Masky chapter…basically just taking things from his perspective since I last did his POV. Enjoy.
After I receive Miriam's message, I stand up and make a trek through the dark woods to Slender Mansion. With every lift and fall of my boot I hear the twigs beneath my boot snap. The air is thick, the silence, eerie. I continue walking until I reach the mansion, I knock three times quietly on the door, getting no answer, I slowly turn the knob to discover it's unlocked. I step into the quiet living room only to be met with the unmistakable greasy long black hair of Jeff the Killer.
He sits upon the deep red colored couch, sharpening his knife and grinning—not that he has a choice in the matter—I move over to sit on one of the chairs surrounding the long couch. He looks up at me and his black hair parts ever so slightly in a curtain-like fashion to reveal the grotesque features of his face.
"Well if isn't Slenderman's favorite puppet," he mocks me in his raspy voice. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of getting to me verbally, so I relax against my chair and look nowhere, ignoring him.
He begins making disgusting growling sounds and when I glance back at him, he almost looks feral. I just stare at him from behind my mask, and he seems to be getting angrier by the second. Just then, I hear a child's humming and tiny feet coming down the stairs.
I look up and notice Sally, holding her teddy bear and making her way downtown, walking fast, faces past and she's homebound down the stairs. Jeff whips his head around and then he turns back to me and glares, returning to sharpening his knife.
"Hi Masky," says Sally as she waves at me and takes a seat next to Jeff. "Hi Jeff." He grunts in response and she continues humming, looking around the room.
Since there is nothing to do, I stare at the dark walls in the room, listening to Sally's little song. She stops and looks at me. Her tiny voice brings my attention back to her.
"OH! So what happened with the girl with the pretty purple hair?" she asks, which catches Jeff's attention too.
Miriam, right. When a target escapes, you'll be tormented for letting them get away for the rest of your life, I can't tell them, especially not Jeff.
"Oh yea, her, yeah, she's taken care of," I lie. Sally looks at me, she can probably see right through my lie.
"Yay! Here—she stands and takes my hand in her tiny one—tell me all about it."
I realize what she's doing, so I nod and stand up too, walking up the stairs to her room.
I glance back at Jeff who's watching us, closely. Sally opens her bedroom door and leads me in, patting a space on the edge of her small bed, ushering me to take a seat. I do, and she sits next to me and stares up at my mask.
"So what really happened?" she asks, crossing her arms.
I chuckle at her, always acting so bold. I decide to trust her, hopefully not a decision I'll come to regret. I look down at my feet and then back up at her large green eyes.
"Okay. She got away," I admit, quietly.
"Figured," she says with a little too much enthusiasm. She hops up off the bed and walks over to the basket where she keeps all her toys, she picks up a doll with long hair and a brush and moves to sit down again, brushing out the doll's hair.
"I like her. She's different," She doesn't take eyes her off the doll as she says this.
"Do you think I should go back for her?" I ask, remembering my message to her.
"No way mister, she's special. She's like a fire, don't put her out, maybe slendy would want to pick her up."
She puts her doll down and smiles at me. I realize she might be right, she is a fire. She's a fighter and she is proxy material.
"What do you think I should do?" I ask her, crossing my own arms over my chest.
"Go back and talk to her. Now tell me everything," she says looking at me excitedly.
I chuckle at her. "Okay kiddo."
I explain everything, leaving out only the explicit details of her assault on my err, manhood. Once I'm done, she looks tired, so I bid her goodnight and GO TO SLEEP myself. I take my mask off and get under the blankets.
I think about how to talk to Miriam. Should I ask her to become a proxy? Do I apologize? I have no idea what to do, seems I have to sleep on it.
I fall into a dreamless void of darkness, known as sleep.
I awake around 9 hours later, look around my room, and almost give into temptation to go back to sleep. I sigh and throw the covers off me and open the drawer next to my bed, and take out a pill bottle. I take two with some water and walk over to my bathroom and adjust my brown hair ever so slightly. Once I'm finished, I put on my mask and shoes and adjust my jacket. I ignore everyone and head out the door. The sun is shining brightly and I am just staring at my feet as I walk, trying to devise a strategy.
