You've Missed Mouthy

Is This Normal?

Jack takes the used needle and sheaths it in a small disposable bag. Masky assists Hoody with putting the unconscious Mouthy back into jeans, everyone waiting for her to wake up. Their minds turn and flick through different thoughts, wondering why she came to the mansion, who she wasn't able to stop, and each one unable to stop their brain from wandering to the image of the girl's body. Though they brush it away to keep control of their limbs, not daring to say anything to the others in the room. "Ten minutes, right?" Masky asks, leaning against one of the dusty walls in room 110-2. Jack chuckles, zipping Hoody's backpack close after dropping all of his medical equipment inside. "It hasn't even been five minutes since I gave her the adrenaline, it's like you said, 'now we wait." Jack stands up, turning to look Masky in the eyes. The eyeless man's gaze drops to Mouthy's limp form, scanning over her oddly toned frame. "Slender doesn't take very good care of his proxies, does he. It seems you all fend for yourselves while simultaneously doing everything he says." The blue masked man takes a step closer to her, tilting his head to have a better inspection of her beaten body, pale from both acute anemia and sun deprivation. "It's true, b-but that's one of the reasons for t-training." Hoody mutters, stepping away from the bedside to retrieve the spare shirt he brought. Jack nods, almost reaching out to touch the scars on Mouthy's arms, but Masky taps the killer, breaking him from his trance. He clears his throat, turning to look at the yellow hooded man. "How many of you are there?" Jack questions. "Proxies? Number wise, two per domain." Masky says back without giving an exact number. "And how many domains does Slender have?" Jack retaliates, causing Masky's jaw to open and close behind his mask, unable to answer the question. Hoody holds a large baggy shirt in his hands, walking towards Mouthy once again. He motions his head to call upon his partner's help, so that they might finish dressing the unconscious girl. "A-at least four that I-I know of..." Hoody mutters, walking around to Mouthy's shoulders. "That's a bit strange, don't you think? There's six of you, but four domains times two proxies per, that's eight." Jack says, an air of curious arrogance swirling around him. Hoody looks at Masky, lifting up Mouthy's shoulders. Masky scoffs, shaking his head. "Good to know you're a master of both the medical and mathematical fields." The white masked brunette says arrogantly, rolling his eyes. Hoody however senses his partner's presence grow heavy on the room, missing the light twitch of Mouthy's hand. "If there's other proxies, we would have met them by now. Even if there is two others that exist, only the Boss would know." Masky sighs at the end of his sentence, turning back to help Hoody. As he runs his hands under Mouthy's back, gently lifting her off the sheets, he continues to mutter without noticing the girl's leg spasm. "Why are there so many unanswered questions..." Mouthy's head snaps to the side suddenly and her legs swing off the bed, throwing her body weight abnormally. Masky pulls his arms back the moment she moves, immediately pushing away from the bedside. Hoody too steps away, watching the white masked girl barrel-roll off the bed and onto her feet. Mouthy's mind is spinning, her confusion letting instinct drive her body. Without a second spent on waiting for a rational idea, Mouthy pushes hard off the ground to jump into the air. Her hands latch onto Masky's shoulders, and her knees crash into his chest and knock him to the dusty floor. Reflexes kick in, and the white masked man catches himself on his elbows, not fully taking Mouthy's weight. Masky sits up fast, forcing her body to straddle his torso as she lifts her fist high into the air. "Mouthy!" Masky shouts in the girls face, reaching up to grab her wrist. She takes her other hand and punches his forearm, forcing him to release her. But in order to keep her balance, Mouthy's hand falls to crush Masky's shoulders and pin him down. Masky throws his own hands up on Mouthy's shoulders, pushing her away from himself. A distorted hissing crawls from the girl's lips, and she cranes her neck closer to him. A skrill wub creaks into his ears, as Mouthy lifts her fist up again, ready to smash into Masky's skull. The white masked man turns his body, rocking until momentum causes him to flip on top of the white masked girl. "Look at me Mouthy." He shouts, pinning down both of her wrists. For one moment he looks up through the dust at the other two men in the room. "A