Beginning of the End

Chapter Ten

Masky stood next to Slender, back straight and facing forward. He was the proxy Slender chose to bring with him to the observer meeting, and frankly he’s taking this as a high honor. Blue eyes looked around the meeting room, where Slender, his brothers, Pencilneck, and a few he didn’t quite recognize were conversing. He glanced towards the other proxies standing in a line next to him. He only could recall the names of a view of them, Bloody Painter being one of them. The door opened and in walked a man he definitely didn’t recognise.
This man had tanned skin and black hair with a sturdy build. Horns oddly similar to a burnt goat protruded from his head, and red eyes seemed to glow eerily. Masky noticed he seemed to have mouths on his hands, and his eyebrow raised. That is, until, the mouth on his hand opened.

“So sorry for being late, I had a few issues I needed to settle.” The mouth said, and it seemed to grin. Slender grew slightly more hostile.

“That is no excuse for anything. However, sit down so we may discuss what exactly is going on, Zalgo.”

Masky’s eyes widened in surprise. Whenever Slender mentioned Zalgo he imagined this grotesque demon, anything but what actually showed up. Zalgo sat down in the only empty seat, and his proxy walked over to stand in toe with the others. Masky swore there was something familiar with that proxy.

Gray skinned and obviously a demon of some sort, but what he was wearing seemed familiar. Blue and a grayed down black striped hoodie, orange shirt, and jeans. He wore glasses to, despite not really needing them if he were in fact a demon. But something inside Masky screamed at him to beat the living daylights of of this new proxy. He shook it off though.

“So, now that we are all here. I must bring important topics to light,” Slender sat a little bit straighter, his hands folding in front of him, “On the issue of the assigned territories. Is there something the matter with the borders, Zalgo? Because your proxies seem to be constantly entertaining the idea of crossing them.” Slender said pointedly, and this caught Masky’s attention. Zalgo raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll answer your question with another. Do you really believe my proxies would behave out of turn?”

“That is not the question Zalgo, and you know it.” Slender sighed, and Masky noted that the being seemed annoyed. “So let me rephrase. What issue do you have with specifically me? Why are you telling your proxies to attack mine?”

“Oh, Oh that? Well, simple really. Why not? I mean, Humans are so expendable now a days,there breeding like wild rabbits and its… unsightly. So, why not assist you with your jobs?” Zalgo asked, his voice darkening.

“As much as I hate to admit it Zalgo. But humans are needed on this Earth we can’t just kill all of them!” Slender stood up, ‘looking’ and the black haired observer, “At this point in time Humanity is the only way this planet will continue to live. And do you want to die as well Zalgo? Or is your disdain for human life enough motive to indulge into a suicide mission??!”

Masky flinched faintly at Slender yelling. He understood that observers were not quite human, but that doesn’t mean they should be able to control humanity or feel like they should. He looked again at the other proxies, to which they were all looking at one another. One question hung in the air.

    ‘What is he planning?’

The new proxy stood still, as if he was not breathing. Masky looked back at the observers, and continued to listen to what they were discussing.

“Who are you to yell at me, Slender?” Zalgo asked, crossing his arms, “You say this as if you are some saint that is only here to protect those in need. Newsflash, dumbass. You’re not. The only person who comes close to being that virtuous is Pencilneck.”
   
    Slender sat back down, and looked at Zalgo as he continued to speak.
   
    “And also, your claim that the world needs humanity is flat out bullshit. Which species has destroyed the Earth you so desperately try to claim they save? Humanity. Which species destroyed half the earth in a war over imperialism? Twice? Humanity,” Zalgo ran his non-speaking hand through his hair. Masky wondered why he wasn’t using his normal mouth to talk.
“You out of anyone shouldn’t judge based of past mistakes. So. This entire thing is about me wanting to keep this planet running? Or is it something more pretty than my worldview?” Slender snapped, and Pencilneck stood up.