7 Minutes in Heaven: Masky and Hoody
Rememba- this is a LEMON ^^
Recap:
"You'd better be telling the truth..." You said irritably as you rummaged through the various items hidden in the hat, noting the distinct way everything felt against your fingers. Some things felt like metal, others felt more like cloth. Some items were big, others were so small your fingers could barely grasp them. Then, after finding something felt nice against the skin of your fingers, you withdrew you hand and pulled out-...
A photograph. You held it out in front of your face to have a look at it, it was actually a picture of you in your proxy attire. You wore a red cape with a hood and a mask that only covered the top half of your face, so your mouth was exposed. Your mask was white with red floral designs painted around its edge. Underneath your cape you wore a tight, black, long sleeve shirt and a pair of black pants. The ends of your sleeves and your pants had been bleached white- you'd done that to add a little flare to your outfit. From the way you looked in the picture, you'd just gotten back from a hunt. There was a little bit of blood on your face, and you were holding a bloody knife in your left hand- there was blood on your hand as well. All in all it was a nice looking picture of you. The angle was nice, the lighting was good, there was a clear view of the woodlands in the background. You had a soft smile on your face, and the photograph had been taken mid step, so your posture was nice. You were curious about who had managed to snag such a nice photo of you, seeing as you've never bothered giving anyone the chance to take you picture. Whoever did it obviously did so without your knowing.
"What did you pick?" Splendorman asked happily, holding his hand out to you so that you could hand him whatever you'd picked. You cast him a smile and put the picture in his hand. He held it in front of his face to look at it for a moment, then he giggled happily and held the photo up in the air for everyone to see.
"Alright~ Who's is this~!" Splendor said cheerfully, holding the corner picture firmly between his fingers so that it wouldn't get bent. Then you heard everyone start to chatter amongst themselves, and after about a minute two people broke away from the crowd and walked up the Splendorman to retrieve the photograph. You rolled your eyes seeing who the people were. Masky and Hoody- you could easily distinguish between the two based on what they wore. Masky wore a faded yellow hooded jacket, and as his nickname suggested he wore a mask. A white mask with large black eyes, drawn in eyebrows, and black, feminine looking lips. Hoody wore an orange hooded jacket of the same design, and he wore a ski mask with a stitched on frowny face. The two of them were Slenderman's official proxies. As it were, you were still a proxy in training, and they simply loved to bring that up. Now you were going to be locked in a closet with them for seven minutes- oh joy. Once they'd retrieved their picture, the pair of proxies strode over to you and each took one of your wrists in their hands. Then, they dragged you to the closet. Masky went in first, and he pulled you in after him as Hoody pushed you inside so that he could follow.
"Have fun you three~" Splendor chimed, before carefully shutting the door and locking it, leaving you alone with your "Superiors", as they called themselves. You groaned irritably at how cramped in the three of you were. You were literally sandwiched between the two. Your front was pressed up to Masky, and your backside was in full blown contact with Hoody's crotch- naturally, you felt pretty awkward.
"Could you try to make room?" You said coldly, trying to worm your way out from between the two. If you could just get a foot or so to the side, you could stand against another wall and not have to worry the constant contact. Instead of complying with your request, Hoody and Masky wrapped their arms around you to hold you in place, and they moved even closer to you- they may as well have been trying to crush you.
"Hey, what the hell?! Let go of me!" You practically shouted, doing what you could to try and wriggle out from between the proxies- but it was to no avail. So you opened your mouth to scream again, only to have Hoody put one of his gloved hands over your mouth to silence you.
"Just shut up (Y/N), we're not in the mood!" Hoody snapped, purposely kneeing you in your tail bone to assert his dominance over you. You grunted in pain and turned your head to glare at him. They were always like this with you. You "Acted out of line" and they "Disciplined" you to remind you of your place. They had no respect for you as a fellow proxy, and they treated you like maid whenever Slenderman wasn't around to put straighten them out. What was worse was when you trained with them. They were twice as hard on you as they were with anyone else, and thus far they'd never given you a reason to believe that they even remotely care about your well being. So long story short, you hated them, and they hated you. You tried to tell Hoody to get his hand off of you, but since said hand was currently covering your mouth, the only thing you did was make a muffled noise. Then, you did something none of you would've ever expected- you bit Hoody's hand. You clamped your teeth down on his index finger and applied as much pressure as you could, and to your satisfaction he started screaming. Both of Masky's hands flew to your face and he put all of his power into making you let go of Hoody's hand.
He succeded, but at the cost of his own skin. The instant Hoody's finger left your mouth, you snapped your head to the side and bit down on the side of Masky's hand. Your teeth sank into the sensitive skin of the knuckle between his thumb and his middle finger, and he started screaming at you to let go. Instead, you tightened your jaws until you could taste blood- since Masky didn't wear gloves, he had no protection from your teeth. Then the door flung open, and an ambush of tendrils shot into the closet to pull the three of you out and separate you from them.
