Just Another Proxy

Mr. Moustache

I sat by the lake, the clear sky was filled with birds and the crystal clear water sparkled. The setting was nice, but I would have preferred to barf. A man in a tux, with a big moustache, a brief case and a top hat appeared next to me.

"Well hello there young child! My name is Mr. Moustache. I have something to ask you." He said so fancy like.

"Uh, sorry, but I don't talk to pedophiles, so your gonna have to leave." I told him coldly.

"Hoho child. I'm not here for that! I just need to ask you one question. That all!" He hooted.

I gave him the 'continue-you-fat-ass' look. He noodled before continuing.

"I am here to see if the famous CreepyPastas live here. Do you know by and chance child?" He mysteriously questioned me.

"Nope." I said, popping the p.

"Now child, don't lie to me." He said.

"Like a said, I don't know!" I puffed.

"Likewise. Anyhow, I will have to follow you. Master's orders." He said darkly.

Wait... Master? Who the hell is he?~ Nicole asked, quite scared.

I got up, dusted my clothes off, secretly pulling a shuriken out and throwing it at his head. It hit him dead centre, and he fell over and into the water. I thought of my bedroom and I appeaerd in it. I am never leaving without telling people.

'Im gonna have to ask the others what CreepyPastas are.' I thought to myself. (A/N: Neon doesn't know that everyone in the mansion are CreepyPastas)

I walked out of my room. I entered Slendah Mon's room, and he was about to teleport away.

"Wait, I need to ask you something Slendah Mon."

He stared at me, before sitting at his desk.

"What is it child...?" He hesitated.

"I was... Out, when this guy came up and asked about CreepyPastas. What are CreepyPastas?" I questioned, relieved for it to be off my chest.

"Oh, child. Everyone in this mansion is a CreepyPasta."

"Even me?"

"No child, you are not known. That means you are safe. Fans and people who fear us try to hunt us down. If they do not know you, you are safe." He replied. "Now, who is this 'guy' you speak of?"

"Oh... It's nothing!" I said as I ran to my room. Phew. He was going to kill me. Eh, it was worth it. But now, I want to be known. And I want to be feared.