You've Missed Mouthy

Carrying Out Orders

(Masky's POV)

    I stomp down the long hallways with Mouthy at my heels. I can't hear her footsteps nor feel her presence. That's probably why Slender picks her for the intense observation missions. I begin to recall all the assignments when I was paired with her, turning my head only slightly to make sure she's still behind me and didn't take a wrong turn. Her white mask meets my gaze, giving me all her attention.     "Just making sure you're still here." She nods at me, beginning to hum a deep drone. The sound counters her silent feet, and from then on I'm confident she's following. Without my thoughts being entirely on the task at hand, I mindlessly wander into my room. All the rooms in the manor are the same, nothing special. Wood doors, same desks and dressers; and one window, two depending on which wing you're in. I plop down on my bed, staring at the floor. 'If Slender has been searching for a new proxy to be partnered with Toby, then they'll more than likely be a young adult male. They'll also have to have an incredibly good mental control to deal with the kid... or none at all and they'll still get along fine. That just means more hell for us.' I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Mouthy whistles at me and I look up to see her staring out the window, tapping the glass to point at something.

    "... Interesting..." She mutters in a light motherly tone.     "What is it?" I peek over her shoulder to see Jeff outside, throwing knifes at a dead tree. Mouthy taps the window, her giggles flying around the room and bounce off the walls. "He's angry." I whisper in conclusion.

    "He's trying to distract himself, venting his anger." Mouthy has rarely spoken with the same tone twice, showing how interested she is of our smiling psychopath. She pulls away from the window to look around my room, her voice changes heavily as she growls like Jeff. "Boss wants us to find the others, we should locate them quickly." She tilts her head to the side. "What plan do you have?" I blink behind my mask, finally realizing I haven't been thinking of anything currently useful. So I shake my head, gripping the sides of my neck.     "I don't know, I'll need some time to think." I drop my hands and Mouthy stares quietly at me, waiting for me to spit out her orders. "Toby and Hoody are on a mission or doing their own thing; either way they won't be back until dinner. I say, we wait until after everyone else has eaten then we'll fetch them. The proxies are usually the last to eat simply because we get there late, so it'll be easy for both of us to slip in and out without anyone noticing." I formulate the steps in my head, thinking as I speak.     "What about Jack?" Mouthy adds the fact in a stale voice. "He believes his diet revolts the rest of the house so he eats late as well." This information takes me by surprise.    "You mean Eyeless, the blue Jack?" She nods. "I was told he kept his 'stash' in his room. Does he just eat in the dining room?" Mouthy nods again, bringing me to wonder some things. I smirk under my mask, tilting my head to the side and she mimics me. "I believe we have some time to burn; you're the Boss's rook of stealth, what else do you know about my housemates that I don't?" I end my sentence with a snicker, listening as the girl before me gives a troubling giggle that flows around my room like water. Her whisper reaches my ears as she sits on my floor.     "Come close and I'll tell you a secret."

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    I wouldn't have expected to hear so much dirt from such a quiet girl, but Mouthy had something to share about every monster under the roof; even Slender himself. But I doubt she's spent that much time talking to anyone else because her voice started to disappear as the conversation carried on. We've been sitting in silence; the gray hooded girl sprawled out on the floor as I write my findings down in a crammed dairy. Sighing, I close the book and return it to a shelf full of journals in similar condition. 'I'm curious about what kind of living conditions the girls are assigned to, Mouthy seem to be comfortable anywhere. She hasn't moved in over an hour.' I'm about to ask, but Mouthy rolls onto her feet and races directly to window. She throws it open and jumps out feet first. My mouth doesn't move but my brain is screaming. 'What is she doing? We're on the second floor!'Knock, knock.