This story is not going to be finished ever guys, read "Sorry Friends" for more information as to why this is.

MAJOR WARNING: I wrote this when I was in a VERY bad place of mind. I DON'T suggest reading this unless you truly are not affected by books, and if you aren't gonna think of doing violent actions to yourself. With saying that,this book has many triggers. Drinking, pills, self harm, rejection. This description is the only warning because I don't know how to change the order of chapters. I'm only posting this because I've moved on from that state, and things have gotten way better now. There's your warning, please let it soak in before reading.

The quiet, to be feared, number one proxy, Masky has been struggling with his sexuality for years now, and it's taking a toll on his health. He is greatly looking forward to the annual creepypasta vacation with his best friend Hoodie until Slenderman demands he stay and train his own personal pain in the arse... Fellow co-worker of 17, Toby, to the utter joy (sarcasm) of the 26 year old man. But what do they say? Time flies when you're having fun.