Hello everyone! I'm KrimsonEnd13 or just Krim and welcome to… this book! Scar! Now like it says in the summary, this is a twist off my own story called Scared. A reviewer called Matt pointed out to me that Tony should have just ran away or something instead of accepting the job offered to him by Jason. It gave me an idea for a new angle and I decided to try it out.

Now Note: This story is based off of something that has been planned to be revealed later in the Scared story. That is why Matt's comment gave me the idea so, if you wish to not have spoilers to the Scared story then I recommend waiting till the other story is done before reading this one. However you do not have to read Scared to read this one.

I do hope that you enjoy!

The home of Mr and Mrs Seroliey was definitely not the first place you look when you need a friend or someone to talk to. Mrs Seroliey was mean and strict, and always had an opinion. Her husband was even more so, especially when it came to his work. Neither adults held much love in their hearts either. This meant that 14 year old Tony Seroliey was shunted into his room all day and everyday when he wasn't at school.

The teen didn't complain. He knew other kids had it worst than he but, the blond couldn't help but feel that his life could be so much better. At school he didn't have any friends, mostly because they couldn't deal with his strange personality, and he was rather slow when it came to thinking through stuff. At home he was locked in his room where all he could do was homework and stare out the large window. Life was dull for him. Or at least it was until one certain man knocked on the door.

Tony had gotten in trouble at school that day so as soon as he got home he prepared to die at the hands of his father. The teen now stared out of the window, wondering what kind of flowers would be at his funeral when he saw something. A very tall man in what appeared to be a suit was standing in the trees to the left of Tony's house. The teen's eyes were locked onto him and didn't even stray when loud rigging started in his ears.

Ding Dong!

Tony jumped and looked around, the suited man completely leaving his mind. His father didn't return for at least another 15 minutes so Tony had no idea who could be at the door. Quickly, Tony's curiosity won him over so the teen pushed himself away from the window and left the bedroom.

Cautiously, Tony walked along the hallway until he reached a balcony that looked down on the entry hall and front door. Mrs Seroliey was already at the door and talking to the man.

The man himself had short, curly brown hair with side burns going down his jaw. He had a broad chest and well muscled arms with a red leather jacket covering his upper half. His legs were hidden behind black denim jeans and his shoes looked like new tennis shoes.

"May I help you? Tony's mother asked sternly. The newcomers bright eyes moved up and saw Tony. He smiled slightly then returned his gaze to his mother.

"Hello, I'm Jason Mince. I'd like a word with your son, Tony." The teen and his mom were both startled that his guy actually wanted to speak with him, not to mention the strange accent he spoke in.

"Tony? Why would you want to speak with him?" Mrs Seroliey asked with a sneer. Jason smiled.

"I have a job offer. It's well payed and would take him off your hands for nearly a year at a time." it seemed the offer excited Tony's mom.

"I'll call him." she turned to yell Tony's name up the stairs but was startled to see him already there. "Tony! You are supposed to be in your room! But no matter, this man wants to talk to you." The teen hesitated then nodded and walked down the stairs.

"Is there somewhere private we could talk?" Jason asked and Tony nodded before silently leading him into the family room. Once the door was shut and Tony had taken a seat across from Jason, he spoke.

"So… what do you want?" Tony said shortly. Jason chuckled.

"You could be a bit more polite, but to answer your question, I have a job offer." Tony nodded, signalling he already knew that.

"But why? I'm 14 and have really bad school grades. Why me?" Jason just shrugged. "What's the job?"

"Well before I answer that tell me this, do you know what CreepyPasta is?" Tony blinked.

"No. What is it, Spaghetti with eyeballs in it?" Jason sighed and shook his head so, feeling he did something wrong, Tony puffed out his chest. "Well why don't you tell me then!?" once again Jason sighed.

"CreepyPasta is a group of fictional killers. Most are under the lead of Slender man, you know who that is right?" Tony nodded and smiled slightly. He was a pro at the game. "Yes well Slender Man is real. A real living and killing being. And he doesn't work alone. Over the years people have made their own fictional characters that are known as proxy under Slender, but what they aren't aware of is, that these characters that came to them in a dream, are real. Well some of them at least."

"Hold on, hold on." Tony interrupted. "You're telling me that some people had some jacked up dream and made a character out of it?" Jason gave him a look.

"Of all the things I told you, that's what you ask about?" Tony shrugged.

"Sue me." Jason rolled his eyes and continued explaining.

"Characters made such as Ticci-Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Eyeless Jack, and Laughing Jack. All of them are real. We at base think there are more but as far as we are aware those are the only ones."

"Well those are weird names. And base?" Jason nodded.

"That's why I've come. I as well as my colleagues work in an organization called I.C.O.D.E.T.S.P. It stands for 'Info Collecting Organization Depicting Events Threatening to Society Protection' but since it's so bloody long we call it CPH."

"And what's that stand for?"