"What the hell are you three doing?!" Slenderman shouted angrily, putting as much distance between you and the other two proxies as he could without bumping any of you into anything. Then he looked between the three of you to try and figure out what had happened in the closet. Hoody was rubbing his hand in an attempt to soothe the pain your bite had inflicted upon him, and Masky was clutching his bleeding hand- it looked as if tears were dripping from beneath his white mask. Slenderman put his male proxies down and ushered them towards him so that he could inspect their injured hands. First he inspected Hoody's hand. He pulled off the hooded proxy's glove and examined his injured finger. The only damage was a large, ugly, purple and black bruise in the shape of your teeth. Then he took Masky's bleeding hand in his and proceeded to see how much damage you'd done- and virtually everyone in the room gasped. Masky's index finger was ripped open from the main knuckle all the way up to his nail- it had been torn so badly that his bone was showing. A small surge of satisfaction hit you upon seeing how much damage you'd managed to do with a single bite. Slenderman immediately sent the pair of proxies to their room to tend to their injuries, then he turned his attention to you. You were motionless in his grasp, but anyone who looked at you could tell that you were pissed.
You glared daggers at the masked proxies as they rushed upstairs to their bedroom, and for one reason or another you wanted to rush after them to see how much more damage you could do. Well that was new- you've never had the urge to chase someone down and beat them before. So why the hell were you so ready to pick a fight with Masky a Hoody? Those two were more than capable of kicking your butt in a fight, and you knew that. Yet you still wanted to go after them. You'd been so focused on the proxies that you hadn't noticed Slenderman reaching his hand out to touch your face, and you visibly jumped when the tips of his fingers suddenly came into contact with your lips. You jerked your head in his direction and stared at him with wide, curious eyes. Why was he touching your face all of a sudden?
"(Y/N), open your mouth..." Slenderman said sternly, and you obliged without delay. You felt him push a couple of his fingers inside your mouth. He touched the inside of your cheeks, your tongue, your teeth, the roof of your mouth, everything. When he finally pulled his hand back, you quickly noticed a tint of red staining his pale fingers, and as soon as you closed your mouth you caught the taste of blood. What the hell? Slender put you down hesitantly after a moment, but kept his tendril wrapped securely around your waist- seemed he could sense how badly you wanted to pick a fight with the other proxies.
"Show me your hands..." He said hesitantly, and again you obliged without question. He took your hands in his and examined them, and you noticed that the fingers he'd had inside your mouth were bleeding a little bit. How did he cut his fingers? You watched him closely as he examined your hands, and you noticed something strange with your fingernails. They were a strange color- a very light shade of gray- and they were longer than you'd remembered. Not longer by much, but still, you just knew something was up. Suddenly he released your hands and withdrew his tendril.
"(Y/N), go to your room and stay there...Splendor, a word please..." Slenderman said to you, then he turned to face his brother who approached him hesitantly. Following his order, you ventured upstairs and walked into your room, and you lied down on the bed to try and think. Okay, for the first time ever you pick a fight with Masky and Hoody, then you keep wanting to attack them knowing that they can kick your butt. Then Slender put his fingers in your mouth and cut them- you could only assume that he'd cut them on your teeth. Then he told you to show him your hands and you noticed something was up with your nails. Then your sent to your room and Slenderman suddenly needs to talk to his brother. All of these things could only mean that there was something seriously wrong with you. So, what was wrong with you?...
*Three days later*
You let out a long sigh as you stare blankly at the windowless wall in front of you. You've been waiting in this room for about two hours now, and Slenderman had yet to return to talk to you. This left you to think over everything that had happened the past few days. After Slender had talked with his brother he came to your room to have a talk with you, and he did his best to explain what was happening to you. Apparently you were going through something called "Proxy Syndrome"- it was something all proxies went through a certain amount of time after meeting their masters other proxies. Groaning, you closed your eyes and set your head atop the table you were sitting at to try and remember the conversation more clearly...
*Flashback*
"(Y/N), I have something you and I need to discuss..." A nervous sounding Slenderman said as he stepped into your room. He sat next to you on the bed and put his hand on your shoulder, and you rolled onto your side so that you would face him. You said nothing, and he continued.
"Listen (Y/N), I know you must be very confused right now, and that's natural. You don't know what going on with you, nor do you understand what's happening to your body. I'm here to explain things to you to the best of my ability, so that we can think of a way to handle this..." He said hesitantly, and you moved to sit up next to him. You stared up at him with wide eyes.
"What's happening to me?" You asked nervously, fearing that you may be turning into some kind of monster- fearing that you may become something dangerous and hurt your friends. Slender put his hands on your shoulders reassuringly to try and keep you calm.
"Calm down (Y/N), you've got nothing to worry about. Whats happening to you is normal. Now listen, do you remember what I told you after you agreed to become my proxy? I told you that in time your body would start to change in a manner that would better help you service me. Well, right now your body has begun to undergo that change- your becoming a proxy. Right now your teeth and your nails are changing to make you a more apt killer. From what I've managed to confirm with Splendorman, your undergoing one of the few proxy transformations known as "The Ark Shift"- its a special kind of transformation that only a handful of proxies undergo. Your eyes, your teeth, and your nails are all going to be changed according to whatever animal you best relate to. And in time, your senses will change as well. Better sense of smell, better hearing, night vision- any sense or limb that is put to use while hunting will be altered to better suit your means of killing." Slenderman explained calmly, and as he did you felt another rush of fear charge up your spine. He was making it sound as if you were turning into an animal- and you didn't want that.
