The moment no one has been waiting for! Chapter 4. What will happen in this chapter? How should I know? I only wrote it. Why? Because obviously I have no life and they don't sell them at Walmart so I can't get one. Anyway... An argument about whether Masky or Hoody is better? Masky trying to convince himself of something that I can't tell you though it is unimportant? The police show up? What next?

MASKY- I was... What's the word? Dumbfounded? Awestruck? Very surprised on an extreme level? Yes. All true. Just because this one event. One thing happens and the whole world just seems to crash down. One thing happens and now... and Smile leads us to a beaten and bloodied Jeff the Killer. Jeff the KILLER was beaten...? By Hoody? That just didn't seem possible. All of the times the two sparred, Hoody had never beaten him once, but then... what was this? There was just no way. There was no way My Hoody could've done this. He couldn't have! He wouldn't have! Jeff just had to have been hallucinating or something due to lack of blood. Hoody wouldn't have done this. Hoody was quiet, calm, and liked to be around others and- and- and in control of himself. He wasn't really like anyone else here. He wasn't a loner. He wasn't like those among us who would kill another of this odd little family of ours without a single thought. He- he- he just couldn't have done this!

I blinked out of my mind and back into reality as Jeff coughed again. We had brought Jeff back and most who were actually here had retired to their rooms. Some had headed out to search. Others were just out doing whatever. Just a regular day besides the fact Jeff had almost 'gone to sleep' himself.

"That... devious b_stard..." Jeff mumbled from the couch after his coughing fit.

"Shut up." I glared.

Jeff looked at me with that never ending smile of his. "He just about killed me and you're going to defend him?" Jeff demanded from his reclined position.

I bit my lip under my mask in minor frustration. "It was your fault."

"My fault?" Jeff glared. "How was this My fault."

"It was Your idea to head to the barren land in the first place. None of this would have happened if we hadn't have gone there. I'd still have my partner if you hadn't of insisted on checking the place out."

"Pfft. Says the guy who jumped at the chance to go. I just asked You. You're the one who dragged 'your partner' into it. It's your own fault he's gone."

I stood.

"Ooh whatcha gonna do? Kill me?" Jeff taunted with his usual smirk.

I was sooo tempted to do it. So tempted to kill him. I could feel myself trembling in my fury. I took a breath and calmed just enough to quit trembling as a thought came.

"Na. I won't kill you. You've already gotten your a_s beaten once today." I smiled triumphantly at my own comment.

"I did Not get my a_s beaten!"

"Then just what happened where the 'great' Jeff the Killer was left to die on the street? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were losing your touch."

"Shut the h_ll up!"

"What's wrong? Upset that your prey got away? Or is it that you were 'just about killed' by it?" I replied taking what he had said before to use it against him.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you and Hoody! I swear I'll do it-!"

"You won't touch him! You won't get a chance not if I kill you first!" I told him, picking up his own knife from the table.

I was going to do it. I wasn't going to let him harm Hoody. It was one thing to threaten me, but it was another to threaten my closest friend. I was really going to do it. I was going to finish him. He was going to fall by my hand. Just as I lunged I felt a firm grip on my wrist which prevented me from moving any further. I looked back. Son of a-

I let him take the knife from me. What else was I suppose to do? I couldn't just...

"There isn't going to be anymore killing tonight." Slenderman said calmly though it was pretty easy to tell that it was an order.

We weren't allowed to kill each other. Fine. For now... But if Jeff gave me any excuse to kill him I would. After the solid grip on my wrist released I exited the room and headed up. Up to my room. Our room. I could see the dull red-orangish colors of the sunrise in the human world just beyond our invisible border. I lay down on Hoody's bed. He was going to come back. He Was going to come back. He Was going to come back and everything was going to be just fine. He was going to be fine. Everything was going to go back to how things were. Everything was going to be fine. Hoody was going to be perfectly fine. He just needed some time to think. Yeah... that's it. He needed some time to think and Jeff just got him upset again. He was going to come back, but Jeff p_ssed him off. As far as I knew he was coming back right now... Yeah. He's coming back. If not tonight, then tomorrow. He'd come back and he'd ask me why I was in his bed and... and he'd be fine.

Was this really... Was this...? Did I put Hoody through this every time I had left? Given him this sense of doubt that the other... might not come back? No stop! He'd come back. I always left and he always waited for me. Now I was going to wait for him. I was going to be here when he came back and I was going to be ready to continue where we left off... He was probably miserable right now. Just like I was.

HOODY- I smiled as the two argued over who was going to do what. These two... I shook my head.

"I suck at cooking though! That's why I'll just-"

"I cooked yesterday and how do you not know how?! You live alone!" Mark returned.

"Take out. Lots and lots of take out."

"Guys." I cut in and they looked at me.

"What?" They both asked.

