Life at Creepypasta Mansion

Chapter 21

...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 21.

~Erica's Point Of View~

"You idiot..." Jeff said to Masky, twitching strangely. I cocked my head slightly. No one seemed to notice my confusion.

"Do you actually think... I'm going to listen to you? Heheheh..... I don't think so," Jeff started chuckling evilly between words.

"No one can tell me what to do... Especially not you! Slendy's little proxy... You follow him around like a lost puppy, you don't even realise that all he's been doing to you during your time in the mansion is USING YOU! You know what he's training you for, you do all his dirty work so he doesn't get in trouble off Zalgo-"

"It's LORD Zalgo to you-"

"Oh, lay off! You and your RULES! I don't have call everyone what you call them! I don't even have to listen to you, you rock-wielding, mask-wearing, social anxiety-suffering FREAK!"

There was a long pause. We all just stood there for what felt like ten minutes, before Masky silently ran out of the room.

"Hey, Masky!" I heard Hoodie call, who seemed to be standing by the door the entire time.

"Come on, Hoodie, we can't let him go!" I said, grabbing Hoodie's wrist and pulling him behind me.

Masky was out of sight, and I wasn't sure where to look first. I had to think quickly, so I went for the obvious choice. I bolted to Masky's bedroom, to find Ben, standing by Masky's bed, staring out the open window with a concerned expression.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I wasn't fast enough."

Not a moment later, Slendy appeared behind us with a note in his hand. He slipped it in the pocket of my jacket, obviously not wanting anyone but me to see it. I ran downstairs, and out the front door. When I reached the edge of the woods, I finally opened the note. It was definitely Slendy's handwriting, which was very neat slanted gracefully to the right. The note read:

'I know where Masky is.

He's in his favourite place.

...

You know where to look.

~Slenderman'

I folded the note gently and shoved it back into my pocket. I ran as fast as I could, and I knew where I was going.

I stopped running when I reached the place Jeff took me on our date. The clearing in the woods with the wild flowers growing at the bases of trees. I stood in the centre of the clearing and scanned the area, looking for signs of recent visitors.

"Masky!" I cried, "Where'd you go!"

"H-h-hi, Erica," said Masky's voice from somewhere up in the trees. I could hear him clearly since the wind wasn't blowing, and there was no rustling leaves.

I looked up at the, now dark, sky through the leaves of tall, pine trees that loomed over me, eerily. Eventually, after moments of gazing through branches, I caught sight of Masky, sitting casually in a tree, on a wide branch, with his violin and bow in his lap.

"Hey!" I called, "How'd you get up there?!"

"I-I climbed. There's a rope d-down over there, if you wish to join me up here, you c-could use the rope t-to get up."

"Oh, cool. Thanks!"

I made my way over to the rope, and pulled myself up the tree trunk, past about five levels of branches. Soon enough, I reached Masky's branch.