You've Missed Mouthy

Schadenfrede

(Ben_Drowned's POV)

"So, what you're saying is that this chick is one of Slender's secret servants, and there's a lot of shit the faceless man hasn't told us?" Laughing asks the other Jack, and Jeff sighs. "Oh my god, clown. How hard is it to grasp the damn concept?" The smiley killer holds his hands in the air to show his frustration. "She's a proxy, Slender has lots of proxies, he has domains other than the Mansion, and she lives in one of them. Right?" He looks over his shoulder at Mouthy, wanting confirmation on his statement. She watches with her mask sitting ajar on the side of her head, nodding to Jeff when he sends her a look. "Do you get it now, dumbass?" Jeff glares at Laughing Jack, and they exchange looks of death while I'm cracking a huge grin. What a funny situation, each one of these killers has a different side of the story playing in their mind and no one can weave them all together. Maybe I can.

Eyeless's laboratory is filled with the angry chatter of Laughing and Jeff, meanwhile the Doc forces a waterbottle and proteinbar into Mouthy's hands, demanding she eat. I myself am hovering above them connecting the dots in my head. Man, they're all so stupid.

I start to chuckle, just loud enough that they can hear me. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't both these issues start when Jeff got drunk and started a fight with the bigman." I speak clearly and confidently, earning everyone's attention. I smile wide before continuing. "Well, Jeff's been talking with the proxies to sort out strange visions he's been having. Then Mouthy shows up a few days later, the perfect amount of time to crawl from the Elementary to the Mansion without stopping. So, who's the catalyst? Who hasn't been here since their little tantum?" I stop, receiving deadpan looks from Laughing and Jeff. Who both growl with different amounts of confusion in their throats. "How do you know about the dreams?" Jeff hisses. "Honestly, there's not a lot that goes on in this house that I miss." I mutter back, folding my arms over my chest.

"Slender." A confident voice reverberates off of Mouthy's lips, and I look at her with a smirk. She knows what I'm talking about. "He... his power is..." Her voice stops being confident, dropping into a cracky mutter. She looks at her bandaged hand, poking her finger against her head. "Not as precise..."

"Not as precise?" Eyeless repeats her statement as a question. And she nods. "He's been missing s-stuff." Mouthy stutters in Hoody's voice. "In our heads, like a d-dull knife." "This shit's new. Give an example." Jeff barks at Mouthy, though she doesn't seem phased by the tone of his voice. She looks at the others in the room lowering her hand from her head. "My memory isn't completely erased." She speaks clearly, and her voice seems genuine. My mouth falls open without my consent. Wait, what! No, Slender's forte is in mind manipulation. How the hell did he miss parts of her memory? Well, that wrecks my hypothesis... Mouthy looks up at me knowingly with her grey eyes. Her lips opening a little as she makes the noise of a tuning radio.

"Well, more like the hallucinations from my past... never left." Mouthy sounds like Masky as she speaks. And out of the corner of my eye I can see Jeff perk up.

"What kind of hallucinations?" He growls, looking at her with all of his attention. The two of them lock gazes and Mouthy tilts her head to the side slightly. "Tall shadows and children's laughter." She mutters using the pale killers voice. I close my mouth and watch in curiosity as Jeff's brow rises, his eyes growing distant. All realization hits me like a car, and Hoody's voice fills my head. "...O-our pale-faced friend hasn't slept well... he keeps having f-flash-backs that aren't his own, and he's making Masky and I figure out what's w-wrong... we think... he's seen pieces of our pasts, the proxies' pasts, all six view points..." "Jeff..." I mutter looking at him, and his gaze drops to the floor. He doesn't look at anyone, rather he just turns around to look at the wall. "Is that what you saw in your dreams?" The question slips from my lips. "Yea, part of it, at least." Jeff's voice lets me know he's in deep thought, while his clenched fists are showing restraint and frustration. I send a glance at the proxy girl, catching her tilting her head back to drink from the water bottle Eyeless gave her. She swallows the drink and looks at Jeff. "Did he give them to you?" Mouthy asks, mimicking the voice of the man she's talking to. "Did Slender give you the memories?"