"You do know how to make toast, right?" I asked and it took Dave a moment to realize that I was talking to him.

"Yeah, why?"

"Ok. You make toast then. Mark, you can beat the eggs. I'll make the omelets while you both take care of the rest. How's that sound?"

The two looked at each other then back at me.

"You can cook?" Mark asked with a weird look.

"First you insult my fighting and now my cooking even though you haven't seen either of them." Leaned my head on my hand and my elbow on the table. "You're very quick to judge aren't you?"

"Wha-? Oh right. I guess I am a bit..." Mark struggled for the right word.

"Judgemental?" Dave offered with a smile.

Mark frowned. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

"You kind of are." Dave smirked. "Just on certain things though. Somethings I'll admit you are more open minded about. Just not the right things."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Mark demanded.

"Ok!" I interrupted to prevent a fight. "Lets get started. Shall we?"

"I guess we should. Today marks day three of the convention! Can't be late!"

"Be late for what?" Dave asked as he got out the bread.

"... Since when have I ever known what I was talking about? Huh, Dave?" Mark replied. "I just say random stuff. You know that."

"Whatever. Lets just start already. I'm starving."

The day went on mostly like expected. Mark saying random things that sometimes... well most the time really had nothing to do with the topic. Dave correcting people and being well Dave. Jake obsessing over Slendy and his proxies and Carla giving the three other boys odd looks and wondering why in the world she hung out with these idiots. However after everyone met up at Marks something unexpected happened. Well unexpected in their eyes. The doorbell rang followed by several forceful knocks.

"Uh... Who-?" Mark started before standing and moving toward the door.

He opened it and everyone's jaws, I swear, they all dropped. I found this rather amusing. They acted like they had never seen a cop before. Then again I guess it was a bit of a shock to have the police showing up at one of your closest friends door.

"Um... Can I help you officers?" Mark asked hesitantly.

"Are you aware of the incident that happened last night?" The brunette inquired.

"Uh? Incident? No. What happened last night?"

"A block down a family was murdered." The redhead informed.

"Wh- what?"

"The Colins family-"

"What do you mean they were murdered?"

"Exactly that. Lets just cut to the you or any of your friends see any suspicious characters last night?" The redhead continued.

"Um no. Nothing. Sorry we weren't any help."

"That's fine. You have a good day now." The brunette replied with a sigh, mumbling something about another dead end.

"Wait. Do you have any leads on who killed them?"

The officers sighed. They weren't going to find anything. I wear gloves and the only witnesses were taken care of.

"No. We have nothing. They were smart I'll give them that. They must've wiped away their fingerprints after they were finished."

As a matter of fact I did. The water did most of the work though.

"Every single one had their throats cut open." The brunette shuddered.

The officers exited. Ha. Idiots. Mark stood there for a minute.

"They were killed... An entire family was killed without anyone knowing. No clues to the identity of the murderer... This was obviously not a normal killer. Do you know what this means, Jake?"

"A proxy was really close to your house!"

"Yes! Oh I wish I could've seen it! I wonder who it was!"

Carla facepalmed. "Neither of you are the least bit disturbed that there was a killing? At all?"

Her question went by unnoticed. Were there seriously people like them? Well of course there was. What was I thinking?

"Um um Jeff the Killer?"

"No you idiot he always causes a commotion! They'd know who it was." Jake frowned under the mask he had on once again. "Maybe it was Eyeless Jack? No they'd have missing organs... then."

"Jane the Killer?" Dave suggested. "Then again she has a habit of getting caught too... Right?"

"What about BEN? No wait they would've been drowned then." Mark corrected himself.

"Ugh! This is so hard!" Dave complained.

"Well we know one thing." Jake leaned on his hands. "It wasn't ."

Dave and Mark shrugged with a few mumbled agreements.

"For the love of- Ugh. Your neighbors were Just killed Mark." Carla scowled.

"Yeah I know!" Mark smiled. "By a proxy!"

Carla shook her head as they went on discussing who could've done it. "At least you're not obsessed with them." Carla said turning to me.

"You're not a fan?" I asked her. "Why hang out with these idiots if you have no interest?"

"Oh I am a bit of a fan..." She admitted. "I'm just not... obsessed."

"You're a fangirl of who?" I asked kind of curious now.

"Umm... well. I always thought Masky was kind of cool."

I smirked under my mask as she blushed. She was a Masky fangirl. I guess she wasn't too different from these morons like she put herself out to be. She was like them just on a lower level I guess you could say. I wonder what her other friends thought of this.

"So what do your other friends think of that?"

"Oh um honestly they don't know I go and do this kind of thing..." She smiled a nervous smile like saying that would send them an instant message of what she was doing.

"Ah. Well you do realize that one of these days they might find out, right?"

"I guess, but I think I'm going to put that off for as long as possible. If they find out..." She shuddered. "I am never going to live it down. They'll tease me about it forever."