"Are you saying, that, I'm turning into a beast?" You asked nervously, and he shook his head enthusiastically. A sigh of relief left your frame before you even realized you'd taken a deep breath.
"No (Y/N), your not becoming an animal. Only a few, small parts of you body will change. Your eyes, your nails, and your teeth are the only things that will change enough to make you resemble a beast, and from what I've gathered from Splendorman you'll be able to turn your eyes and nails back to normal at will. Think of it this way, some animals, such as cats, have retractable claws. In time, you'll learn to turn your nails back to normal when you don't want them to be claws. The same will apply to your eyes. Once you learn to control it, you'll be fine." Slenderman said calmly, and another question crept into your mind.
"What about my teeth? And why do I want to attack Hoody and Masky so badly?" You asked hastily, provoking a sight from your faceless master.
"Your teeth cannot be changed at will. They've sharpened, and are now unable to return to normal. As for why your acting so aggressively towards my other proxies, that's another condition that all proxies inevitably go through. We call this condition "Proxy Syndrome", and it happens to be why there are so few proxies in the world..." Slenderman said hesitantly, pausing for a moment to let you sort through all the information he was throwing your way. After a moment, you gave him a small nod as a sign for him to continue.
"Proxy Syndrome is, something that happens when a new proxy is introduced to other proxies. Specifically, when someone like me takes in a new proxy. Listen now (Y/N), this information will probably upset you, but I need you to try and remain calm. Proxy Syndrome is, a disease that drives you to try and kill the other proxies. Specifically, its driving you to kill the proxies that I had before you arrived. As in its making you want to kill Masky and Hoody- that's why you attacked them today." Slender said hesitantly, being sure to grasp your shoulders tightly so that you wouldn't do anything drastic. You started to shake as the meaning behind his words hit you, and you grasped his arms in an attempt to calm yourself.
"W-why does Proxy Syndrome drive proxies to kill each-other?" You asked hesitantly, your voice somewhat shaken. If you had it then odds were Masky and Hoody were going to get it to, and if that happened, you were screwed. They could easily kill you if they wanted to. Slenderman used his hold on your shoulders to pull you into a hug, and he did what he could to try and calm you down.
"I- we, don't know. We think it has something to do with the proxy's desire to protect their master, but we've never been able to confirm anything. All we know is that it either effects the original proxies, or the new ones. I've seen it once or twice before... When Splendorman had a proxy and he tried to take in a new one, the two of them killed each-other and he hasn't dared to try and take a proxy in since then. But, I think it stems from whether or not the proxies felt threatened by each-other before the disease took hold of them. I think you've caught it because you feel threatened by Hoody and Masky... I've seen how hard they are on you during training sessions, so perhaps the disease is simply driving you to protect yourself from them- but again, I do not know. So... For now we'll just have to think of a way to help you and the others get along... If not... I fear that I may loose all three of you..."
*End Flashback*
You sighed again and cast a glance at the door. Since your talk with Slenderman, he'd been doing everything he could think of to get you and the others to get along- but nothing worked. He'd tried sitting you down to talk- Hoody made the mistake of raising his voice at you and you lunged at him. He'd tried sending you on missions together- the three of you wound up getting into a fight. If Jeff hadn't come along when he did, then you'd of probably been killed, because you were loosing that battle. Everything Slender had tried, ended with you attacking the other proxies. It seemed the more you were around them, the more you wanted them dead, and it was starting to trouble you. As things were going, it was more than likely that you were going to get yourself killed- and Slenderman wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The sound of the door opening threw you from your thoughts, and to your dismay you looked up to see the very proxies you wanted to kill. They were standing next to Slender, holding heavy looking bags. Okay, what was Slenderman's method of bonding now?
"(Y/N), you, Masky, and Hoody are going away for a little while. The three of you are going to live in a cabin about twenty miles South of here until you can resolve your issues." Slenderman said calmly, and you jumped up in response to point out how completely stupid his idea was.
"Slenderman, are you friggen insane?! I can't be left alone with them! I-" You tried to argue, but abruptly silenced yourself when Slender raised his hand as a sign for you to stop speaking.
"I know (Y/N), and believe me, I wish there were another way... But as things stand, I am unable to help the three of you get past this... The three of you either need to accept each-other, or kill off whoever you may... This means that either they will kill you, you will kill them, or you'll all learn to get along... I'm sorry (Y/N), but we don't have any other options... Go to your room, collect your things. You leave as soon as your packed..." Slenderman said sadly, before taking his original proxies and walking out of the room. You hesitated, but, after a while you set out to do as you'd been told. Because in the end, you didn't have a choice. You made your way to your room, grabbed a camping bag, and proceeded to pack anything you felt you might need. Clothing, weapons, feminine products- everything was thrown into the bag. Just as you'd finished packing, Jeff decided to walk into your room, and you turned abruptly to snap at him.
"Get out!" You shouted, only to have Jeff raise his hands defensively and slowly walk towards you.
