A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to my first story! Now listen up people, I do not own most of these characters! If you'd like I can tell you which characters are mine at the end of each chapter but you will have to tell me if you want that. Another thing, this is MY story! I can do what I want in it so don't go hating on my work! Also, forgive any grammar mistakes or spelling errors or whatnot, English is not my first language so you can't really blame me. Now, I hope you enjoy the story!

A boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair sighed sadly at his corner desk as he silently observed the rest of the class happily chat about the upcoming Christmas holidays. No one spared even the slightest glance at the boy with light brown eyes filled with sadness. Tony Seroliey. That was his name. Tony. He never really counted his last name for it was the name of his stepfather who despised Tony with his every living fiber. Tony's father had died before he was born his mother said though, Tony couldn't help but feel she was lying. Tony's new dad, Ben Seroliey, was a rather rich man who owned a huge company that sold computers and other electronic stuff. Tony's mother stayed at home and did who knows what.
Tony's eyes shifted to the window to his left and jumped violently when, through the bushes, he saw what looked like a faceless man gazing at him. Tony was about to scream but was interrupted by someone behind him.
"What are you doing Shaggy?" Tony turned to see Mary Lynda, a black haired girl with an ego big enough to feed all of China.
"Nothing." Tony said with a glare. She sniffed indignantly.
"Well you have to be doing something, or Mr. Kimsber will get mad at you." She smirked when Tony glanced at the history teacher then back at her.
"What are you doing then? Standing here talking to me? Why don't you go play with those 14 year old babies you call friends." He grinned triumphantly when she snarled.
"Don't say that about my friends Tony! I see you don't have any." This was a low blow for Tony seeing as it was very true. But really he couldn't be blamed, few could deal with his crazy personality.
"At least my friends aren't idiots."
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Tony sighed again as he watched his mother converse quietly with the vice principal of the high school. Mrs. Linn to Tony's luck, liked him so he wasn't really worried. What he was worried about however was what his father would say later that night, when he returned to his not so homey home. Tony hated his large empty house perhaps more so then the students in his freshman class.
The decorations were richly detailed but held so much glamour that it made Tony want to puke. They never celebrated anything including his own birthday and if Tony so much as asked for something he would be chit in his room the rest of the day.
It wasn't abuse, but it was horrible so Tony always dreaded returning there.
The adults finished talking and Tony's mother approached him with a hard stare.
"Come Tony. Time to go home. And your father will hear about this." Tony sighed and nodded then fallows his mother to the car.
The drive home was silent as both occupants thought about their own things. Tony was contemplating on if he would survive if he ate a spoon full of cinnamon while his mother debated on what she would tell her husband. When they got home Tony was immediately sent to his room for the rest of the evening so that his mother could have some quiet time so Tony shut his door and walked to the window, thinking.
As he peered out into the night, a strange ringing filled his ears and Tony's eyes were drawn to the trees lining the right side of his house. In the dim lighting he could see a very tall man gazing up at his window. It was as if Tony's eyes were glued to the stranger and he could feel his mind focus on him as well as the ringing grew louder in his ears. He felt as if he was falling into a dream of endless black.
Ding-dong!
Tony jumped violently and turned his gaze to the walkway bellow, the strange man completely leaving his mind. Tony couldn't see the guest but that didn't stop him from sneaking out of his room to the second floor balcony to watch his mother open the door.
The man standing there looked to be in his early 20's with short curly hair and side burns stretching down his pale jaw. He had a broad chest and well muscled arms with red leather covering both. He also wore black denim jeans and black tennis shoes.
"May I help you?" The man's bright pricing eyes glanced up and caught sight of Tony. He smiled and looked back to Tony's mother.
"Hello, I'm Jason Mince. I'd like a word with your son Tony." Tony stared with pure shock and so did his mother. This man with a strange accent wanted to talk to him?!
"Tony? Why would you want to speak with him?" Tony's mother asked with a sneer. The man smiled slightly.
"I have an offer for him. It is well payed, and, it would take him off your hands for a nearly a year at a time." This offer planner excited Tony's mom to his displeasure because she smiled.
"I'll call him." She turned ready to call his name but saw Tony standing there.
"Tony! You are supposed to be in your room!" Tony opened his mouth to respond but she continued, "But no matter, this man wants to talk to you." Tony hesitated then nodded and walked down the stairs.
"Is there somewhere private we can talk Tony?" Tony nodded and silently led Jason to the family room. Once the man was in Tony shut the door and sat on the couch opposite Jason.
"So... What do you want?" The young man chuckled.
"You could at least be a bit more polite when asking. But to answer your question, I have a job for you."
"Me? A 14 year old kid with really bad school grades? Me?" Jason smiled and nodded.
"What's the job?"
"Well before I tell you that answer me this, have you ever heard of CreepyPasta?"

So that was the first chapter! Sorry it's short but I type all these on my phone so to me, it looks about twenty times longer then it is. Please review and tell me what you think!