Breaking Point

Chapter One

Hey, my name's Toby. Ticci Toby, as my master labeled me. I'm nineteen years old and live in a large mansion in the middle of a giant forest outside a small town near Denver, Colorado. If your wondering who my master is, he is the Operator. Or Slenderman. This is my story. Well, a continuation of it....

I sat on the couch of the mansion, cleaning my goggles with a handkerchief. I looked up as someone made a noise of irritation in front of me. Looking up, a wet towel hit my face with a SLAP. I sighed, peeling it off to see Jeff the Killer glaring at me.

"You used up all the goddamned hot water!" he shouted.

"Y-you can't prove it was me," I replied, ticcing. "Plus th-there are four showers in th-the house."

Jeff growled under his breath and stormed off; no doubt he was going to search for someone or something to vent his anger out on. I sighed and continued to clean my goggles.

Drama queen, I thought.

The living room was silent, leaving me to my scattered and random thoughts. I stood up as a cold presence filled the room. A slender figure moved into the living room, dousing it in static. The static was paralyzing to most mortals, but people like me and the others have grown used to the keening. It was Slenderman.

Toby, come here, boy, he said in his sonorous voice, I need you to retrieve Brian and Timothy. They went out to scout out more possible units. Inform them that I want the three of you to search out a group of adolescents vandalizing my forest. Make sure they do not come back here again. If they cross over my territory before you can stop them...eradicate the problem. Understood?

I nodded, my neck twitching. Slenderman left, and I sighed heavily.

Don't screw this up, Toby, I tell myself as I headed to the door.

I was stopped by a lean hand on my shoulder. I looked back just as the rotten smell of old and poisoned candy hit me smack in the face. I doubled over as my stomach turned. A cackly laugh sounded behind me.

"Sorry, Toby," purred Laughing Jack, "but I need to ask you something..."

"Wh-what is it...?" I gaped, struggling to regain my breath.

He paused. "Nevermind...I forgot. Where're you going...?"

"I'm going t-to do a j-job for Slender."

The monochrome clown laughed. "Out to kill some more...selections?"

I shook my head, "No, some teens keep vandalizing the forest."

"Ah..." he purred. "Welp, have fun with that. Get me a little souvenir."

The clown cackled and walked away. I sighed and stepped outside. Luckily, the two adult Proxies were already heading back from their current job. I raced up to them.

"Hey, Slender wants us to track down these kids that've been entering our land," I say.

Brian, otherwise known as Hoodie, wore a mustard-yellow hoodie and a black mask over his face. Red eyes and a red-stitched mouth could be seen among the black. He looked to me, looking down.

"What kinda kids, Rogers?" Timothy, or Masky, asked.

Masky wore a tan leather jacket over a white T-shirt. A white mask with painted eyes and lips hid his facial features. He glared down at me; we didn't really get along at times, but his obedience to Slenderman kept him from striking any blows when he was mad.

"Teens," I say.

The two stood up straight, turning and leaving. I followed, tapping my gloved fingers on the top of my hatchets. I never really liked walking next to the others; I'd get left out anyways.

It wasn't long before we made it to the end of the forest. Masky and Hoodie kept to the shadows, watching any teens passing by. I climbed up into a tree, getting a better view. Then we waited for the kids to show.

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After the sun had set, a couple teens gathered under a lamppost. They looked like they were the stereotypical trouble-making teens; baggy pants, gauges on their ears, piercings, dyed hair, et cetera. Though there was one that caught my eye.

The only female in the group.

She had dyed the tips of her hair a red that faded into a black at the top. Her face had only a few piercings; she had a nose piercing and small gauges. She wore enough black eyeliner so that I could see it from up here. Other than that, she didn't look like she belonged in the group.

They talked before passing around cans of spray paint. The girl took one, looking it over. She then placed it in her bag, as though she was uninterested.

Interesting... I mused.

They then began their march into the woods, with me and the Proxies in tow.

I chuckled silently, This is gonna be fun...