Masks Off (Proxies X Reader)

Chapter 7

!!TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF R*PE!!

Y/N's POV

Y/n and Masky walked into the dark office. She scanned the room for signs of life, and she felt her heart stop. Sitting at the desk was a pale white creature, similar to Offenderman, whose face was completely wiped of features. He had long sharpened claws for hands, and he was wearing a coal-black business suit... How many of these things existed??

"I have Y/n." Masky nodded. The creature looked up, and Y/n could feel his piercing stare deep in her soul. How was that even possible... He didn't have any eyes.

"Thank you, Tim. You may go." His voice was deeper than anybody's she'd heard before, but that went unnoticed as she had finally learned Masky's real name.

"Tim, huh?" Y/n smirked at him. He growled menacingly at her and promptly left the room right after the encounter, slamming the door harshly behind him.

"Abstain from calling him that, Miss Y/n... He does not like to be reminded of his history."

"What do you mean?" She asked, cautiously seating herself in a chair across from his office.

"Never mind that... I understand you must be bewildered and frightened, but I will clarify everything." He told her. "My name is Slenderman, but you may call me Slender, or Boss, or whatever you prefer. I am the moderator of this estate, along with my brothers Trenderman, Splendorman, and Offenderman, also known as Trender, Splendor, and Offender." He explained.

'Wait a minute, he was related to that pervert who tried to assault me!? THAT'S why that sick fuck said 'his brother's' mansion!'

"That Offender shitstain tried to FUCKING R*PE ME last night! I was lucky enough to have Hoodie, Masky and Toby come to my rescue, as much as they probably hated it!" Y/n spat angrily. Slender sighed, shaking his head.

"I am... Truthfully very sorry about my brother. Entrust me when I say that he will be confronting the consequences of his actions; he has before, and this time it will be increasingly discouraging and painful..." His voice was devoid and dark, letting her know that he was serious. "...As for those three, whatever you may think of them, they have grown rather connected to you over the months I have told them to supervise you."

Y/n cleared her throat. "Okay so, my first question... Why did you choose to go after me? Out of everybody in the world, every girl... Why me?"

"...I spotted you one day, outside of school, taking on one student after another in what appeared to be some sort of combat ring. You were vicious, brutal, callous, and heartless... I saw something special in you. Something that would lead to an unimaginable killer."

"But I don't wanna kill people! That's insane!" She protested, gripping the edge of the leather seat.

"But you loved battering those students, correct?" He had a good point; she couldn't argue with that.

"Yes, but only because they screwed with the wrong girl."

"So, how about we make a deal?" Slender folded his hands together, setting them gently on his desk.

"What kind of deal?" Y/n inquired.

"My proxies, Toby, Tim, and Brian will train you how to slaughter, but you will only kill people who are on our 'truly evil' hitlist... For example; r*pists, bullies, abusers, so on and so forth." He explained. That did sound a bit tempting to her; she could never dream of hurting the innocent. But those kinds of people made her stomach churn with feelings she couldn't describe. 

Some sort of deep, inner hatred...

"Fine, it's a deal."

Y/n and Slender shook hands; his cold hand made her shiver, but as soon as she pulled away, she felt something suddenly start stirring deep inside of her soul...

Determination.

Confidence.

Excitement.

Anger.

"So, when do we start my training?" Y/n smirked, eager to get started.

"Whenever you'd like; just be sure to tell my proxies when you want to begin."

"When my training is done, will I... Will I become one of your proxies?" Y/n asked.

"Yes." He replied, nodding. She smirked, knowing that it could be fun if she looked at the bright side. "For now though, go mingle with the Creepypastas."

"The... what now?" She had to hold herself back from snickering.

"We are called the Creepypastas by the media. This manor is filled with twenty-four, including you, associates of mine. Some others live in different areas in this forest, but we all reside somewhere in this forest." Slender informed her.

"Oh, um.. cool?" She chuckled a bit. "So, it's a house full of murderers...?"

"Yes."

"Okay, maybe it won't be as bad if I'm training to become one... They won't hurt me, will they?"

"Absolutely not. We are a family here. If even one individual in this estate harms another on purpose, they are severely penalized... Hence why Offender will face the consequences of his actions, even if he wasn't aware that you were crucial to me."

Y/n nodded, starting to feel a little better.

"You may go, Y/n... It was a pleasure to meet you." He told her. She nodded in thanks and stood up, walking towards the door. "Likewise, Boss."

Y/n exited the room and leaned back against the door, taking in some deep breaths. A wide smirk with evil intentions made its way onto her face. She had always wondered what it felt like to kill somebody; hadn't everyone? To feel the blood of somebody else trickle down your skin, the smell of death, and the feeling of plunging a knife deep into the limbs of someone you hate...

Y/n was going to teach evil people an evil lesson; she could hardly wait.