"Calm your tits (Y/N), I'm not here to fight. If anything, I'm here to try and help... Listen, I don't know whats going on with you and the wonder twins, but I know its got something to do with this "Proxy Syndrome" I've been hearing so much about... Now, I can't guarantee that this'll do ya any good, but there's no harm in trying..." Jeff said calmly, before reaching into the pocket of his hoody and pulling out a choke chain. You cast him a confused look, and hesitantly took the chain from him.
"Yeah yeah, I know that look- but listen. I had a dog when I was a kid- it hated other dogs. Lunged at them snapping and barking every time it saw em. So, my mother put this collar on him. Every time he tried to attack another dog, it choked him a bit and pinched him... Eventually he stopped trying to pick fights with other dogs. Now, I ain't saying this is a one hundred percent full proof method to quell that rage of yours, but theres no harm in trying... So... See ya later, I guess..." He said before abruptly turning and leaving your room. You stared at the door for a long time after he left, then hesitantly put the collar around your neck. Hey, if it worked on dogs, maybe there was a chance it could work on you. You were acting like a wild animal after all...
*One week later*
Well, by means of a miracle you'd managed to go a week without killing Masky and Hoody, and obviously you hadn't been killed by either of them yet. Turns out, Jeff had done pretty well giving you the choke chain. Whenever you found yourself getting into a sever fight with one or both of the proxies, you snagged the chain and pulled on it until it became difficult to breathe. Turns out the lack of oxygen calmed you down enough to just walk away from the fight. But unfortunately, the collar could only do so much. You and the "Wonder twins" had gotten into a number of brawls since you'd left Slender Mansion. Sometimes you started the fights- whenever they got to close to you, or whenever you felt they were looking at your the wrong way, you just lept at them. Other times they started it. Hoody would raise his voice at you, or do something violent which would trigger your assaults. Masky on the other hand hadn't suffered as many of your attacks- mainly because he'd learned to avoid you. In fact, you hadn't actually seen Masky for about two days. He'd walked in on you while you were in one of your moods and hightailed it out of the building before you could sink your claws into his throat.
Yeah, that was right, claws, not nails. In the week since you'd left Slender Mansion, your body had continued to change just as Slenderman had said it would. Your canines now looked more like vampire fangs, and while your other teeth hadn't changed in shape, they'd still become dangerously sharp. You'd actually bitten your tongue pretty bad once or twice. Your nails had finished their transformation into claws. They were roughly an inch long, and had grown to a point- they were now a blue-gray color. For the past few days you'd been working on retracting them. Once or twice, you'd managed to make them return to normal, human nails- aside from that you didn't have much luck. Your eyes had changed as well. When you were calm they usually remained their natural (E/C) color, but whenever you got mad they turned golden and literally glowed. Your pupils also turned to snakelike slits. You'd actually seen your eyes once or twice when you were in that state. Honestly, they terrified you- and you knew they scared the shit out of Masky. As for Hoody, he didn't seem to care about your little transformation. If he felt you were out of line, he picked a fight and stuck it out until you walked away. The fights usually ended when you started strangling yourself with the choke chain to stop yourself from trying to kill him. Hell, he'd actually grabbed the chain himself once or twice to get you to lay off of him.
Sighing, you pushed yourself out of the chair you sat on and slowly made your way towards the bathroom. You hadn't taken a shower since Masky took off, and now that you were actually alone you felt safe enough to bathe. Somewhere along the lines, you'd come to believe that your issues with the other proxies strived from how you felt about them. You'd never gotten along with them, and being around them had always put you on edge. Honestly, you'd spent the past year believing that they'd of killed you given the first opportunity. So, in a sense, you were attacking the two of them simply because you didn't trust them. Once in the bathroom, you stripped down and turned on the hot water. Then, you took off the choke chain and stepped under the shower-head. You stayed under and scrubbed yourself until you were sure you were clean, then you stepped out and grabbed a towel. You wrapped the towel around your body, then stepped out of the bathroom and walked to your room. Still wet, you started to rummage through your things in search of a clean pair of clothes- then something struck the back of your head, and your world went black. When you woke a few hours later, your arms were tied behind your back and one of your legs was tied to the bed- and you were still naked. Dazed and confused, you forced yourself to sit up, and you cast a hesitant glance around the room.
You quickly spotted Masky and Hoody leaning against the wall opposite of you, and you bit back a cold laugh. You should have expected something like this. You'd been lashing out at them for over a week, and now they were putting you back in your place. Honestly, you were surprised they hadn't just killed you. Slenderman acted as if he expected someone to turn up dead. Since you were an under trained female proxy, and they were a pair of fully trained male proxies, it was only natural that you'd be the corpse Slenderman expected to see. Sighing, you lied back down to accept your fate- you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing you struggle. You wouldn't humiliate yourself like that.