little help would be nice." He growls. Jack just shakes his head, letting Hoody look at his partner before jumping to his aid. Though Mouthy is faster, and Masky finds her uninjured leg in his stomach. Before he's able to look back down at her mask, she's pushing him off of herself and using the momentum to throw her own body up onto her feet. She lets go in an attempt to stay balanced on her own two feet, letting Masky catch himself on the wall. "M-Mouthy, we need y-you to calm down." Hoody says, standing a few feet away from Mouthy, but ready to run at her if the situation calls for it. The girl turns her head to stay between the two men, keeping an ear locked on both of them. "Give it a second, the energy burst can only last so long." Jack pipes in, earning a quick look from each of the proxies. Mouthy's mind is working too fast to register these men as allies, causing her to nervously flick her head around to each of them in order to protect from any attack. "L-listen, Mouthy. W-what happened at the Elementary?" Hoody mutters, earning the grey proxy's gaze. She starts to make animalistic growls, distorted with wubs and radio-like tuning. Hoody reaches a hand out towards her, but she raises her shoulders and makes the noise even more shrill. Masky pushes off the wall, launching himself at Mouthy. With whole force, he violently knocks the teen into the other wall. She coughs, losing all breath on impact, but Masky has his hands around her neck before she could breathe in again. Pushing her against the wall, Masky begins to lift her off her feet. "You will answer the question! What happened at the Elementary?" Masky shouts, not receiving a word from her. She lifts up her bandaged hands to pull on his wrists, trying to lessen the weight forcing his hands deeper into her neck. Sputtering noises spill from her mouth, followed by trails of blood leaking from inside her mask and onto Masky's gloved fingers. "Masky!" Hoody shouts, seeing the color draining from the girls ears as his partner deprives her of oxygen. Shaking away his sudden bloodlust, Masky drops the girl. Mouthy crumples to her knees, spasming violently as her lungs refill. "We c-can't get answers if she's dead." Hoody steps beside Masky, his tone serious. The hoodless proxy glares behind his mask, looking down at the girl with a darkened air around him. "What happened at the Elementary?" He says slowly, making sure his anger shows in his words. Mouthy pants and twitches in pain, her breaths becoming more hitched and filled with dust. "Answer me." Masky growls, causing Hoody to grab his bicep to stop him from lashing out. Mouthy chuckles, casting a glance to her side before raising one of her bandaged hands. She lifts her middle finger at the white masked man, giving him her answer. Before anyone can respond to the girl's gesture, she rolls her beaten body towards the open window, crawling onto the seal and swinging her legs over the side. Gripping the thick vines of ivy, Mouthy leans forward to make her escape. However, her mind is filled with static, and her hand lets go of the vine. Mouthy falls from the second story window into the bushes below, laying weak at the feet of two large dress shoes. She looks up panting, meeting the blank expressionless face of The Slenderman. She makes a weak imitation of a malfunctioning computer as she recognizes the presence of her master. Slender's tendrils erupt from his back and wrap around Mouthy's bare arms, lifting her out of the bushes as he twists the air around them both. Slender teleports into room 110-2, materializing behind the three men gathered at the window. They turn to look at the faceless man as his presence presses down on the room, sitting heavy on the shoulders of the masked men. "Save your excuses, this isn't a time I can have you killing one another." Slender's voice booms in all four of the killer's heads, his tone slow and serious. "There is a problem that can easily be solved, however, your behaviors can just as easily make it worse." He casts a look at the beaten Mouthy being held like a marionette at his side. "I need to have complete obedience from you all if we are to solve this quickly. Is that understood?" Slender reaches one of his boney hands to lift up Mouthy's bloodied chin, waiting for her to make a gesture in agreement. She lets out an electronic moan in both pain and understanding. Slender then turns his head to his other two proxies, receiving nods from them both. Slender turns back to Mouthy, moving his hand under her mask and onto her forehead, unintentionally revealing her mouth and chin. Jack watches in silence as Slender