Dream Come True (a creepypasta fanfic) [Edited]

Chapter 8- Troubles

Hey guys, i changed a lot what Laughing Jack did to her. 

(Edited)

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I was next to the front door, leaned against the wall, thinking about stupid stuff when i heard footsteps heading towards the mansion. 

My hand automatically went to my hoody pocket and i grabbed my special knife, but decided to keep it in my hoody pocket.

 I looked in the direction where i heard the footsteps, curious as to who is near the mansion and why they are here.

Maybe it's a human that i can kill.

Maybe it's Zalgo's recruits.

Then i saw who it was, he had orange goggles and a mouth cloth.

 I know the creepypastas too well to know it's Ticci Toby.

 I hope Slenderman had told him about me, but i'm about to find out.

 I was looking at the ground because i hate people that stare at me, so i don't stare at people, but i  kept my hand on my knife.

 I could feel his eyes on me.

 I really hope Slender hadn't forgot to tell him about me. Maybe he is just curious? I don't know.

 I see him approach me carefully, as if seeing if i'll attack him or not. At this point i look up to him, with absolute no fear in my eyes. I'm not going to look weak in front of him.

That and i'm really not afraid of him.

"Hello, what are you doing here?" I heard him ask, well, at least he didn't attack me. That's good, right?

"I live here. I'm Deadly Jenny, and you are?" I asked him giving a hand for him to shake, but i keep my other hand in my hoody pocket just in case.

 I already know who he is but, why not? Just to see if he doesn't lie about that.

 Although that's a stupid thing to do considering that if he does lie, i will find out his name in about 2 minutes and know i can't trust him. But, oh well. You never know...

"I'm Ticci Toby. Slenderman called me here." He said shaking my hand carefully. 

"Oh, so, you're his proxy?" I asked just making sure. For what i heard them say he is.

Before i could even blink he grabbed my neck in a choking hold, choking me a little. 

He gritted his teeth. To be honest, he looked like a total different person.

What is he, bipolar? Or does he have a double or multiple personality disorder? One of them he has, for sure, his body language changed out of the blue, and that's an impossible thing to do unless you have those disorders.

"Don't Call Me That Ever Again!" I was starting to get upset but i kept my demeanor calm, i wasn't afraid, i mean, come on.

"Okay, okay, geez. I didn't know, now take your arm off my neck!" I said normally, raising my arms as if in surrender, abandoning my knife.

He hesitated a bit but didn't take it so i gritted my teeth and repeated to him.

"Take your hand off my neck before i hurt you!" I said, trying not to be rude. 

Hah, as if i was afraid, if he does anything, i'll kick his ass and then the rest of the guys in the mansion will finish for me, specially Jeff. But i don't want to be a foe to this guy, we just had a bad start.