'I'm not insane.. I'm not insane.. I'm not insane!' I repeat to myself, pacing in my room, wiping my tears.. Why is this happening to me? My dog almost fucking died from a car and i know it connects to the rest of the shit! How? I know because the fucking car just happened to have the damn operator symbol on the windows! Why not something else??
"Bus!" My dad yells from the living room.
I grab my bag off my futon and casually walk out like i didn't just rant about not having my sanity. I sigh and get on the bus, tossing my bag in one of the seats near the middle. I lean on my bag and put my legs on the seat so no one can sit with me. I pull out my phone and start adding to one of my random stories about creepypasta characters.
My bus was normally loud with all of the asshole kids shouting at the top of their lungs, but this time, it was pretty quiet, which i enjoyed. I heard some whispers so i sat up and looked at the hallway, to boys had a water bottle, they were going to throw it. I scoff and roll my eyes, of course. I sat paitently waiting for their 'ohhhh shiiitttttt' and giggles, but it never happened...
The bus started swerving around, and some kids squealed. I shoved my phone in my pocket and held on to my seat for dear life. I never was this scared in my entire life... The screams got louder as the bus started tilted, my eyes went wide as i felt lightheaded and i was slowly raised out of my seat.
The bus falls on its side and the kids on the opposite side of me fall on me. The window below me was shattered and shards were jammed into my cheek and eye, i can't see in my left eye anymore... My blood was all over the disgusting old window.. I shove the kids off of me and start to cough up blood, fuck...
I heard some crying and coughing around me.. I needed to get out of here.. I'm going to freeze to death.. I look at the kids next to me, they seemed.. Passed out.. Wait.. they weren't breathing.. Ffffuuuucccckkkk....I try to stand, but feel a jolt of pain in my right leg, making me fall back down into the glass, cutting my hands. I climb around the seat, pulling my legs out of the small area and find some kids. I look at them and pull my hood down, why the fuck would i care if they did this?
I go to the next seat and see the door a few seats away, but stop. I watch the kids attempt to climb out of the door fall back down, dead. "What??" I whisper to myself, confused out of my mind. I look at the now dead kids on the 'floor', they were hit in the head by a hatchet or axe.. Three masked people jumped down into the bus, making it rock a little. One had a gun, one had the hatchet, and the last had a fucking crowbar, wow.
They all walk through each seat slowly, killing each and every kid in the seat. I couldn't move.. I was too scared.. I didn't know what to do.. 6.. 5.... 4... 3... 2.... 1..... I pull the hood over my eyes, expecting to get killed instantly, but it never happened...
I look up to see the killers looking down at me. The twins go to the next row and the leave the other one there. They look down at me and put their hand out for me to take. I stare at their gloved hand, then take it, not even thinking. They lift me up and leave me stand there, killing off the rest of the kids on the bus. They walk out of the bus, leaving me stand there, lost out of my mind. Before the last one climbs out, they wave me over. I clumsily walk over and pull myself out of the bus, jumping down.
I open myself to say something, but the twins look into the woods at something. I realize this is my chance to run, but the one next to me grabs ahold of my arm. The faceless figure nods at them and disappears in thin air. They start walking through the woods, abandoning the bus full of corpses, and i was pulled along.
'What if that figure is still out there? Why didn't i just run while they were killing the rest of them? Why did i even go on the damn bus? Why am i with these people? Why did they not kill me? Where are we even going? WHY ME!'
They stop and i copy, looking up at a cabin in the MIDDLE of the FOREST. We all walk in and i awkwardly stand by the door. I look at the person holding my arm, it was bright enough to see the people that took me..
They had orange goggles with a face mask covering his mouth, with some sort of smile on it. They wore a tanish hoodie with blue on the hood. They had the hatchets, sooooooo yeah. The ones i've been calling 'the twins' both have mustard yellow coats/hoodies. One had a black mask on with red eyes and a red sad face, the other had a white mask with... for some odd reason, feminine features on it, or its just me cuz it has lips.. The sad one has the gun while the other has the crowbar.
"So, kid... Im Toby, that's Hoodie and Masky.." The one says holding my arm still. He scared the living crap out of me, disturbing my thoughts. I nod, "You cant run kid"
"And why is that?" I ask, looking at his goggles.
"You were chosen by Slenderman, we need you now." Toby says.
"Wait... Slenderman? THE Slenderman? The one i thought was fake and named him after my friend? The one that made tons of children go insane and stab other people?" I yell, trying to free myself from Toby.
"Yo! Calm down kid! Its just to become a proxy, but you're not ready!" Hoodie says
"How am i not ready?" I snap
"You need to train with us"
"What if i don't want to be a proxy?"
"There will be consequences, as in death." Masky says, crossing his arms.
'Ooohhhh they are dudes, all of them....' I think after hearing Masky talk. We sit there for a few seconds, until it hits me, they were my favorite childhood characters.. Hoodie being the one i was mad for dying in Marble Hornets, Masky being the one that scared me for the dumbest reasons in that, then Toby being the adorable 17 year old that was always one of my favorites. I have a TON of questions for them.. Like, is waffles Toby's favorite food, or where exactly did Masky go after he went to hide, or how was it like to die in front of your best friend? My creepypasta PARENTS are a few feet away from me with my SON holding my arm.. This is insane...
"You know what i just realized? You guys we-"
"We know.. We kinda stalked you since you were young.." Masky mumbles. Before i could open my mouth to say something, Toby knocks me out..
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Stalkers
FanfictionNuhthayneille was a 'normal' kid until he turned 15, when all the weirdness happened.. He didn't know what was happening to him during all of the weirdness and when it will lead to the climax for the story.. He never told anyone about it.. He though...