ignores the blood draining out of the half naked girl, his eyes landing on the red lines dripping off her lips. "Now, show me what happened." Slender's voice rings in Mouthy's ears alone, summoning up a flood of memories that flash before her eyes. - - - The four proxies stationed at the Elementary all stand in a circle around a small fire. Vince rips off pieces of meat from a charred animal carcass, reaching out to hand a piece to the three others, watching as they adjusted their masks in order to bite into the food. They continue to tear into the blackened creature's flesh, chewing on the muscles quietly. However, as Vince finishes swallowing his own portion, his hand misses the carcass and grabs the turn-spit instead. Mouthy looks up at the plain proxy, locking gazes with him as his stare seems distance and out of control. Animalistic. Mouthy tensens as the nervousness she felt earlier manifests itself in the clenching of her fists, forcing her to stay locked in a staring contest with the shirtless man. Vince's stance adjusts, and the turn-spit spins in his hand until angled perfectly. The hoodless grey proxy swings the turn-spit like a baseball bat, guiding the rotating device into the side of Mouthy's skull. The hooded girl drops, having reacted to the blow on a major pressure-point and collapsed from the spontaneous nerve signals overpowering her brain. Kate and Toby watched the scene unfold, their expressions showing their surprise. As if time slowed down, Vince drops the turn-spit while staring at the girl's crumpled form. He looks to the other two with a gaze partially confused, partially surprised; before he realizes what he's done. Kate growls, her blood boiling under her hoodie. A lust to kill takes over her own body and she lunges at Vince without running to her partner's aid. Toby cusses, throwing the piece of meat to the ground, watching Vince turn-tail and run for the doors that exit the building. Kate takes off, being only a few feet behind the plain proxy. Toby stands confused for a moment, looking down at Mouthy. Her mask hides her expression, but he could see blood seeping through her hood. Diving onto the grass next to her, the twitch forcefully pulls back her hood to run his fingers through her hair. As he looks back at his hands to see blood on his gloves, he immediately checks her breathing. Toby screams at Mouthy to get up, but she only lifts her hand to point at the doors where the other two proxies ran though. "She'll kill him." Mouthy's airy voice echos, as she watches Toby nod and take off running after them. He turns around for a moment screaming something about contacting Slender. However Mouthy isn't able to reply, because her mind is spinning and pinching painfully where Vince struck her. Ripping off her mask, she rolls over and vomits, nausea digging into her skull. She's alone in the courtyard, spasming on the grass. Her mind screaming, retching, flashing with random visions of things. All of it causing her to sit up and releases an ear splitting cry that slowly fades as her vision does. Mouthy pats around the grass for her mask, unable to open her eyes because of the pain in her head. She mentally screams for her master as Toby instructed, but not feeling any kind of connection with the report. Once her hand smacks the side of her mask, she opens her eyes to check. Mouthy doesn't wait another moment, throwing it over her face and standing on her feet. Thinking "Find Slender, tell Slender." - - - Slender's boney hand falls from Mouthy's face, her memories swirling in his own mind. He follows them to the cut of her head, moving her hair to find a clump of it held together with dried blood. Slender lets the gears turn in his head, putting together a plan that will surely bring this issue to a close. Mouthy cranes her neck, forcing herself to look at her master as he stares at her mask. Gently, Slender lowers the girl onto the dusty carpet, letting her lean against the wall. Mouthy has her head drop back, showing the blood and bruises on her neck as she tries to regain her breath again. Slender takes a step closer to the other three men, placing his hands on Masky and Hoody's heads. Jack watches them freeze up at his touch, stiffening their bodies to resemble statues. Slender holds his hand to their heads for the same amount of time as he had on Mouthy's, replaying the memory she had given him so that they could also know what happened. "You two will come with me, we are going to need to find those three. Vince will need to have his instincts reorganized and the memories of this event must be washed from both Toby's and Kate's