Painted Smile(Discontinued)

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"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow,' I listened to the children sing as they entered The Black Forest. I chuckled "Nathan, I'm scared,' whimpered the little girl, clenching her teddy bear tightly to her chest.

I sneered, thinking it was sick of Zalgo assigning me this job.

'Don't be suck a yippee, Jane,' the boy, Nathan, laughed at his little sister. I clenched my camera close as I stayed hidden behind my tree. I looked slightly over to the walking kids and noticed their features. Jane was obviously about five and Nathan looked about seven. My brother's age...Before father killed him.

A loud sound came out of nowhere causing me to snap out of my thoughts and look at Jane and Nathan. I gasped at the sight. Both of them, gone, mutilated, in front of me. Jane's teddy bear flew beside me and I looked down at it and picked it up. Blood was everywhere on the bear.

I threw the bear in my bag and looked at the scene. There he was. The Slenderman. I got up all my courage and started walking toward the faceless figure. I slowly turned on my camera and aimed. His attention then went to me making me smirk. 'Smile,' I said before snapping a picture and running. I threw it in my bag. I heard him start teleporting behind me.

I just ran when suddenly he teleported in front of me, tendrils out. I dived in between his legs and sprinted to my feet and went to him. Static filled my ears but Zalgo taught me how to cope with that. even gave me a camera that never went staticy. I then heard branches snap all around me. Three boys ran out and started chasing me. Masky, Hoodie, and Ticci Toby. I panted slightly as I ran.

Dammit. I didn't expect his proxies to be here.

the oldest one, Tim (Masky). tried to tackle me but I jumped out of the way just in time making him fly dead into a rock. he soon got up and started chasing me. hoodie tried to do the same but missed me by an inch. Shit. he grabbed my back and made me fall and I screamed out. they tried to hold me down. I thrasjed with all my might until I remembered. The whistle. With difficulty I retch into my bag and pulled out a cold whistle.

I put it to my lips and blew fast and hard. it was ear piercing. Even for me. They fell off of my covering their ears and I jumped up. I ran again, knowing it probably hurt them all except. Oh no.

Toby came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm, his hatchet raised high. I kicked him off of me and ran. I jumped off of a small cliff and thankfully landed on the other side. I threw my bag over and climbed up. suddenly excruciating pain went through my leg and I screamed. Falling was the easy part. Toby's rusty hatchet was deep in my leg.

I half cried after pulling it out and saw the proxies jump the cliff. I ran half skipped to the end of that part when I seen my stone. Yes! It made me hop along faster. I retch out when my fingers collided I looked back. 'Toby, no!" Tim screamed as Toby went for another tackle. the last thing I seen before disappearing was Toby landing face first into pure rock.

I panted as I brought myself to Zalgo's pit. I laid my items in front of him, including my camera.

'Ah, there you are, Blue, I was beginning to worry about my precious proxy,' Zalgo's deep demonic voice rang from behind me. I looked at him and gave him a slight smile before bowing. 'I'm sorry I'm late, master, the proxies-' my voice trailed off. 'I see,' he said and gathered my items. he gave his usual lecture to me and I just listened wordlessly.

I nod, as always and started back to my room when he lightly grabbed my arm. I looked at him wide eyed. He smirked. 'Keep an eye on that leg, Blueebony,' he said, handing me some wrap and rub on alcohol. I nod and limped to my room. I sat on my bed and pulled up my pants leg. I glared at the wound before getting some cotton balls and some water.

I cleaned the blood from around the cut, wincing slightly. I then took a deep breath and got the alcohol. I poured it on the wound and bit my sleeve hard to keep from screaming. 'fuck this hurts!" I thoughts as I wrapped the wrap tightly around my leg. I clipped it and laid face down. I moved to where I could breathe and thought about what happen.

I was never part of the 'good' ones. Taken in by Zalgo at a young age didn't really help either. The more I grew, the more proxies in seen go and never come back. Some killed right in front of me. I was destined for the intended fate though. Nothing can save me and sure as Hell not now. I slowly closed  my eyes and fell asleep. a foggy wasteland here, dreams are. nothing but dead. Just like my life. Breathing. But not yet alive. Dead.