"If your gonna kill me, make it quick... Just get it over with and put an end to all this suspense..." You said quietly, your voice one of defeat. Honestly, you'd been expecting them to kill you from the start- even before the Proxy Syndrome took hold of you. Since you were on your back, you didn't see Masky and Hoody exchange hesitant glances with each-other. You only heard the sounds of their footsteps as they approached you, and as soon as they came into view, you closed your eyes and waited for the pain to come. They were going to kill you after all, it would be better if you didn't see your blood splatter on the nearby walls. You'd like it better your last image wasn't one of bloodshed. However, instead of feeling pain, you felt the gentle caress of an ungloved hand on the inside of your thigh. In an instant your eyes snapped open, and you looked up to see the two proxies standing beside you on either side of the bed. Neither of them wore their masks- they must have taken them off after you closed your eyes. You pulled your eyes off of their faces to find out which of them was touching you- it was Masky. His hand was on the inside of your upper thigh- if he was to move his hand upwards a couple of inches, then he'd be touching your most intimate area. Sighing, you dropped your head again and stared blankly at the ceiling- obviously they were trying to mess with you a bit before they killed you. To bad, because you'd gotten over your PTSD nearly four months ago. At this point, they'd get no fear out of you even if they tried.
"Hate to break it to ya Masky, but I got over my PTSD months ago... That isn't going to work." You said blandly, only to feel him slide his hand further up. He ran his finger dangerously close to your sex, but he didn't touch it. The contact made you get goosebumps, but you didn't give them a physical reaction. You saw them cast each-other a suspicious look, then Hoody bent over to look you in the eye.
"What makes you think we want to kill you (Y/N)?" Hoody asked calmly, his expression blank and unable to read. You did your best to shrug your shoulders given your current position.
"You've never given me a reason to think you wanted me alive." You said calmly, a little to calmly for your taste. What had happened to all the rage you'd been feeling whenever they were near you? It couldn't have just disappeared, that wasn't how mental disorders worked. Were you calm because you knew there was no chance of escape? Maybe being tied up had something to do with it. Or maybe they'd hit you so hard they'd given you a concussion, and now you had brain damage. Hell, they might have even drugged you. You'd been unconscious after all, who knows what they'd actually done to you. The proxies exchanged more looks, then Masky bent over to look you in the eye.
"How long have you believed we wanted you dead?" Masky asked blandly, though his voice held a slight note of sadness. You tried to shrug again.
"A while... Since before we came here... Probably since I first met you..." You said blandly though it was obvious by your frequent pauses that you were being completely honest with them. You saw the two exchange looks yet again, but this time they looked, worried? What the hell- were they going to kill you or not? It was starting to hurt having your arms tied up the way they were. Before you could open your mouth to tell them to either kill you or untie you, Hoody pulled you into a sitting position and climbed onto the bed to sit between your legs. Masky climbed behind you, and pulled you so that your back was flat against his chest. You sighed tiredly.
"What are you doing now?" You asked, your voice starting to sound a little irritated. Okay, maybe you hadn't suffered any brain damage. Now you were leaning a little more toward the "They drugged you while you slept" idea. In response to your question, Hoody brought his face to yours- he came so close that your noses actually touched. Masky hooked his chin over your shoulder so that his mouth was right next to your ear- you could hear him breathing.
"(Y/N), do you know why Masky and I have been so hard on you this past year?" Hoody asked quietly, his breath ghosting over your face as he spoke. You tried to turn your head to the side, but turned the wrong way and wound up rubbing your cheek against Masky's face.
"Because you hate me... And don't try to say otherwise!" You said, raising your voice as you felt anger starting to work its way back into your mind, the memories of all the shit they'd put you through flashing behind your eyes. Before either of them had the chance to respond to what you'd said, you'd broke out into a tangent.
"All you two have ever done is pick on me! You worked me twice as hard as everyone else when I trained with you! I mean, god forbid I ever fall more than a few feet behind you in a fucking race! If I ever did so much as stop to catch my breath you'd beat the crap outa me! And sleep! If I ever slept past seven in the morning you'd walk into my room and dump icewater on me! But why?! Did you think it was funny watching me struggle like that?! Were you trying to mess me up more than I already am?! I mean, I'm already fucked up in the head! Were you trying to- mhhmp!" Before you could go further with your little rant, Hoody shoved his face forward and pressed his lips against yours. You tried to turn your face away only to have him hold your head in place with his hands, and given the first opportunity he slipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen the unwanted kiss. Or at least you thought it was unwanted- there was no denying the way your body temperature shot up when he kissed you. There was also no denying the fact that you kissed him back as eagerly as he'd kissed you. You don't know why you did, you just did. The kiss was long and sloppy- just a huge mess of frantically moving tongues and rapidly moving lips. When the kiss ended, Hoody caught your lower lip between his teeth and nibbled on it gently, before he pulled back and stared at you with half lidded, lusty eyes.
"Do you still think I hate you (Y/N)? Because if you do, then I've got something to tell ya... Masky and I weren't hard on you because we hated you, we were hard on you because we cared! We wanted you to get as strong as you could, as quickly as possible... That way you'd be able to fight alongside us no matter how dangerous it got! And..." Hoody said boldly, his voice softening towards his final word as he trailed off. He lent closer to you as if to kiss you again, only to pull back again as he realized what he was doing. Then he clenched his eyes shut and turned to face away from you as if he was about to cry.
"And boys can't help but pick on the girls they like..." Masky's said into your ear out of nowhere, and you jumped slightly in surprise. You'd actually forgotten that he was behind you, which was actually pretty foolish, considering that he had his arms wrapped around your abdomen and his head was resting on your shoulder. That aside, what they'd just said confused you to no end.