Once I make it to Miriam's neighborhood, I start to keep behind buildings, and sneak around. Some sketchy guy with a mask might raise a few red flags. I see a tall, redheaded man leaving her apartment, he gets into one of the cars in the driveway and that's the last I see of him.
Who was that? Why is he leaving her apartment right now? Is that her boyfriend? That's absolutely none of my business. What she does and who she associates herself with is her choice; I came here for a perfectly professional proposition. I sneak around to the window, and try to open it. Locked, not surprising.
I try all of her windows and doors, but they're all locked. This doesn't surprise me, it just disappoints me. I sigh as I duck behind a bush near her living room window. I watch the window intently when she walks out, already dressed and ready. She grabs a pair of sunglasses off the counter and her bag from the hook near the door. She looks around the room and tucks a knife into her bag, she steps out with a very audible click of her heels and I suppress a chuckle. She wears those things all the time. I watch her drive off in her pink mini-cooper. She's such a Barbie.
I begin following her, hearing the sound of Frank Sinatra coming from her car every time she stops or I get relatively close. I see her park at her college and walk in; once I reach the university, I pace a bit wondering how to approach her. I remember the disposable phone and send her a message.
Come outside to the parking lot
The message is good; it's straight to the point, easy and fast. I get a reply from her soon after and I'm not sure if I should smirk or frown at it.
And why in the FUCK would I do that, hm?
Hostility, is that her approach? I smirk behind my mask; two can play at that game.
Because I believe we should talk, and you have nothing to worry about, considering the knife.
It was a great way to lure her out, I know that much. I hear the cute little click or her heels against the tile and then the door opening-wait; I think the click of her heels is cute? That's weird…
She steps out and rolls her eyes. She moves in front of me and places one of her hands over her hip. I study her; she has short curly light blonde and purple hair, pale skin and soft facial features and a tiny frame, standing naturally probably only around 5 feet, she's skinny, almost shockingly so. Chick needs some cheesecake in her. But what really catches my attention are the eyes on this girl. So blue…
She shifts and I'm guessing my "studying" is creeping her out just a tad. She crosses her arms over her chest, possibly to cover herself from my staring. It wasn't like that; I was seeing if she has what it takes to be a proxy.
"What do you want?" she asks, sounding uninterested.
I realize now might not be the best time to offer her to be a proxy, so I make a mental note to ask her about it later.
"Like I said in my message, to talk," I say. I realize this is the first time she's heard my voice, and a silence falls over us.
She begins staring at me, chewing subtly on her bottom lip. I like watching her do that, she does a lot of subtle gestures, I could watch her do that for hours. Tim, don't start getting sidetracked. Focus.
She stops staring and biting her lip.
"Talk? You tried to kill me," she says. True, I did. I was hoping she wouldn't play that card, I'd hoping she would ask "what about" or something along those lines. I let out inaudible sigh and say the best thing I can think of:
"But you're here."
"Because I kicked your balls!" She exclaims, which causes me to blush a bit behind my mask and look down at my boots, she sure didn't hold back. Got to admire that, I suppose. I look back up at her electric blue eyes.
"I have every right to call the cops on your ass. Give me one reason not to," she spits at me.
Well…I got nothing. If she calls the cops, they won't catch me. But still, I would be recognized easier, which is an inconvenience. I hear her voice again, this time, minus the hostility.
"Well, thank you. I'm alive, which is good," she says, almost sweetly. Honestly, I didn't expect that, but I appreciate it.
"You're welcome." She flashes a polite smile.
"I'm Miriam, and uh, I've nicknamed you Masky," says Miriam.
"I go by Masky, actually," I smile behind my mask.
She extends her tiny hand to me; this is a little friendly for a girl I tried to murder. I stare at it, but ultimately take in it my own and shake it gently. She begins staring at my mask and I drown in her swimmable blue eyes. She's so different, so fiery. How is it, that she's different? So allur-
She clears her throat and I snap back into reality. She bites her lip again, and begins stuttering and then gestures towards the door. I nod and begin walking to nowhere.
W-what was that?