Stalkers

Chapter 9

"Creepypasta??" I repeat, confused. The word sounded so.. Familiar.. Where did I hear that so called word from??

"I know you're confused child.. But please, trust me." Mr. Tree says, reaching its hand out to me.. I hesitate, should I take it or no..? What would happen if I take it? Where are we even going? I take a deep breath and take Mr. Trees hand. It nods at me, starting to walk in the deep forest, going the same direction as my besties.

As I 'walk' next to Mr. Tree, I try to figure out who's nickname is my favorite..

Well, Goggles Man sounds like a fucking superhero, but he's not, he would murder you with his damn hatchets. Mustard.. Isn't that creative, I looked at his coat and thought of mustard so.. Yeah.. I think my favorite is Revolution Revolver. Why? Because it sounds awesome, but he ruins his name by looking very similar to Mustard.. Well, Mr. Tree is amazing, spot on actually, maybe because it looks like a damn tree..

"Who's Goggles Man, Mustard, Revolution Revolver and Mr. Tree?" Mr. Tree asks me, moving his blank face to look at me.

Oh shiiittttt.... What..? I didn't say that out loud...!? What do I say?!!!

"No, you said it in your head, I can read your mind Child.."

"Ooh.. I didn't know that.."

"So who are these people?"

"Uhh.. You guys..?"

He chuckles, "Really? Wow, they sound even better than our actual names.. It makes us sound like we're from a children's show.. Like one Sally would watch when she was younger."

I awkwardly laugh, "Who's Sally?"

"Another pasta, you might be able to meet her."

"How old is she..?"

"12 actually, but literally, 8.. She acts like she's 12 sometimes, which is scary.."

"Oh.. So what's a proxy..?"

"A proxy is a person, demon, etc, that works for me and kills people that.. Well basically annoys us.. But you can't kill without me assigning them to you.. So if you have someone who annoys you, then just tell me and that might be your next mission." It says, chuckling to itself. I nod, thinking of tons of people that I wanted to kill, all those shitty memories that stuck with me for years time just because everyone hated me..

"Well, I have a huge list to request.." I say, smiling and stumbling on a root.

"We're here child." He says, catching me before I fall on my face and damage myself even more. He reaches out with a tentacle and opens the door for me.

I mumble a thanks and 'walk' in, nearly falling on my face, but someone catches me. I thought it was Mr. Tree again, but it wasn't. I pull myself up and awkwardly brush myself off, "Thanks.." I say, looking at the small child..? He was like four feet tall and wore all green, wow.. He must love that color. He had orangey blond hair that was all over the place messy..

The thing that threw me off was his voice, "No problem." He says, nodding to me. His voice was so fucking deep it messed me up so much.. It killed me.. I thought his voice was gonna be high and cute like a normal what, 10 year old would sound like.. But NOOOO, he had to have a deep ass voice that throws me off the track. His name shall officially be Elfie Boi, because he looks like one of Santa's Elves, but with a demonic side..

"So.... Mr. Tree... What's happening?"

"You, Nuthaynielle, will be coming with me." He says, walking down the hall, next to the couch.

I follow him like a child.. Butttt I wasn't right behind him, we were like a yard apart because I'm so damn slow. My crutches are driving me nuts. Elfie Boi waves me goodbye, smiling widely and I roll my eyes, he's gonna be hard to live with.