"W-what are trying to say? That you two have been bullying me all this time just because you've had some silly crush on me?!" You questioned in disbelief, and in response the two men abruptly moved away from you and got off of the bed. You automatically assumed that they'd decided to stop pulling your leg and either kill you off or let you go, but to your surprise, they started to strip instead. Since Hoody was the only one in front of you, you were able to watch as he slowly removed his clothing in front of you. First went his yellow jacket, then he pulled his black undershirt from his body and threw it across the room. Next, he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers- he kicked the stubborn clothing off of his ankles, then climbed back onto the bed to sit between your legs. You felt Masky return to his original place behind you shortly after, only this time when he pulled you back against him, it was skin on skin contact. You automatically realized that he was excited, because the proof of his excitement was rubbing against your lower back- your face must have turned fifty shades of red. Then, Hoody leaned closer to you until your noses touched.
"That's exactly what we're trying to say!" Hoody said boldly, before taking your face in his hands and smashing your lips together. In an instant the two of you were kissing sloppily once again, and the urge to wrap your arms around the hooded proxy's neck drove you to start pulling at your restraints for the first time, and you flinched in pain. The ropes holding your arms together were to tight, they were cutting off the circulation to your hands. Masky noticed the way you flinched, and pulled back enough to look down at your arms, and his eyes widened.
"Uh... Hoods? I think we'd better untie (Y/N), her hands are starting to change color..." Masky said hesitantly, and you jerked out to the kiss to shout at them. They were going to cripple you keeping you tied up like that. Hoody covered your mouth with his hand to prevent you from screaming, and a worried expression appeared on his face- he was afraid you were going to bite him again. Instead, you licked his hand, and he yanked it back abruptly as if you'd burned him.
"Untie me, right now!" You growled, and before you could do so much as blink Hoody had jumped off of the bed to retrieve a razor-blade from his jacket. Then he lept back on the bed and handed Masky the razor, and the masked proxy cut the rope off of your arms to free you hands- he did the same with the one on your leg. Then you were at Hoody's throat before he had a chance to react- but you didn't attack him. You just pinned him to the bed and stared down at him- his eyes were wide with shock and he honestly believed that you were going to kill him. Instead, you collapsed on top of him, and burst into tears.
"Bastars! You bastards! How could you put me through all that?! Do you know how many times I woke up in a cold sweat thinking that the two of you were going to burst through my bedroom door and kill me?!" You sobbed, pounding your fist against the hooded proxy's chest as you vented your frustrations on him the old fashioned, feminine way. In response, Masky moved a little closer to you and put his hand on your back to rub small circles between your shoulder-blades. God, you felt like such an idiot! Crying all over them like that, making such a fool of yourself. But damn it, you were so frustrated! Why hadn't they said anything earlier? Maybe you wouldn't have caught Proxy Syndrome if they'd just told you how they felt! Oh well, at least they let you do as you pleased for once, and they didn't say a word until you stopped crying and pulled your head off Hoody's chest.
"(Y/N)... Are you alright?" Masky said as he grasped you by your shoulders and pulled you off of Hoody, he held your back flat against his chest once more so that he could put his head over your shoulder to kiss your cheek gently. You fought his advances a bit out of spite, but quickly settled against the masked proxy, who nuzzled your cheek affectionately.
"No, I'm not alright!... You hurt me- both of you... Why did you wait until now to tell me how you felt? Why did you have to wait until I caught Proxy Syndrome?! Now its to late to do anything about it..." You said pathetically, pulling your knees to your chest and covering your face with your hands to try and fight back the tears that were threatening to break free from you. In response, Masky reached up to pull your hands away from your face, and Hoody moved to kneel in front of you so that he could lick your tears away.
"We're so sorry we hurt you (Y/N)..." Masky said gently as he began planting kisses on the side of your neck, and before you could register what either of them were doing, Hoody started to lick his way down your body.
"We never wanted to hurt you..." Hoody said apologetically while he dragged his tongue between your breasts. He trailed down your stomach, past your hips, until he was lying on his stomach with his face hovering between your legs.
"So let us take responsibility and nurse your wounds..." He cooed, before dipping his tongue inside your body, provoking a loud, strained moan from you. Then, Masky lifted a hand and turned your face to him so that he could pull you into a kiss. The masked proxy kissed your top mouth, while the hooded proxy kissed your bottom one. You moaned into Masky's mouth while Hoody worked his magic on your private area, and the masked proxy moved his hands to your breasts to knead them gently. After a few minutes under the gentle ministrations of the proxies hands and mouths, you started to feel something strange in your stomach. A strange pressure, that's what it felt like- and you couldn't tell whether or not it felt pleasurable or painful. As they continued their sensual assault on your body, you grew nearer and nearer to your breaking point. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the odd feeling in your gut drove you to the borderline of pain and pleasure, and your moans grew more frequent. Masky broke the kiss to listen to your desperate mewls of pleasure, and he laughed playfully as he thought of a way to push you over the edge.
