Okay, this is my first creepypasta fanfiction. If it's complete shit, I'm sorry I disappoint you. If not, then enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, or any of the other creepypastas mentioned in this fanfiction. The only ones I own are Avery, the random people described/presented through the story, and an extra proxy you'll come to know as Medic. Other than that, I own nothing else in this fanfiction.

WARNING: This contains shounen ai and violence (whether it's graphic or disturbing, you'll be the judge of that). If you don't like any of these things, don't read. If you do, enjoy.

EXTRA WARNING: If you hate Gary Stues (the male version of a Mary Sue) you will be a little annoyed during the first part of this chapter. Please bare with me. You'll understand why as you read through the chapter. Also, it's been a while since I watched Marble Hornets so if I get some of the settings messed up, I'm sorry. Point it out to me and I will fix it.

Two minutes before the final bell rings, students anxiously watch the clock in their Chemistry classroom to tell them it's time to leave. Their middle-aged teacher drawls on about a new theory he introduced to them an hour earlier. It's evident on most of their faces that they could really care less for what the man was telling them. The information was either tuned out or passing over their heads. Of course, there were a handful of students eager to listen to their teacher and instinctively took notes over everything he said. One of whom was a boy at the very front who dressed quite nicely for a 17-year-old. His white dress shirt was rarely unbuttoned, his black tie always knotted tightly to his neck. Always he wore black trousers and a red sweater or coat during the fall and winter seasons.

This student was named Avery. He was a close favourite to most teachers because he always did his homework, took notes during class, and almost always completed an assignment on time. Such diligence and effort earned him excellent grades and kind little notes on some of his papers. His teachers knew his parents were very proud of him and expected great things of him in the future.

Although Avery often had his nose buried in a book or a class assignment in front of him, he had a very decent social life. He wasn't popular like the jocks and cheerleaders but he had many friends at school. It was mainly due to his warm smile and need to help out those who struggled that made him approachable. Avery never met a stranger, always making friends with those he first meets. There was an air about him that made people around him want to speak with him.

However, with such an abundance of friends around him, Avery often refused to hang out or do anything with his classmates. He would tell them that he had to study for a test in one of his classes or there was a lot of homework he needed to complete. Even on weekends or holidays, Avery was rarely seen in town. His friends assumed the teenager was cooped up in his room, studying or reading up on one of his favourite novels.

The bell finally rang, interrupting the Chemistry teacher mid-sentence. He informed the class that they would continue the lesson the following day, his words not reaching the students as they rushed out of the room. Avery sat in his desk and patiently put his notes away before exiting the classroom.

As soon as he walked out of the building, a boy with brown, shoulder-length hair ran up to Avery. He wore a navy blue long-sleeved shirt underneath a grey T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. Avery smiled at seeing his good friend, Trevor. They didn't have but one or two classes together so they only had before and after school to talk.

"Hey, did you get Mr. Guiles's notes today?" Trevor asked.

"Of course!" Avery answered cheerfully, "Do you need to copy them down tonight?"

"Yeah..." Trevor gave him a sheepish grin. "If you don't mind..."

"Don't worry about it! I'd be happy to lend you my notes! Just return them tomorrow morning so I can finish the rest."

"There's more?"

"Yes. Didn't you hear Mr. Guiles say we had to continue them tomorrow?"

Trevor groaned, the thought of writing so much about Chemistry ruining his good mood. Avery gave him a sympathetic grin and pushed a lock of his dark hair out of his face before pulling out his notes.

The two walked home together, chatting about the day's events. Besides an update on a rumor that a freshman was possibly pregnant, not much had happened that day. They soon approached the street Trevor lived on, Avery departing from his friend to walk across the road.

Unlike many of his classmates, Avery didn't live within his small town. From what he had described, he lived near the woods that surrounded their town. Since Avery never bothered to bring guests over, none of his classmates ever tried looking for his house. There was also no use in calling him since he never carried a cell phone or gave anyone the number to his house phone.

