You've Missed Mouthy

Teasing Terrors

    Jeff rips the sleeping mask off of his eyes, throwing his body up and off of the bed. A nightmarish flash of images crossing his eyes, causing him to pant heavily and growl at no one. "Every night now, what the hell!" He picks up his knife from off of his desk, throwing it at the farthest wall so the it embeds itself in the structure. "You can't comprehend us,' you're right, I can't, now get out of my head!" Jeff mutters pointless phrases into the empty room, not caring if anyone hears or not.

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(Masky's POV)

"Finally it's fixed." I sigh, holding a freshly painted mask in my hands. "Thanks for painting it to look the same as before, Hoody." "No p-problem." My hooded partner whispers back. "Now we can get b-back to work again." A give a grunt in agreement, turning to pull my new mask onto my face. Immediately I adjust to the decreased range of vision, feeling almost safer behind the black fabricated eyes. "What job does Slender have for us tonight? Just the usual circuit around the forest's borders?" I ask, receiving a nod from my partner. I return with another nod, dropping onto the sheets of my bed. Hoody and I haven't been doing anything useful since returning from the training facility. Slender's been popping in and out of the mansion every few hours, not giving us any designated jobs outside of walking around the forest making sure no one wanders too deep into the domain. However, because Toby broke my mask with his rock hard skull, I've had to do my job with a paper bag over my head. I doubt Ben will let me get away with that one anytime soon, being that he and the clown, Laughing Jack, keep making several different bags that resemble the monsters in the house and leave them in front of my door. Thanks guys... because that makes me feel so much better. "Masky?" Hoody's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I reply with a grunt. "Do you think Toby is getting a-along with Vince?" "I don't know, if Toby's the same I'd think they wouldn't be. But Vince didn't seem to care that the kid is energetic." I say, letting my eyes close behind my mask. "So I guess as long as Vince doesn't react to any of Toby's pranks or annoying tendencies then they should be okay. Until Slender tells us otherwise I expect they're doing fine." Silence follows my comment, and I feel the mattress shift underneath me as Hoody drops onto the bed as well. "I'm glad he didn't take away their memories." He says clearly, slowing his breathing to show he's relaxed. "Yea, me too. We should catch some sleep before we head out to check the perimeters." I say, rolling to face away from him. He grunts in acknowledgment, remaining motionless. My eyes start to drift off into a dream-like state, and all feeling of my body becomes phantom. - - - Without warning, Hoody shoots off the bed, kicking my foot in the process. Then I hear what startled him as a harsh pounding on the door forces me fully awake, and throws me onto my feet. "Masky! We need to talk." A deep and annoyed growl enters the room through the door as it's thrown open, revealing a dark haired man. "You're Slender's favorite so I need you to talk to him for me." Jeff hisses through clenched teeth, looking at Hoody for a moment before shutting the door and walking up to me. "He did something in my head, and it's confusing the hell out of me." "What does this have to do with me?" I ask, annoyed after being noisily awoken. "Hallucinations aren't that big of a deal, just in case that's what's wrong with you." "No that's not it, but since your boss snapped at me the other day, I haven't been able to stand idle for too long without some unfamiliar image flashing before my eyes. It's so obnoxious seeing random people's happy faces one moment, then them either burning or bleeding the next." Jeff groans, lifting his hands over his eyes. "Okay I honestly don't mind the blood, but I hate fire." Hoody and I exchange a glance, both thinking that the pale faced man is making things up. My partner shrugs, making a slight movement to tell me he wants to find out more. "Wh-what are you seeing?" Hoody's quiet voice sounds quite curious and Jeff answers immediately, making it clear he was going to tell us anyways. "It was all flashes of depressing scenery, tragic moments of someone's pathetic life, and voices screaming names I didn't recognized. The first night had white masks, wrinkled drawings, walls of graffiti; a deep and worried cry for "Jay!" Then I was downing pills from an unlabeled bottle, falling onto a worn mattress, while a tape recorder played back a voice screaming "Alex!" Throughout the next day and night the name 'Lauren' flashed on printed letters, followed by frantic footsteps, the smell of dirt, and bloodied hands wrapped around a man's throat. Sidewalks speckled with smashed bits of technological hardware, a child's laugh, a shadow with a sinister smile chanting about a "Marley," and the smell of cheap beer. Even last night there was a heatless fire, several muttering voices, a grave labelled 'Lyra,' and the taste of blood coating my tongue. Hallucinations of Slender's featureless face, while being in the forest with a girl named 'Jess', then warm blood flowed over my entire body, and the familiar feeling of a knife's handle was clenched in a fist." Jeff stares at the floor, no doubt replaying the scenes in his mind. Though a part of me twitched though his explanation. "I know Slender put these in my head, tell him to get them out!" Jeff growls, finally looking up at us. "Who's J-Jay?" Hoody turns to me, reaching a fist to grip the fabric of his hoodie. A twinge of pain tightens my chest. "I don't know, it doesn't sound familiar..." I grumble, scratching my sideburns in thought. Honestly, the names he mentioned didn't remind me of anyone. Not names we've been told to cut down or collect, I don't think I've heard of any of them. Hoody takes my answer an nods back, lowering his hands to his sides. "Who's Jay? Who's Alex? Who's Lauren, Marley, Lyra, and Jess? I swear if they're not already