"(Y/N), I love you~" Masky whispered in your ear, and a sudden surge of pleasure made you lurch forward as the pressure burst out from between your legs. Your vision flashed white and you cried out in bliss as you buried your hands in Hoody's hair. The masked proxy took this as his opportunity to drag his tongue down the back of your neck, and he pinched your nipples teasingly while you came down from your high. When you were finally able to see again, the first thing you spotted was Hoody trying to dry his face with the back of his hand, and you blushed. Masky hadn't been the one to trigger that orgasm, it was Hoody. He'd bitten your clitoris and hummed at the same time, and the rush of excitement you'd felt from the contact drove you over the edge. The masked proxy just happened to utter the words "I love you" at the same time that his partner decided to give you that final push. Your bush darkened when it finally sank into your head that Masky had told you that he loved you, and you snapped your head to the side to stare at him in shock. You locked eyes with him, and he dipped his head in to steal a short kiss from you, then he moved his mouth back to your ear.
"I love you." He cooed, before removing his hands from your breasts and slipping out from behind you. Before you could utter a question, the proxies switched places. Hoody lied down and pulled you to lie on your back on top of him, and Masky climbed over you to pull you into a passionate kiss. Now it was the masked proxy's turn to kiss you sloppily. Masky suddenly moaned into your kiss and abruptly pulled his mouth away from yours, and he dropped his head to rest it on your shoulder. He continued to moan for a little while, and then you felt something hot and wet run down your thigh. You pushed the masked proxy off of you enough to peer between your bodies, and you gasped loudly at what you saw. Hoody had a hand wrapped around Masky's length, and the fluid running down your thigh was the masked proxy's semen. Your blush darkened further if that was even possible at the realization of what had just happened. Hoody had given Masky a handjob- and he'd done it while you were kissing him! You felt the hooded proxy chuckled beneath you.
"Hey Masky, don't you think its about time?" Hoody asked playfully, and suddenly you felt something poke your backside. Specifically, you felt something poking your asshole. Then, you heard the masked proxy let out a quiet laugh. Okay, now you were starting to get nervous.
"Yeah, I think its time~" Masky said in an amused tone, and then you felt him press the tip of his erection against your womanhood- he rubbed against you teasingly. That's when you realized that they were doing. You threw your arms around the masked proxy's shoulders to steady yourself.
"One!..." Masky moaned as he pushed a little more, dipping the tip of his length inside of you. You clenched your eyes shut.
"Two!..." Hoody grunted as he pushed the head of his erection inside your ass. You whimpered nervously and buried your face in the masked proxy's shoulder.
"Three~!" The both said in unison, and with a sudden jerk of their hips they buried themselves inside of you. You clenched your eyes shut and bit down on Masky's shoulder to block your scream as you felt your hymen break, and you felt blood leak out from between your legs his length ripped you open. Below you, Hoody moved his hands to grasp your legs, and he slowly started to move his hips to shift in and out of your backside. You tightened your hold around Masky in response and whimpered into his shoulder- you were still biting him, but your jaw was loosening. The masked proxy remained completely still, but you didn't know if it was because he was waiting for you to adjust, or because you currently had your teeth buried in his skin. In the back of your mind it dawned on you that you were hurting him- you could taste his blood in your mouth. Below you, the hooded proxy stilled his movements, and you heard him gasp quietly.
"Masky, are you alright?! Man, that's a lot of blood!..." Hoody gasped, one of his hands leaving your leg so that he could grasp your hair. He used his hold on your hair to gently pry your mouth off of Masky's shoulder. That was when you noticed how badly you'd bit the masked proxy. All of your front teeth had pierced the skin of his shoulder, and blood was actually pouring out of the wound. The blood was running down his torso, and some of it dripped onto your collar bone.
"Man Masky, that's a pretty bad bite... That's it, I think we'd better stop. We need to treat that wound..." Hoody said in a worried voice, and for a moment it seemed as if he was about to pull out of you. The masked proxy on the other hand, wasn't willing to stop. He pushed you further onto Hoody, causing you to slip off of him a bit, and he shook his head hastily.
"N-no, Hoody! We're not stopping! We need to see this through- (Y/N) needs to know exactly how we feel about her!" Masky groaned, before he shifted his hips back a little to pull out of you a bit more. You gasped in pain and closed your eyes tightly, and when the masked proxy pushed himself back into you, you whimpered pathetically. God, it hurt. Below you, Hoody decided to do as his partner wished, and he slowly started to thrust his hips to push himself in and out of your backside. Both of them continued with their painfully slow movements until you showed signs of feeling pleasure. When you let out a quiet moan, signaling that you were starting to enjoy their actions, they picked up the pace. Once that happened, it became apparent that Hoody was the more violent one- well, you'd actually known that about him for a while. You'd just assumed that he might be a bit gentler with you during sex. You'd also assumed that Masky would be more violent with you, but to your surprise he was exceedingly gentle. Even as his movements quickened, he took the sensitivity of your body into account. Every thrust of his hips was meant to being you pleasure- he'd even moved one of his hands between your legs to massage your clitoris as he jerked his length in and out of you. What really surprised you was that he was so willing to push past the pain of the wound you'd given him in order to make your first time a pleasurable one. His shoulder was still bleeding a little bit, but it was a few minutes away from stopping.
