You're mine now.

Who are you?

It was another boring day of patrolling the forest for slender. I sighed and leaned against a tree, "This is unfair..." I mutter. Masky had skipped out on working to hang out with Hoodie at a near by pond for last few days and I was peeved.
While not that many people had entered recently, it was a big forest and I had to Run around a lot just to make sure.
It would've been easier with him here.
I heard a twig snap and suddenly I was pinned against the tree with a knife against my neck.
"Well well well, it looks like you were slacking off and it's gotten you in a bit of trouble." Said the person weilding the knife.
It was a male. He looked to be about 17 with raven hair and sharp red eyes that glared at me intensly. He was only 5'6. He wasn't as tall as me, but he was the one with the knife at the moment so I didn't attempt to break free.
"Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here?" I ask narrowing my eyes. He obviously wasn't a normal person. People who stumbled upon this forest don't come prepared. They are confused and scared and lost.
"My name is Creepy. And I'm here to kill all you little creeps." He said. How ironic. His name is creepy yet he calls us creeps.
"Now why would you do that?" I ask as my fingers slowly start to close around my older hatchet.
"Uh uh uh..." He growls out and pushes the knife against my neck a little harder. A small trickle of blood starts to weave it's way down my neck.
"Let me go." I growl and struggle. He smirks and doesn't budget. Fuck....he's strong. I guess you shouldn't underestimate short people.
"I don't really feel like." He spits out at me as he pulls the knife back and prepares to launch it into my heart.
I brace myself when suddenly he crumbles to the ground and Masky is revealed standing behind him. "Y-you couldn't handle one guy Rodgers?" He says dropping the rock he used to hit Creepy's head.
"He surprised me, you should've been here working with me." I say and crouch in front of the unconscious body on the ground.
"Should we kill him? He said he was going to kill us." I say and look up at Masky.
"He said he was going to kill us? People think we're just stories. How did he know we were real?"
"I don't know, He's probably a crazy creepypasta fan." I poke his head.
"We better take him to slendy just in case.." Masky grumbles.
"Just in case what?" I ask, but if Masky heard me he didn't let on.
Together we lifted his slim body and lugged it back to the mansion, which unfortunately was about 2 miles away.
When we finally got there we dumped him on the floor in Slendermans office and left after explaining.
A few hours passed without word from slender so I forgot about it and decided to play video games.
"Hey Rodgers, are y-you coming hunting with us?" Masky asked as him, Jeff, hoodie, and Ben prepared to leave.
I shook my head slightly, but it was interrupted by me twitching. "N-no. I'm staying in tonight. But if you see Clocky out hunting tell her I said Hi." I smile slightly.
"....Okay." Masky shakes his head and leaves the mansion.
A few hours pass by and everyone's either out hunting, asleep, or lurking around in the forest somewhere.
I yawn and stand up before tossing the controller down on the couch.
I was heading up the stairs when I hear someone walking down the hallway. I wonder who's here. I don't think too much of it. Killers come and go as they please.
But it wasn't a killer walking down the hall. It was that little brat who tried to murder me in the woods.
"What are you doing? Does Slenderman know you escaped him?" I ask as I pull my hatchets out of their belt loop.
"Oh great, you again. Well at least you're one of the easier ones to kill." He smirks and tilts his head slightly.
He didn't appear to have a knife, but it could be hidden.
"You didn't answer my questions!" I growl. He sighs as if He's bored.
"No, the tall guy doesn't know I'm out and about. But he left, so I should be able to escape if I want to." He says and starts walking towards me.
He smirks again annoyingly. "You can't kill me twitchy boy. Slenderman would kill you.." he says now only a foot away from me.
"The hell he would." I say lowly.
"Oh but he would. He knows me. We're old pals." He smiles, "And you're just an employe."
I growl and swing my hatchet at him but he ducks and kicks me in the side knocking me onto the ground.
He kneels next to me, "You're my new little pet for as long as I stay here Toby. Slenderman owes me at least one favor, and I'm sure he would hand you over to me." He smirks as pushes away from me and continues to walk down the hall.