dead, I'll kill them!" Jeff hisses his opinion, pulling the conversation back to him. "At this rate these flashes are going to start effecting my kill strategy." "I don't think it's going to be that big of a change, Jeff." I say, holding my hand out as I continue. "Slender sometimes leaves side-effects after playing in someone's head, eventually they... tone down." "They never fully d-disappear though." Hoody finishes. "So I have to live with these images flickering over my eyes everyday!? You better be talking from experience otherwise I'll slit your throat right here." Jeff takes a step closer to us, his fingers twitching. "Jeff, if we knew what you're talking about we'd say something." I hiss back, standing my ground. "Like I can believe that, all of you proxies are so secretive, the big-man even said so himself he know's a certain man with a skeleton in his closet." The black haired man chuckles, looking at Hoody from the corner of his eye. "Someone knows more about their past than they're letting on." Jeff laughs maliciously, making Hoody look up slightly and tense at the gaze set on him. I sigh, knowing full well that, yes, Hoody was quiet and knew a lot about his past, however no matter what I tried he wouldn't tell me anything. "Jeff, what makes you think that we're connected to these dreams?" I demand. "I remember the pills." Hoody mumbles, looking back at the floor. "They'd h-help with the hallucinations and migraines." I'm taken aback at this, stunned at my partner. "What about that name, Alex? He was involved with those pills somehow." Jeff says knowingly, giving all of his attention to Hoody. "I think he died..." Hoody's voice grows almost inaudible, he reaches his hand to his neck nodding slowly. "I-I think th-that's the first memory I-I had." Hoody pulls my eyes and ears to himself, keeping my attention. "I-I was on the forest floor, alone with only this a-and that was it." Hoody pulls on the black fabric of his mask, "I-I ached all over, my body was stuck leaning against a small t-tree; I couldn't move. Then h-he showed up, Slender did, dropping a young man in the leaves i-infront of me. H-he was choking on his own blood, bleeding from a gash in his throat. His eyes were wide, a-and he tried to say something that started w-with a "B," but the Boss finished removing his windpipe before I c-could hear it." Hoody looks up at Jeff and myself, catching our intrigued gazes. "I-I was confused, scared, and I couldn't m-move. Slender walked up to me, gave me the pills and put a tendril around my wrist and took me to the mansion. I b-blacked out, and when I-I woke up, Masky was there too." Hoody finishes, adjusting his clothing awkwardly before shoving both hands into his pockets. "That's it." "Masky." Jeff looks at me, "What do you remember?" "Whatever I remembered would be in one of my journals." I mutter, folding my arms stubbornly. "But I still don't think that these dreams have anything to do with what has happen to us in the past." "Oh ya, of course the Hard-ass would still be stuck on that theory." Jeff scoffs. "But what if I told you that the white mask I saw in those 'dreams' was actually yours. Now how do you feel about that?" My eyes widen as Jeff smile does, and my fists clench as I think of all the possibilities of that statement. "I'd call you a liar." I say, unconfidence laced in my breathe. Jeff laughs at me. "You know I hate liars." He chuckles, walking past me. "Where's those journals?" - - - Wrapped up in their dream worlds, the four proxies sleep curled on the concrete floor. Mouthy and Kate lay back-to-back in the corner of the room, while Toby snores shamelessly in the center of the floor. Vince however is wide awake, staring out the window in the hallway. The window he had just broke earlier that day lets in a cool breeze that blows his hair softly. The building still smelled of blood and dust, and he'd have to wash both his and Toby's clothes when morning breaks. But Vince doesn't feel the need nor want for sleep, as the adrenaline from killing the intruder still pumps in his veins. Vince is smirking uncontrollably, as he replays the scene of destruction. His mouth waters at the thought of doing it again, ripping into flesh like it was a bread-loaf. At the thought of food, Vince's stomach growls loudly and churns with hunger. He wraps his arms around himself, in fear of waking the others. Once the sound stopped, and Vince knew no one had stirred; he stepped closer to the window with a brilliant idea. The sleepless proxy chuckles, looking around the room for some-kind of weapon. Finding nothing but one of Toby's hatchets, and knowing that the twitch wouldn't like him running off with it, Vince decided to try something new. The plain proxy wanders out of the room to the place where the girls had dragged the freshwater stash, finding the large canvas bag tucked lightly into the corner. The large canvas bag was one that Slender had brought them for survival purposes, the girls knew it would be a bad idea to waste any so they put it in a room rarely used. Vince pulls the heavy canvas sack closer to himself, reaching for the knot tied around the draw-string bag. He runs the rope out of the top, holding the yard-long rope in his hands. He cracks a sick smile, turning to walk to the front door of the Elementary. Cracking open the rusted door, Vince is greeted by the green forest that surrounds the place. The cool air from the window that had touched his face now whipped around his whole figure and blew his hair around. Perfect night for a little hunt, those were the thoughts brushing across Vince's mind as he plans a strategy to catch and kill some poor creature in these woods. He'd gut it himself and serve it for breakfast, however the only issue is the level of patience he'd have to have if he'd want to get ahold of something big. The plain proxy sighs out a quiet breath, silently closing the door behind himself. Spotting a faint pathway in front of him, Vince decides to follow it with quiet footsteps, his rope tightly gripped in his hand.



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