Love at Killfest

Chapter 1: First Words

It was a cold night. Almost too cold in my eyes. But what did it matter? I had experienced worse. Of course, of all nights, Slendy assigned this job to me. Why not Jeff, or even Sally? It's just some old man who went too far into the woods. He's too crippled anyways.

Well, that's what I get for being a proxy.

I jumped in the branches of trees until I came to a tent with warm fire. Oh I could feel its warmth from 7 feet over the ground! So warm.... I thought to myself. Although, this was no time for messing around. All I wanted was to-

My thoughts were cut off by some motion. It was subtle, so I brushed it off. Probably just a rodent or something; I chose to forget about it. As I turned around, no more did I feel the warmth of the burning light on my face. The old man, white and grey in his hair, and porcelain, thin build came from the tent to burn it out with one (of probably many) water bottles.

He entered his tent and I waited... and waited... and waited until we was asleep enough for me to do my work. He's old anyways. After about an hour, I took out a hatchet and put up my bandana that covered half of my face.

Although, before I could make a move, something, a movement, entered the tent.

That's when I saw it.

When I saw him.

He looked up to me, as if knowing I was there, stalking the man the whole night. He was in black pants and a yellow jacket. His face, however, was covered in a mask. A white mask with black facial features.

He took it off, the mask, showing his fragile face and brown, silky hair.

That's when he spoke.

"You're gonna say hello, or something?"

He came up, right next to me. Oddly enough, I could almost smell the fresh blood staining his jacket. "I'm Masky. You must be Tic-Boy!"