"So, I Did." : A Creepypasta Fanfiction (Discontinued)

Chapter 9: Childish Antics

Toby drags me to follow the plan. I roll my eyes. He slows to a silent walk. He stands straight behind a tree. I stand against the tree beside him, holding my bat like a golf club.

Literally, are these proxies idiots or what? I take a deep breath.

"Help... me..." I call. My voice catches the wind, making it seem far away. Toby gives me a thumbs up. I roll my eyes.

Our targets look around, before sending two into the forest. They walk right past us into the darker forest. A smirk stretches across my face.

Hoodie and Masky move in on the other two targets. I silently run behind our targets, Toby following in suite. My smirk grows as an almost silent scream reaches my ears.

I silently tackle one of the men, his voice muffled by my hand. Toby jumps off me, chopping the other targets' head clean off. I look down at my target. I freeze.

He looks exactly like... Lyro. I groan in anger. I grab my bat and bash this man's head in with one swing.

"No one is allowed to look like my brother, except for my brother. I hope you rot in hell." I growl quietly. I stand up, jolting.

Toby looks over at me, eyes furrowed in confusion. I smile weakly, though he can't see it.

"What's wrong?" He asks. I shake my shoulders.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I answer, grabbing my victim's body. I drag him past Toby and into the clearing of their little campsite.

Masky and Hoodie look up at me. I throw my victim into the pile. Toby drags his behind him. I grab my matches, pulling a bottle of gasoline out of my backpack. I pour it on the bodies, lighting the match.

I smile, dropping the match. I watch the bodies be engulfed in flames. We watch the fire until it is embers.

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I roll up the tent, pushing it into my backpack. I stomp the last of the embers under my foot. I smile, slipping my fingers under my backpack straps.

I stop on the front steps, collecting myself. I bring my face into a pokerface. I open the door, walking inside. I walk past everyone, walking upstairs. I throw my backpack into the closet, taking off my mask. I leave my goggles on. I take my heavy bat holster off my back, throwing it into the closet.

I sigh, flopping onto my bed. I close my eyes, kicking my feet up against the wall. I quickly hear a throat clear. I lazily look up. A red faced Tam is standing beside my bed, her hair tangled and her shirt wrinkled. I cough, stifling laughter. I take a deep breath. Bryn is nowhere to be found.

"Did I...?" I ask, amused. She crosses her arms, nodding angrily. I smirk, placing my arms behind my head. "Whoops..."

"Ughh!" Tam groans, storming out. I lay back, soon falling asleep.

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I sit up, holding my head. The voices start whispering. I narrow my eyes, pulling on my mask. I grab my bat, twirling it around my room like a baton. I smile, throwing it onto my bed. I leave the room.

I walk down the stairs, tripping. I go cascading down the stairs, slamming into someone. I hold myself over them. I open my eyes. Toby is stunned, before smiling.

"Hi, Jack!" He shouts happily. My stomach starts to swirl, my face heating up.

"Uh, hi?" I ask. He laughs, before stopping abruptly.

"You mind, uh, moving your leg?" He asks. I blink twice, becoming concious of where my leg is. My eyes widen. I quickly shove myself off him, standing up. I cough, covering my face. I take a deep breath, calming myself.

"So, uh, you okay?" Toby asks. I turn around, crossing my arms. My eyes widen.

He sits on the ground, looking like a child. One of his sleeves slide off his shoulder, his mask lazily rests around his neck. His goggles are crooked on his head. I nod, looking away.

I hear a laugh escape his mouth. I look over at him, smiling. Toby walks over, taking my mask and goggles. My eyes widen. He holds them over my short figure.

"Toby! Give 'em back!" I yell, jumping up to reach them. I frown, looking up at him. "Why are you so tall!?"

"Actually, you are just short." He explains. I cross my arms, staring at him. His face is pulled into a lazy smirk. We stare into each other's eyes. I suddenly grab his shirt, pulling his face close to mine.

He stops, flustered. I smirk, grabbing my gear. I pull it on, pushing his face back. I smirk. He looks back at me.

"That's not fair!" He shouts. I smirk, crossing my arms. I shrug, walking over to him. A childish thought crosses my mind.

"Tag! You're it!" I yell. I run off. He laughs, chasing me. I laugh, him running after me. I run past Tam and Bryn. They look at me, shocked.

"Tag!" Toby shouts as he touches my shoulder. I run after him, taking him to the ground. I hold myself over him.

"Tag." I tease. He pouts. I roll my eyes, climbing off him.

"Since when do you play games?" Tam asks, raising an eyebrow. I blink, realizing what I just did. I quickly stand up. I clear my throat.

"I haven't a clue what you are talking about." I answer, smirking under my gear.

I reach over touching Tam. I look her dead in the eyes.

"Tag!" I yell, running off. Her eyes widen and she quickly bolts after me. I squeal in a mix of fear and excitement.

Soon, everyone in the house was twisted into a game of tag. When Slenderman arrived, he watched his children happily play the child's game.

He quietly chuckled to himself before retreating to his office.