There was very little Avery's classmates knew about his home life. The only thing they could get out of him was that he lived with his father, who won custody over him after his parents divorced. After the divorce, he never saw his mother again. He eventually got over this and accepted that some families don't always stay together. He also mentioned having several cousins that often came over.

Although Avery always has a smile on his face and represents every teacher's dream student, there was more to him than what anyone could possibly imagine. Not one of his teachers or classmates could fathom what Avery was really like once he left school and entered Rosswood Park.

As he calmly walked to the rear of the park, his soft smile slowly melted into a hard frown. His pale brown eyes that seemed to be full of happiness narrowed in annoyance. To anyone that passed by, they could clearly tell that the teenager was irritated.

"Fucking slacker," Avery muttered to himself. His voice, normally sweet and gentle when around his classmates, was now bitter. "The only reason you approached me was for my damn notes. You were too busy day dreaming to write down your own mediocre shit."

Avery never liked Trevor. He didn't like anyone, to be honest. Whether it was the teachers, students, his own friends, or even a citizen of the town he resided in, Avery despised everyone. There were many reasons why he hated people, the main one being because they were humans. For as long as he could remember, Avery's always hated the human race and always blamed the world's problems on them. Even though he too is a human, he hates the fact that he was born into this race.

Avery stepped into the woods at the rear of Rosswood Park and walked along one of its many trails. Not very many of his classmates came to this part of the park. On most days, it was the occasional jogger that Avery would see on his walk. He never worried over getting lost in the woods despite the poor maintenance of the trails. He had remembered each by heart, taking note over which one will lead him around in circles, or take him back to the park.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, Avery stepped off the trails and went behind some trees. He made sure there was no one around before making his way to a white tunnel. It seemed so random sitting off away from the trail. Most people overlooked it due to the trees and thick bushes along the trail. It was a very curious thing that made some want to venture closer to it. However, very few ever saw what was on the other side.

Again, Avery looked around cautiously before stepping into the tunnel. As he made it halfway through, a dark aura began to slowly creep up on him. What would normally send most running in the other direction barely fazed Avery. It's a tingling feeling he's more than used to by now.

Avery exited the tunnel and continued walking forward into a group of trees. After stepping around them, he came to what he could describe as his home. It was a big house that was painted grey with shingles a much darker shade of grey. Inside were many rooms, most belonging to the residents of the house. Several trees grew around or even onto the house, always looking dead whether it was spring or autumn.

As you may have guessed, Avery and his father weren't the only ones living in the house. And, you may have realized, there was more to Avery's private life than he made his classmates believe.

For starters, Avery doesn't have parents. Not anymore, at least. Nothing bad happened to them either except that they no longer have Avery to claim as their son. The reason being was because Avery was forced to serve under the creature that killed his older brother. After watching the thing destroy his sibling until he was unrecognizable, Avery had pleaded with it to not do the same to him. One of his pleas were that he would do anything the creature wanted him to, even if he didn't like it. It eventually decided to test Avery out to see if he would live up to his word.

Now, seven years later, Avery is a loyal proxy to the being known as Slenderman. He did live up to his words and obeyed Slenderman's every command. He terrorized random citizens in his town, helped lure small children into the woods, and killed those who Slender believed needed to perish. All these things were uncomfortable to him in the beginning but he gradually became used to such orders.

However, despite Avery's undying loyalty to Slenderman, he was still very much afraid of his master. He had seen the things Slender would do when provoked and hoped to never give him a reason to be angry with him. Avery, as well as any proxy, knows full well that his master can get rid of him just because he feels like it. So, to ensure that he at least doesn't give a reason for his master to kill him, Avery does everything Slenderman tells him.

Even though Avery has a strong hatred for humans, he gets along fairly well with the other proxies. It's partly due to them being in the same situation as him. Almost everyone who follows Slenderman had either been specifically chosen or forced in some way to become his proxy. A very selected few had willingly joined him because they felt their skills would benefit him in some way, or wouldn't put up much of a fight when asked.

