"Yeah.." I responded dryly. I could only agree, what else was there to do?...
Slowly Jane stepped in behind him, "Let's all take a break, get some food. Pasta anyone?" She laughed a little. I couldn't help but smile, "leave the jokes to the clown..." Jeff said with a lighthearted chuckle. For a moment, I forgot I wore a mask, I forgot they hadn't seen that smile.. I forgot... the mask... huh... wonder where I got this old thing...

As we go to walk inside I look to Jeff a moment, "so... why are we called pastas?..." I ask.
Jeff groaned, "sooo, funny thing... most of us killed out loved ones and booked it, or had something traumatic happen and just... had enough." He shrugged. I nodded and listened intently.
"Most of us have been on the news. Some of those weird crime enthusiasts... oddly mostly teens.... Put a few things together faster than the cops." He stated.
"I don't follow..?" I said tilting my head. It explained nothing.
"We have a fan club. And for what they know, they put us all in a category, and we are known as the CreepyPasta. I... don't know why... there's something else to do with Hornets... it's a mess. We're pretty much a ghost story." He shrugged.
"Now it's a running joke between us in the mansion, because killing the internet is harder than laughing it off. The weird ones make me look hot~" he laughs.
I furrow my brows, it made no sense, and somewhat I didn't want to know.
"What we're really known for is the big three."
This caught my ear. I looked to him, glaring behind my mask.
"The proxies."
Proxies?... I'm sure he'll explain... but just what does that imply?...
"Hoodie, Toby, and.. Masky." He stated though I could feel his gaze on me, searching.
"And... what exactly are the proxies?..." I ask a moment.
"Hand picked by Slenderman. Henchmen... right hands... favorites..." he said a moment. His words straining lightly each time. Searching for a proper way to describe them.
I nod as I take in the information. "So, they get special treatment then?" I ask. Jeff stopped, remaining quiet a moment as we stood outside the kitchen. "Training..." he said softly, nearly muttering it as he walked away from me. I stood there in silence, his tone was nearly sour. I choose to stray from the kitchen, turning off my sense and turning toward the stairs, heading for my room once more. My fingers tracing the doors still as I feel for the identifying marks we've all left behind. As I feel mine I move my hand to the handle, though stopping short. Suddenly, I feel a tightness in my chest. The anxiety of the upcoming battle, the seriousness of the situation. The proxies... why has it taken this long for that to even be mentioned?...
And... more over... why did I act like that with Ben... where did it come from?... I'm always so nice... calm. The way I spoke to him... was like... a Killer talking down to their victim... the villain explaining just how they have them at their mercy.... But... I'm not the villain. I'm just... stressed?...