Tale of a Slenderman Proxy_Shadowed Night

Ⓧ Chapter 20 Ⓧ

The dark forest is ever brooding, its foreboding shadow cloaking everything in it. An eerie silence floods the entire area. There is not one sound. No gusts of wind, no crunching twigs, no squeaking animals. Among this wicked darkness is a watching figure that is nested in one of the tall trees. His legs are dangling, though the branch underneath him offers enough support to keep him from going over. His eyes are fixed to the lower parts of the forest beneath him. A pair of shades are held gently by his left hand while his right is resting on the tree for more support. How dull. A thought crosses the observer's mind. "I couldn't live in a setting like this." He whispers to himself.

"How about not living at all?" A voice suddenly hisses above the man. "Tell me, Jax, what exactly are you doing here?" The oddly pitched voice queries. Jax chuckles darkly and grins to himself. "Oh? Watching, obviously. Not much to see, though." This response earns a hiss from Jax's unexpected company. "You stink. Figuratively and literally." The voice is now next to Jax and out of the corner of his eye, he can make out the figure of the doll man, Sadistic Terror. Terror leapt down to Jax's branch, now in a crouching position with his sleeved arm covering his nose. "You knew that... that that wasn't the question I was asking. Well, yes. Yes that was the question but not the right answer. You know what I meant. What are you doing here, demon? Save this realm from your torment. Or at least leave the girl out of it. She's mine." The creature spoke harshly to Jax, his golden gaze burning into him.

A small smirk is spread on Jax's face. His own eyes are still watching the forest ground, waiting for two expected people to be passing through sometime soon. "Well, I don't know what you mean. I was never not of this realm. You're silly to know such things as demons exist yet not know all the information about them." Jax laughs softly and glances over at Terror, his red eyes meeting Terror's. "I cannot enter your mind, even with a living soul you are still not exactly alive. I do not look down on you, so I will use my words to explain some things to you." Jax slips the shades that were in his grasp into his jacket pocket and rests the now free hand onto the branch. He returns his gaze to where he had it assigned earlier. "I was human once. I earned my role as a "demon." There are many ways one can become a demon. All have to start the same, however. First, you must make a deal with a demon. That is what I did. The next part just depends on how possible the situation makes itself to be and then how the mortal goes about it... I, myself, ate the heart of the demon I made a deal with. I technically don't have a right to be in the realm of those demons who were spawned that way." Terror stares at Jax, a puzzled look on his face.

Trying to think of what to say, Terror continues to just stare blankly at Jax. Furrowing his brow, Terror then opens his mouth to speak. Silencing this action quickly, Jax places his pointer finger over his own mouth and hushes him softly with a "Ssshhh." Jax switches his gaze to the gloom below them, watching very intently. Suddenly, voices could be heard. Terror's head perks up and he quickly moves his eyes off of Jax to the voices coming from under them. My lady! Terror's thoughts scream, his attention darting around trying to spot the shadowed figures that would be Night and Jeff. I thought I could smell her scent strongly... I figured it was on Jax since he held her. Terror growled subconsciously with the mental image of Jax holding an unconscious Night.

"All I'm saying is that it's been forever, and my stomach isn't agreeing with no food being in it." Night's voice whines. Terror quickly flips his body around on the branch and hooks his legs over the branch, allowing his body to hang upside down from the branch. He finally spotted the hidden bodies of Night and Jeff. Jeff was walking at a slow pace, Night cradled in his sleeved arms. Terror growls to himself again. Keith, Jax, and Jeff. All have held her. I'm going to have to sanitize her body or something. I refuse to smell them on her. He thinks, keeping his sights on the two. "Same here... but we have to get out of this never-ending hell first. When's the last time you ate? Before leaving Slendy's mansion to get to that rainbow fuckface?" Jeff asked, looking down at Night. A gasp leaves Night's mouth and she brings her hands to her mouth. "Jeff! You didn't call the Slenderman fuckface anymore! Well, you still got to use it in the same sentence, but for someone else. That's progress, I'm so proud!" Night laughs, earning a shake from Jeff's head. "Which, why did you even call him that in the first place? I know I'm scared of him, but... wait... did I fix that? I don't feel the fear I used to when even talking about him. Maybe I fixed that before I lost my memory...?" She looked up at Jeff. An audible humming sound was heard from Jeff and he started to respond, "Maybe. I don't remember anything specific being said about it. Maybe you went and talked to him about it though. Ah... I called him disrespectful names because I don't like being ruled over. Y'see, I'm kinda a rebel." He laughs and Night lets out a 'tch' sound. "I suppose that's a childish way to view it, though, huh? He's just doing what he can to protect us all by setting rules. However, I still think he's a dumbass for letting you die in the first place. If he's so great, he shouldn't have let that happen to one of his proxies." Night was silent after Jeff's explanation.