Woo, new chapter! So, at the moment I'm on my easter break, so at least 1 chapter every other day or so will be here!

P.S try listening to Dollhouse while reading this or something, it adds to the atmosphere...kinda. Also, There's swearing in this one...if you don't like swearing, don't read it, even though its mild.

"What the hell was that?!" Yelled Toby, surprise distinctive in his voice. Toby and I had been arguing for a while now, but seeing as I honestly did not know what happened myself, all I could do was sit there and take the beating. "One moment you were just murdering that thing and the next you're carrying masky indoors! Are you bi-bipolar or something?! J-jeez!" He started stuttering more and more the more exasperated he got.

"Calm down Toby, I've told you this, I don't know what happened, and no, I'm not bipolar."

"Oh really, so why did you go batshit crazy and then suddenly you're examining wounds? Explain that to me!"

"I will. If someone saves me, I owe them, so I saved him."

"And who's 'Him'? Is it Masky?"

"What if it is?"

"He's a proxy, you can't just go out and help him like that! He could save himself!" That snapped it.

"WELL, MR JITTERS, IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, HE HAD A HEAD WOUND THAT KNOCKED HIM OUT, EVEN EJ WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE THAT AND HE HAS NO EYES!" I yelled

"DON'T CALL ME MR JITTERS!" He shouted back

"WHY NOT? THATS WHAT YOU DO!"

"WELL, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I CALLED YOU ALBINO, HUH?"

"GO AHEAD! I DON'T CARE!"

"OH REALLY? SO YOU WOULDN'T MIND IF I KEPT SAYING IT THEN?"

"NO, I WOULDN'T BUT WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO KNEE YOU IN THE BALLS? BECAUSE THATS WHERE YOU'RE HEADED!"

He fell silent. By the look on what I could see of his face, he was weighing up the chances of feeling that.

"No, I wouldn't feel that, so go ahead."

"I can still wind you, you know."

"'Wind' me? What?"

"As in hit you SO GODDAMN HARD THAT YOUR BREATH ESCAPES YOUR BODY DUMBASS!"

"Theres no need to yell, I can hear you."

"Oh, well thats a surprise isn't it? I thought with that hood up you wouldn't be able to hear me."

"I dare you to say that again." he said, taking his hood off.

"Fine, I will clothears."

"Who are you calling clothears you albino bitch?"

"'Albino bitch'? Oh thats new."

I moved closer to his ear before he could react.

"But no-one, and I mean, no-one calls me a bitch, so keep that in mind if you value your existence." I whispered, my hair a crisp white against his brown.

"Oh I will." He whispered back. "And if you try to kill me, I'll kill you before hand."

"I'd like to see that."

"So would I."

At this Slendy walked in.

"Whats going on in here? I heard shouting and I came to make sure everythings ok."

"Oh, yeah, everythings fine..." I shot a poisoned look at Toby and left the room.

I didn't know where else to go apart from seclude myself from the rest, so I went up to my room and sat on the bed. Why AM I here anyway? I don't remember a thing...not even where I come from... Suddenly, I was hit full force with a memory, of flaming buildings, monsters, fear and flashing glimpses of what I guessed was my family, starting with me and my brother, my parents, my friends and miscellaneous family members, all of which were assumed dead according to the news flash memory and that they burned in a fire which had spread down the whole street. Around 50 people died in that fire out of the 75 that lived on the street, the 25 that survived were either lucky or just plain...well, traumatized. I was one of the lucky ones, but I was stricken with grief over losing my 'family'. The more I thought of them, the less likely it was that I was related to them by blood, and the more likely it felt for me to have been adopted at birth so I wouldn't remember my real family. I put my head on my knees and held it, rocking backwards and forwards like I was going mad. The memories kept coming and a few of them had a couple of smiling boys who resembled Hoodie and Masky, but I couldn't recall their names and it was giving me a headache, but eventually they stopped and I realized that I was gasping for breath and my eyes were wide. One last memory flashed through my mind. this time it was from my perspective, my hand was reaching to someone who seemed to be dead on the floor, then darkness. I started screaming, anguish and torment coming out full blast in one, inhumane screech. I heard people running, a door opening and concerned voices, I felt hands trying to keep me still, but I was thrashing about so much that I think my foot connected with someones face or something. I tasted blood, I must of bitten my tongue but I kept screaming, my vision blurring, until I finally wore myself out and went to sleep.

The nightmare I had was horrific, the burning buildings, the blood, the monsters...and him. I couldn't remember his name, but whoever he was, I hated him, I wanted more than anything to kill him, punish him for something that I couldn't remember... The horror that ensued was even worse, I think that in reality, I was screaming, but eventually something made me calm down, a presence that was like a beacon when you're lost, a fire when you're cold. I calmed me down and I just let myself sleep until something popped up in my head. The face of the murderer that started the fire, that killed my friends, my family...

"NO!" I woke up with a screech, gasping as if worn out, sweat rolling down my face, I shot upright and sat there, panting for a while until I calmed down enough to look around and meet the concerned gaze of the 'people' who had looked after me so far.

"You ok?..." Was the first thing that broke the silence, and dazed, I located the voices owner, Hoodie.

"No...I just had a nightmare, that's all...hey, why are you guys staring at me?" I looked around the rest of the room, which was in utter chaos. "Oh..." I whispered, seeing the objects that were in the room had been completely wrecked, and some of them were on fire, but it wasn't a normal fire, it was black and dark purple.

"Woah, duuude, that room got rekt..." Came a voice from beside me, locating it, I saw a little...elf? I guess...(just roll with it ok? I know links not an elf.) who was smoking what I recognized as cocaine.

"BEN, what did I tell you about smoking inside?" Slender said, seeming to be annoyed.

"Ok, ok...I'm going." and he walked out, taking his fag with him (not fa**ot, a cigarette)

"Right, now that thats over, TELL US HOW THE HELL YOU DID THAT!" Yelled Jeff, his patience worn thin, holding a knife to my neck "OR I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT BITCH!" Now he's crossed the line.

"The hell'd you just say?"

"You heard me."

"Oh..you just crossed the line..." I jumped on him, his knife cutting my wrist, but I didn't care. I punched him again and again, until I drew blood. I hit him again. "NOW WHO'S THE BITCH, BITCH?" I yelled, while everyone else just looked at me, until I thought he had been hit enough, when I just got off of him and flopped back onto the bed.

"Jeez..." said Toby, who had just walked into the room. "This place is a mess..." He looked at me. "I bet you did this, well, I'm not clearing it up."

"No-one was asking you to."

"Good."

We stared daggers at each other for a while until Slender broke the silence.

" out, I need to speak to her...alone."

And everyone left.

"Now, Morgan..I need you to tell me...at what point in your nightmare did you feel peace? You were rather restless in your sleep, and Masky came in to check on you and according to EJ, when he came in, you calmed down significantly...and when he held your hand, you seemed to move closer to him. Apparently your hand was really cold too."

"I don't know how I would be able to recollect that..."

"Well, you seem to have some sort of ability to kill, so I was thinking, would you like to be one of my proxies?"

I was dumbstruck, I didn't know what it meant, but I guessed that it was a great honor, so I replied. "Yes."