Stalkers

Chapter 8

I slowly climb into the truck and close the door. Once everyone gets in, it was an awkward silence.. Brian grabs a mask and puts it on his face, flipping his hood on. My dad grabs a mask and puts it on also. My mom literally strips and it turns out the person who was acting as her was a dude.. He rips of the bandaid and puts on a mask and goggles..

I tried rolling down my window and opening the door, but it wasn't working, they locked me in.. I tried punching the window, it wouldn't break.. The one with the goggles pulls down the brake and changes it to drive. I screamed for them to let me go, but they didn't listen..

The one they called Brian had to hold me from squirming, I couldn't control myself.. He even put a gun to my head to calm my ass down.. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. Something about them was.., off putting. Like I've seen them before.. I don't know where..

Why do they seem so damn familiar?!!!

I calm down and put my arm on the door, looking out of the window. Where ever they're going, let's hope it's to my death.. I don't want to fucking live with no legs and not able to walk correctly. No! That's not happening.

The car stops in a parking lot, going over the bump to stop the car. I snicker a little, but they don't care. Goggles man opens the door, "Get out." He snaps.

I climb out of the car slowly, still getting used to my damn legs. I thought of running, but my brain estimated my fate. It went something like this: I would accidentally drop my crutches, distracting the three of them, running into the street, but my legs fail me because they are plastic and I don't know how to bend my fake ass knees. SOOO, I fall, tumbling into the road, either getting run over by a bypassing vehicle, or the masked freaks taking me. Goggles man will probably catch me first.

I snicker at his nickname, Goggles man. I should give them all nicknames, I'm probably gonna be with them for a while anyway. Goggles man pushes me forward, telling me that I should start to move. Goggles man on my right, Mustard to my left, and Revolution Revolver in front of me, leading the way.

We silently walk through the woods, the silence being broken by an occasional twig snapping or someone tripping. Well, that was just me.. I was making all of the noise. Every time I would trip, Mustard would look glare at me, or that's what I'm assuming.. Probably glaring behind the mask.

Revolution Revolver stops in front of me and I nearly run into him. I watch as his head slowly moves upward, stopping midway. "Good job children. You may leave.." The trio nods in unison, walking around Mr. Tree and leaving me there with my legs.. Me and my legs, fun. "Do you know why you are here child?" The thing asks, tilting its head slowly, like a dog. I felt shivers go down my spine, it did it so.. Slowly.. Creepily..

"You're here for a specific reason.." It says, waiting for a response again. But I don't respond, I stand there, debating whether or not to run.. My brain gave me the worst that could happen and I wasn't entertained.. "You have to work for me child.. Help me. You're different than the others.. Instead of being afraid and running away, you stayed and seemed calm. I was right.." It says in its weird staticky voice that echoes in my head.

"What? What do you mean.. different? What others are there?" I choke out, looking directly at the no-faced creature.

"You're different because you actually know us, well, knew. And enjoyed our stories. We just happened to be living on this planet, the same one as you, existing as much as killer clowns do, and never exchanged oxygen once. Others are other children that ran into me in this deep dark forest. But you were lead in by my proxies. You were made to be with us Nuthaynielle. Be a proxy.. Join the Creepypasta crew.."