A sudden twinge of guilt hit you as you stared at the wound you'd left on his shoulder- you honestly hadn't meant to hurt him that badly. You'd only been trying to keep yourself from screaming. Hesitantly, you raised your arms and wrapped them around Masky's back, then you pulled him closer to you. You felt him tense when you placed a soft kiss against his bleeding injury, and you heard him gasp when you parted your lips and began to lick the blood away from his wound.
"(Y-Y/N)?!" Masky gasped, his hips jerking forward violently as you continued to drag your tongue along his wound. You continued to lick his injury until it stopped bleeding, and then after you'd cleaned all the blood within your reach away, you kissed his shoulder again and laid back on top of Hoody's chest.
"I-I'm sorry M-Masky... For hurting you... Y-you too Hoody... Sorry for attacking you..." You moaned gently as the duo continued to thrust into you. Then, without warning, the masked proxy shoved his hips forward and he thrust into you savagely. Both of them started to pound into you as if they expected you to vanish at any moment, and they wrapped their arms around you to hold you closer to them. You were practically being crushed between their bodies. Every movement Hoody made, made your breasts rub against Masky's chest. The pressure you'd felt earlier had returned, and was growing more and more intense as the pair continued their assault on your willing body. You were moaning loudly and clinging to Masky as if he was the only thing keeping you alive. The pressure was building uncontrollably- tears were welling in your eyes and your face felt as if it was on fire. Your insides were burning, and the synchronized movements of the pair thrusting into you weren't doing anything to douse your internal fires. With a violent scream, your vision went white again as a sudden wave of pleasure enveloped your being. The pressure erupted from inside you, and your whole body tensed. A few seconds later, while you were still trying to come down from your high, the proxies buried inside of you suddenly stilled. They moaned loudly and went rigid, and you felt something warm spread inside your body.
It dawned on you that they'd just had their orgasms, and that they'd done it inside you. You also realized that there was a good chance that you'd get pregnant, but at the moment you didn't care. Because it felt nice, being together with them in such an intimate manner. It felt nice connecting with them in such a way. You were barely able to move when they pulled out of you, and you vaguely felt something leak out of your body once they were gone- they'd left a lot of semen in you. You faded in and out of consciousness for a while after that, but when you'd finally regained enough mental stability to register what was happening, you realized that you were lying between them on the bed. Hoody was on your right, with his arm draped over your back and his face buried in your hair. Masky was on your left, and you had your head resting on his chest- you were lying partially on your stomach. One of them was running his fingers through your hair affectionately, but you didn't care enough to find out which of them it was. Instead, you were more worried about what was going to happen after you'd woke up tomorrow.
"Guys... What are we going to do about my Proxy Syndrome?..." You asked hesitantly. Both of them jumped a little upon hearing your voice- they must have thought you were asleep. After a few minutes, you heard one of them sigh. Since you didn't actually feel Masky sigh, you assumed Hoody had been the one to do it.
"Don't worry about it (Y/N), we've resolved the issue..." Hoody said quietly. He sounded tired. You tried to roll over so that you could look at him, but he held you in place with the arm he had on your back. You sighed.
"Are you stupid?... Slenderman said that we're bound to kill each-other, that was why he sent us here. He didn't want to see us destroy one another..." You said weakly, feeling tears welling in your eyes at the idea of your disease taking hold and forcing you to kill them. Now that you understood why they'd treated you so poorly, you weren't angry at them anymore. You didn't want to kill them now that you'd formed such a deep bond with them. Masky lifted a hand to wipe the tears away from your eyes as they fell.
"But (Y/N), don't you remember? We've already killed you, and you killed us too. So you've got nothing to worry about." Masky said calmly, and you tensed against him as he spoke.
"What the hell are you talking about?! We aren't dead! So how can it be over?!" You said loudly, your voice strained with distress. Both of them chuckled quietly and you felt them hug you possessively.
"But (Y/N), we did kill you tonight- twice actually... I killed Masky once, and you killed us both at the same time." Hoody chuckled, and you lifted you head as if to shout at him. Instead, you were silenced by a kiss from the masked proxy.
"Silly (Y/N), we thought you knew already. As soon as you came in Hoody's mouth, you were cured of your Proxy Syndrome. An orgasm is a form of death after all~" Masky said teasingly, and you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks. Well, you hadn't taken that into account- but you still weren't sure that sex was actually the cure to Proxy Syndrome. Before you could say anything else, the pair pulled you closer to them and sighed contently.
"Go to sleep (Y/N)... You'll see, tomorrow, everything will be fine..." They said in unison, and just like that, the three of you fell into a deep slumber...
*A few days later*
Turns out, Hoody and Masky were right about you being cured of your Proxy Syndrome. The three of you were able to return to Slender Mansion a few hours after you woke up. Slenderman was thrilled seeing that all of his proxies had returned to him safely- and you were glad knowing that the duo were going to ease up a little on you from then on. They'd still work you twice as hard as everyone else, but they'd decided to spend their time outside of training doing something more, productive, than bullying you. Instead, they decided to try and see how many times they could "Kill" you in one night~
"They let you die a dozen times by their hands in the night. Then, you woke the morning after ready to die another dozen times before breakfast~"