Chapter One (Part one of: Lost Island)

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I woke up to the sound of cracking. Probably Ticci Toby being himself. Toby is the most optimistic and enthusiastic killer like in the whole underworld. When it comes to killing though, he's totally dark and pretty scary, to be honest.

Since I'm already awake, I should probably go up and greet the others, if they're even awake. Slendy might be, and the proxies. I  feel tired, and soar. My legs are soar, why legs? Don't fail me now, legs! I need you, legs! Why am I saying this stupid crap? I don't even know anymore.

I opened the door to be greeted by a happy Toby. He had gray sweatpants with a golden brown T-shirt. He was still wearing his pajamas. He passed a flyer to me. Odd, the proxies only pass a flyer to the pastas unless there is a task Slendy needs us to do. Maybe another task is coming our way.

"What's this for?" I yawned. He explained the whole thing to me. I really wished I passed out right there on the spot, the explanation was boring and long. He didn't have his goggles and mouth guard thing. So, he smiled at me and walked to another door. I closed mine and lie in bed.

Looks like another task we'll do. It had a sign-up at the bottom to put our names. I grabbed a pen that was on the nightstand and wrote my name down. I put the pen down and put the flyer in the drawer. I grabbed a red and black flanel shirt and grabbed red jeans. I went to the bottom drawer to find my black and red striped knee-high socks. I grabbed the socks and headed for the bathroom. Each one of the pastas had a bathroom in their room, we also have a guest restroom down and upstairs. I locked the door of the restroom. I started the shower and made sure it was warm but cold too. I'm okay with both but I prefer colder water. I took off my clothes and stepped in the shower. The pattering of the drops of water was music to my ears, it's relaxing.

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Once I was done drying my hair, I opened the door and went to my bedside. I grabbed my red Converse from a shoe box under my bed. I put the shoes on and tied them. Once I was done, I put the box back under my bed and headed for my door. As I was about to open it, Sally jumped in.

"Hi Miss Nightmare!" Sally greeted. Luckily, her bear Charlie wasn't with her.

"Hey Sally," I smiled down at her and ruffled her hair. She giggled and patted her hair down.

"I heard a group task was needed from Slendy. I wasn't given a flyer but they informed me about it!" She said happily. I saw a twinkle in her eyes, happiness and joy. I looked at my hands. They can generate gold powder still. Also known as, Dream Powder. I never use it anymore though, I look back at Sally and smile. She smiles back and skips away. I walked out and closed my door, headed for the study room to see why Slendy needed us.

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I finally arrived at the study room. I knocked on it and it was opened by Slendy. I saw the three proxies with him; Hoodie, Masky, and Toby. They looked at me, Hoodie was changed in his clothes and Masky and Toby as well. I smiled at them. I saw Toby's mouth guard thing shift a bit, probably smiling back. I walked to a chair next to Masky and sat there.

"As I was saying, We need ten of you creepypastas for an assignment " Slender continued. "The ten creepypasta who signed up on the flyer will go for the assignment." He finished. All four of us nodded in agreement. Just 4/10 left to go.

Soon enough, Jeff had come later. Slendy talked to him about it while Toby, Masky, Hoodie and me sat in our spots. Toby kept poking Masky and Hoodie while saying "Hey Masky, Hey Hoodie".

"Toby, come on! Let's go toast waffles and be Waffle Buddies!" I exclaimed happily and grabbed his gloved hand. I looked back at Masky and Hoodie. They whispered thank you to me. I took Toby in the kitchen and grabbed the waffles and put them in the toaster.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 14, 2015 ⏰

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