"No idea but it works. Anyway we work to hunt down and collect information on Slender Man and his Proxy. We need you to help." Tony blinked.

"Wait what? Look if what you are saying is true and Slender Man is real as well as all those… weirdos, you are basically asking me to risk my life. A 14 year old with no skills whatsoever." He laughed a little to himself. "Look my life sucks and all but I'm not gonna leave it with some stranger and possibly risk my life. No sir! Maybe you should get checked out to a doctor or something Mr Mince." Tony saw a brief flash of hurt in Jason's eyes but then sternness filled them. An all too familiar sight.

"Look Tony we would prefer you come. There is another boy there your age so there is at least the offer of a friend. There is also the offer of adventure and travel around the world." The traveling part didn't interest Tony but the friend part sure did. But then something came to Tony's mind.

"Hold on… you can't of just randomly came to me to offer a job. There is a reason. And how could you know that the offer of a possible friend would tempt me? No no no… this isn't right." Tony got to his feet and Jason did as well.

"Tony wait-"

"Nope! I didn't waste a lot of thinking on this! I'm not accepting this offer no matter what you say! Give it to some other poor soul! And get out of my life." Tony then turned and walked out of the room.

"Gosh," he muttered on his trek back upstairs. "only know him for what, five minutes? And I'm already telling him to get out of my life. Heh, wish I could say that to dear old step dad." Tony smiled sadly and entered his room. The teen then walked over to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer, where underneath a few socks and underpants, lied a framed photo of a man and a woman. The lady was a 15 year younger Mrs Seroliey on her wedding day. On the left side of her was a handsome blonde man, with high cheekbones and a thin face. His eyes were dark but full of life and happiness. So were his wife's. This man, was Carter Trac. Tony's birth dad.

Mrs Seroliey had told Tony that Carter died whilst doing his work but Tony didn't exactly believe her.

Tony wasn't a teen when he finally asked his mother what happened to 'daddy'. He could remember that day quite well actually.

"Mommy?" she sighed.

"Tony?" the 6 year old wrung hands hands together.

"What happened to daddy? The one I don't know?" Mrs Seroliey went stiff for a moment before glancing to the office where her husband sat at the computer, working. She then turned a stern eye to her blond son, who resembled her late husband almost unnaturally.

"He had an accident at work. There is nothing more to it."

"But mommy… dad said that daddy was… stupid and he… hurt himself." young Tony turned confused eyes up to his mother. "What did dad mean?"

Now, even if Mrs Seroliey wasn't fond of her son, she still cared deeply about what her current husband said to him. This, Tony felt, explained slightly why she actually picked him up and placed him in her lap.

"Carter did no such thing. He was very smart and worked to help people. To make them better. There was an accident with one of the machines and it released something harmful into the air." The boy's brows furrowed.

"Like air freshener?" This brought a very small smile to his mother's lips but her eyes were hardened.

"Well now, your room is so messy that it requires some freshening so you best not complain!" Tony ducked his head.

"Yes mommy."

The teen Tony shook his head and wiped a small tear from his eyes. Those were better days. Days when he was young. He gently placed the photo back in the drawer and closed it before moving to the window. Now as he looked down into the lawn and bushes below, he remembered seeing a very tall man in a suit standing just over in the trees. Straining his eyes, Tony attempted to see through the shadows and spot anyone there currently. No one. But he had been sure a guy with a suit had been there!

"Huh… should I go out and take a look? Has that Jason bloke even left yet?" Tony pushed himself away from the window and walked out of his room to the second floor balcony. At the front door stood his mother and Jason once again.

"Do try to convince him please." Jason was saying. Mrs Seroliey scoffed.

"Convince him!?" Come tomorrow and he will be ready to leave." Jason looked a little sad at her words but nodded then left through the open door. Tony's mom closed it then promptly walked to the kitchen. The teen hesitated, then followed Jason outside. Tony made sure to stay in the shadows and followed Jason at a distance as he walked down the drive. The teen watched Jason get the keys from his pocket, put them in the door, and get smacked in the back of the head with something long and black as ink.

Jason's body flew forward and smacked hard into the car and his head smashed very hard on the roof. Tony leaped backward and nearly screamed. Blood was rapidly spilling from Jason's head. The teen attempted to turn and run back into the house but found himself stopped by the python thick black thing wrapped around his torso. He screamed, but a large white hand pressed over his mouth. He was lifted up off the floor and held nearly six feet higher in the air. His eyes widened at the sight of Jason's mutilated corpse on the car hood. He tried to scream again, but the hand pressed even harder and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something white appear and lean close to his ear.

"It seems young Jason ruined my plan. Looks like I'm taking you sooner than expected." A chilling voice whispered, before Tony's world went black.

Note: Jason's death was literally a spur of the moment! That wasn't actually planned or even really intended but as I wrote it, I realized it helps build later plot. So anyway, I hope you like this idea and continue reading. Please tell me what you think and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day! Or night...