While serving under Slender, he can decide whether to keep you "awake" or "asleep." Meaning, if he feels you've served your purpose at the moment, he'll let you be your regular, oblivious self until he needs you again. This often leads to extreme confusion because of the time-lapse between you becoming a proxy, and then reverting back to your regular self. This happens to about half of the proxies Slender controls. Avery is always "awake" due to being forced to live with his master and because he can manage to pull off his double life.

Avery walked through the front door and removed his brown dress shoes before ascending the stairs. It wasn't a necessity for the proxies to remove their shoes at the door. Avery did this to make sure he didn't accidentally wear the same shoes for when Slenderman asks him to do something. He makes sure to change all of his clothes before going out to do Slender's bidding. Avery's every day clothes are way too distinctive and would automatically make him recognizable to those that know him. So, like most of the proxies, he changes into a hoodie and a pair of jeans before heading out. He also has his own mask which looks like a black but simplified version of the theatre mask representing comedy. He chose this to represent his deception in every day life. This sometimes attracts puns from the other proxies who say that he really does "kill others with a smile."

Finally reaching his room, Avery set his shoes down at the foot of his bed and began taking out his homework. Though most teenagers would relax a little before starting on their homework, Avery wanted to get it over with. He felt at times that his school assignments were very tedious and unnecessary. Slenderman had insisted that Avery do his best to get an education and maintain some form of normalcy to the public. It was Avery's idea to be an over achiever. He thought that if he could gain the trust of his teachers, they would less likely see him as a threat to anyone.

Tonight, Avery didn't have as much homework that needed to be done. This gave him a feeling of satisfaction as he carefully put his assignments in his backpack. Now he had the rest of the afternoon to himself until Slenderman told him to do something. He pulled out one of his favourite books from his small shelf on the wall and laid in a comfortable position on his bed. He wanted to continue reading 1984 before anyone decided to interrupt him. Unlike the act he plays at school, Avery is not a very social person and often shuts himself up in his room until supper.

An hour later, the familiar dark aura Avery felt in the tunnel returns to him. He doesn't have to think too hard on what it is as he sits up and turns around to see Slenderman. The creature's blank face stares calmly at Avery's attentive expression as the proxy stands before his master. The boy's posture is stiff but straight like a soldier presenting himself in front of his commander.

"Assistant," Slenderman says in calm yet chilling voice. "Assistant" is Avery's name as a proxy. It was given to him based on the behaviour he displayed while working with another proxy named Medic. Medic is a proxy that tends to everyone's medical issues. He's an elderly man with white hair and dull green eyes. He often wears a lab coat to signify his status as the doctor of the household. He also wears a pair of silver rimmed glasses due to his fading vision.

During Avery's training to become a proxy, he would find himself in Medic's room from time to time. The training was usually very grueling so it wasn't uncommon to receive some cuts and bruises from it. Sometimes the cuts would be a little too deep or the proxy-in-training would receive a concussion. They would have to be sent to Medic's room (which doubles as both a medical room and his bedroom) to be treated for their injuries.

Avery had been fascinated by the proxy's abilities and position as a doctor that he started watching him from a distance. He eventually decided to ask if he could help Medic out when tending to the injured proxies. At first, Medic thought that Avery would've been a hassle since he was only 12 at the time. He eventually decided to try him out by giving him small tasks to complete. He slowly began to see that Avery wasn't troublesome and was very serious about helping him. He soon gave Avery bigger tasks and eventually allowed him to help out in healing the other proxies. Slenderman came to see that they worked pretty well with each other and established them as partners, hence why Avery was given the name Assistant.

"Yes, Master," Avery said in an equally calm voice with a hint of intimidation.