minds. That should keep them from becoming hostile with one another, keeping the functionality between you all." Slender explains as he pulls his hands away from the two men. Panting lightly, they both nod in understanding. "Mouthy, you will stay here until further notified. Stay hidden from the other monsters, and heal quickly." Slender doesn't look at the girl, moving his gaze to the blue masked man. "Eyeless, I ask you to return to your normal everyday schedule. There is no need to help her, she knows how to keep herself alive. Just as before, do not discuss her existence with anyone nor anything. As far as they need to know this wing is still entirely unused. Is that a reasonable request?" Jack stares at the tall man, feeling the serious atmosphere around him thicken and allow no room for denial. "Very reasonable, sir." Jack replies, letting his gaze fall to the girl lying beaten on the floor. "Very." "Good, when I return, you will know the job is done." Slender says as Masky and Hoody step up to his side. "K-Kate?" Mouthy's wispy voice whimpers to her master. "I-I need Kate." "You are in no condition to join this mission, child." The faceless man replies. Mouthy spasms again, throwing her hands behind her to push against the wall. She uses it to help her to her feet, still wobbly even when standing on her one good leg. "Kate, I need-" "You need to heal, I will have no use for you if you are to slow the mission in anyway. Obey my commands, you will be with her once the job is complete." Slender turns away from her, letting his tendrils wrap around Masky's and Hoody's arms. They stare blankly at their comrade, disappearing at the will of their master, leaving only Jack and Mouthy left in the room. Jack looks to the shaky girl as her hands curl into fists, making no move towards her. Mouthy bites down on her tongue swallowing the cry ready to break from her bruised throat. They're gone, leaving the proxy that has never been without her partner, alone. Jack watches Mouthy turn to grab to the wall and lean her forehead on it, starting to growl. The deep squeal of pain and confusion manifesting itself from her lungs as she gives a hearty growl, reeling her fist back to punch the wall. Mouthy hisses angrily, hitting the wall again and again, leaving several holes in the structure. Jack clears his throat behind her, causing her to stop her fit. "Looks like Masky's idea has more cons then pros. It was his idea to bring you into this room, though I wouldn't agree to have you heal here. Too dusty." Jack mumbles in a calm voice, looking at the masked girl. She turns to look at him over her shoulder, resting her poorly bandaged hands against the wall. "You should be fine to stay in my lab, no one but myself goes in without an invitation, but we'll need a way out of here. The way we came isn't functional anymore." Jack tries to stay as sincere as he can, still puzzled by the Slenderman's orders. Mouthy turns around fully, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor as fatigue presses down on her whole body. "Any ideas?" Jack takes a step closer to her, subconsciously putting his hands into his hoodie pocket. Mouthy knocks her head to the side, nodding in the direction of the window, so emotionally drained that she no longer cares. Jack nods, walking to the window with a silent stare, judging the height and planning a good way to scale down. "W-why?" Mouthy's childish voice brings Jack's attention to herself. "Why do... this?" Jack smirks under his mask. "I told Slender his idea was reasonable, I never said anything about following his command." He explains, making her peak up at him curiously. "All you need to do is heal, did he ever specify where?" As the cannibal points out the loop-hole, Mouthy replays the conversation in her mind. She shakes her head "No," looking back up at Jack as he tosses her grey hoodie into her lap. "Put that on, I'll get the rest of the stuff. We'll leave once you have the energy." Jack starts taking the other pieces of clothing and putting them in Hoody's backpack. "Just tell me when-" Jack cuts himself off, hearing a light thump. He turns around to see Mouthy slumped on the carpet, and by the sound of her breathing, asleep. Jack sighs. "You proxies really got it rough." Jack continues to pack the bag, figuring out a different idea to reach his lab while simultaneously letting his mind wander to Slender's actions. He looks to Mouthy again, before remembering something. All the proxies are just Slender's tools, and they don't know any other life. More or less... this is normal.

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