Fog (Tis a story about masky and hoody) More organized....

Chapter 1 Part 1

The first chapter. I was feeling sad and lonely one night and I couldn't think of anything for my Death the Kid story and I can't do anything with just one vote for the other on fanfiction so I grew bored and started surfing through creepypasta again. Then I decided that I wanted to write. So with my boredom I lay in bed at four in the morning and created this. I waited for a couple of days before I decided that maybe I should put this on something since I went to all the trouble of writing it. So with nothing else to do I copied and pasted what you see here. Yes I am aware of the the Marble Hornets and everything. I am aware of what is correct and what isn't, but if I wanted to be correct I wouldn't have written this. Did you come here to be completely factual? Probably not you probably came here to have some fun. I like doing my own thing, but I also like sticking to what is factual. It really depends on my mood. You can burn this if you want. Heck have a bonfire and light marshmallows and eat s'mores. Just keep in mind I like crits and positive comments all the same. Do what you want. Enjoy my boredom.

Chapter 1

MASKY-------- "Hoody? Hoody, wake up! Wake up, Hoody! You have to wake up!" Masky pleaded to his hooded friend.

"Masky!" Jeff the Killer approached. "We have to hurry or Slendy will find out."

"I know, but, Hoody. He's hurt."

"I know! C-can you lift him?"

"Y-yeah. I think so, but won't that hurt him?"

"He's unconscious. He won't feel a thing and if he does I doubt it will hurt as bad. He won't be able to comprehend what's happening...... I think."

HOODY------- Masky? He was...... talking...... to me? What happened? Jeff? They're both panicking. They can't panic. That won't help anything! Ow! E-everything hurts! What's going on?! C-can't..... Drifting...... Can't hold it..................................

Now where am I? Upon sitting up I noticed that I was in a foggy area. It looked like a hallway, but why was I here? I stood and turned in a slow circle. This fog was so thick and it looked like the hall was endless in both directions. A multitude of doors covered the hall in both directions. I decided to go in the direction I was facing before. I was facing that way for a reason, right. I started walking. I couldn't see anything really with all of this fog. Nothing besides the dull lights above me and the white walls.

Oh how I hated that color. Was white even considered a color anyway? I kept walking at a rather slow pace as I took in my situation just as slow. I walked the endless hall without question. I stopped, feeling like I had just stepped in a sticky puddle. Looking down I saw that I was standing in a red liquid. Blood?! Wh-whose blood was this?! It was so fresh... Swallowing my fear and realizing that the only thing I could do was to continue on I started walking again. This time at a faster pace. I felt a slight burning in my side as I walked. I tried to ignore it, but soon enough I looked down again.

Placing a hand on my side I felt a sticky warm liquid. There was a huge slash in my hoodie... How? When did I-? Hearing a snicker I looked around. Spinning in a circle more than once only to find that I was still all alone in this hallway. I closed my eyes. This couldn't be real. I just imagined it. All of this isn't real. But the pain.... No. It had to be just an illusion or something. We did after all go to the barren land- Wait. Masky! Jeff! I opened my eyes.

"Masky! Jeff! Where are you?! Masky?! Masky?!"

I could feel panic start to creep over me. I started running. The pain in my side flared up, but I pushed that aside.

"Masky?! Masky?! Masky, please! Answer me! S-someone! Anyone!"

My shouting and panicking stopped abruptly as I ran into a white wall, which had been pretty well hidden in the thick fog. I groaned as I slipped my hand under my dark mask to rub my face. Ow... I felt the warm liquid on the floor on my back. Just great. Now I was going to be covered in blood. I slowly pushed myself back up, still a bit dazed by the fact that I ran right into a wall. I looked to the left then to the right. Two paths. Two more endless halls. Each held a great many of doors. Well... When nothing goes right go left, right? I headed that way at a much slower pace. I didn't want to run into another wall.