"I have an assignment that I feel only you can handle. Are you prepared to face this task?" It's not so much of a question than it is a statement. You are expected to say yes even if you have doubts that you can't fulfill his request. Saying no doesn't do anything drastic but let's Slender know that you require more training to be efficient. Regardless of how you think you are as a proxy, saying yes would be the better answer.

"Yes, Master. I am prepared for whatever task you have for me."

"Go to where the trails begin near the woods. I want you to meet someone there."

"May I ask who it is I'll be meeting, sir?"

"He's an ally. However he's not what you'll expect."

"He's not a proxy, sir?"

"No."

"How will I be able to identify him, Master?"

"He looks very suspicious. You won't have a hard time identifying him."

"All right, sir. Is there anything specific you want me to do once we meet?"

"Yes. Act as though you haven't had any sleep for a while. If he doesn't ask if you're tired, let him know you are."

"Is that all, Master?"

"Yes. You don't need to disguise yourself tonight. It's not necessary this time."

"Yes, Master."

As soon as Slender finished talking to Avery, he teleported out of the room. Avery, not wanting to make his master impatient, slipped on his dress shoes and grabbed his book. He assumed that Slender wanted him to appear like the friendlier version of himself. So, he decided to make himself look less suspicious by pretending to read under a tree.

Avery jogged to his destination, going through the tunnel and along the trails before it became too dark. Though the house itself was masked by trees, Slenderman wanted to make sure no one would stumble upon his home by accident. To solve this issue, he placed a barrier around the area of the house that extended to the tunnel. Most people have a hard time going through the tunnel, whether it be from the negative aura near the end or Slenderman disabling anyone from getting very far. However, if anyone succeeded in getting through the tunnel or were around any other part of the barrier, they will find themselves lost in the forest and possibly far from the trails.

Avery made it to the beginning of the trail with enough sunlight to last for another thirty minutes. He sat down beneath a tree and opened his book to a random page. As Slender had instructed him to do, Avery made himself appear as though he were extremely tired. He would nod off, hang his head, or let his arm or leg slowly drop to show that he was drifting in and out of sleep.

Though Avery blindly follows Slender's orders without asking unnecessary questions, he still becomes suspicious with some of his master's requests. Sometimes Slenderman was vague about an order because it meant something interesting was going to happen. Interesting could range anywhere to something incredible to something tragic. Either way, no matter how odd it sounds, an order is an order.

Thirty-five minutes had passed and it was becoming steadily darker. Avery had watched from the corners of his eyes for anyone suspicious. All he saw were the usual citizens walking around or going back into their cars to return home. By now, there were no vehicles in the parking lot, leaving the rear of Rosswood Park empty. Despite it becoming darker by the minute, Avery remained by the tree and continued to act as though he was very tired.

Then, as he fluttered his eyes open, he noticed someone walking toward the trails. It wasn't very dark, allowing Avery to see the figure's description. All he could make out was that the person wore a white hoodie with the hood up, a pair of black pants, and what looked like long black hair covering their face. Judging by the figure's body structure, this was a male.

That must be him, Avery thought as he rubbed his eyes, He looks very suspicious and I've never seen him before.

The man walked closer to the trail, his hands remaining in his hoodie pockets and his head down. Avery waited until he was several feet away before getting his attention.

"Oh, wow. Is it dark already?"

The man stopped and looked over at Avery as he yawned. He watched as Avery looked around before suddenly acknowledging his presence.

"Hey, do you know what time it is?" Avery asked, making himself sound almost completely oblivious to the fact that it was a little past dusk.

"It just became dark," the man said in a low voice.

"Great. My parents are going to kill me."

Avery swore he could hear the smirk in the man's voice as he asked, "Have you not been sleeping very well?"

"No. Not really. My school work tends to keep me up at night." Avery emphasized this with a loud yawn.

"You know what'll help?"

"What?"

"If you would simply go... to... SLEEP!"

Before Avery could react to the sudden, odd deepness to the man's voice, he saw something shine for a moment and quickly come towards his face.