We looked to the three obsessing boys when one of them said 'Masky and Hoody.' However we both looked for rather different reasons.

"But wasn't it a single killer?" Dave asked.

"We don't know that." Mark replied. "But if it was just one so what? I mean they'd don't always kill together. There are those rare occasions... Now then. Which one would it have been then?"

"Masky." Dave voted.

"Masky." Carla agreed.

"Hoody." Jake said taking the other side.

"Masky." Mark cast in his vote.

They looked to me.

"Hoody."

Of course it was me. I knew the answer because I Did It.

Mark smirked. "Why, Hoody?"

"Why, Masky?" I returned. After all my answer wouldn't make much sense, would it?

"Hoody kicks a_s." Jake said with a matter of factly voice.

I was really starting to like him. Even though I did want to kill him at first. He was someone who actually like me. I had an actual fan! I couldn't kill my only fan... What was so great about Masky anyway?

"Why?" Mark continued to press with that smirk of his that reminded me of Jeff the Killers.

I smiled at the thought of Me actually beating Him.

"He like never gets caught. He has the common sense to wear gloves so he doesn't leave any fingerprints in the first place. So instead of staying and wiping away things that he may have touched he's getting the f_ck out of there. That's why." Jake responded. "Masky tagging along just increases the chance of him getting caught. He's holding him back."

"What?" Carla asked sounding kind of offended at the comment.

"You heard me. Instead of just leaving they have to waste time wiping away Masky's 's why there are more pictures of Masky and I can bet that most if not all of the pictures of Hoody exist because they had to stick around and clean up. And you know what?"

Yeah... I liked Jake now. I liked him better than Mark and Dave now.

"Masky is so much cooler!" Carla interrupted.

"That's why he has so much more fans" Dave nodded his head in agreement.

"And You Know What?" Jake repeated. "I bet that the reason Hoody was working alone last night-"

"It wasn't Hoody." Mark disagreed though Jake kept talking through the interruption.

"- was because he got sick of Masky. He didn't want to get caught so he went it alone and guess what? No one has a clue who did it Because." Jake waited for them to finish it and when they didn't he continued. "Masky wasn't there to slow them down this time. I rest my case. You all can say that Masky's better, but we all know that with nothing other than 'he has more fans' for your argument I win."

The three seemed at loss though very unwilling to admit that they lost the argument.

"Well I say we head out." Mark said to break the silence.

The time that was spent at the... whatever they called it. I'm sure they had an official name for it besides convention, but really? Why should I care? Anyway the time spent there was mostly spent having the Masky fans in the group trying to convince Jake and I that Masky was way better. At some point Mark had started asking people as we walked by who was better out of the two and soon enough the other two had joined in, in that. Honestly I had thought that Dave was above doing things like that, but apparently I was wrong. I was getting a bit frustrated with this. I mean don't they understand that nothing that they say or do is going to change Jake's opinion? He had so many things to say that supported his side and they had that Masky had more fans. By the end of the day I was at the point where I was going to ram my head into a wall.

"Ugh." I groaned at their latest attempt at convincing. "Ok I get your opinion and I guess I can understand how that would make some sense, but honestly I just don't care."

Jake started laughing. "Same here. Nothing you guys say is going to make any difference. You can be Masky fans, but the thing is-"

"We don't care." I finished.

"Exactly."

"But I just don't get it. Masky appears more because he gets more missions or something." Mark pressed on with the conversation. "So that means his performance is better."

"Yes!" Carla cheered.

"Mother of-..." I sighed and shook my head.

In one ear and out the other. They didn't listen to what we had said at all, did they?

"Am I going to have to listen to this all night?" I asked Mark and Dave.

The only response I got was more talk between the two of other proxy's and how they would rate them on a threat level or something like that. I guess it would probably be a yes anyway. I sighed and once again looked out at the darkening streets. The streetlights were on. That meant that it was just dark enough for the proxy's to come out and play. Oh what fun. Wonder who's going to get sent to try and kill me this time. After a while I decided that it was about time to head out and face whoever was sent this time. I started walking away and toward the doors.

"Love to stay and listen to this all night, but... yeah I'd actually rather not so I'll see you guys later." I said walking backward a few steps before exiting and heading down the dark street.

The streets were quiet like last night. I found myself walking back toward the place where Jeff and I had fought. Like expected the place was cleaned up. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to be there. I hadn't heard of anything besides the dead family so that must mean that he either found the strength to stand and get away or the other proxy's came looking for him. My money was on the second one. What I wanted to know was if I had actually killed him. I walked the dark streets for a while and when I didn't get attacked by anyone I headed back toward Marks place. Carla's car wasn't there anymore, but Jakes was. I walked up to the door and knocked. Mark answered the door like expected.

"Hey." Dave greeted once I entered the living room with Mark.

Jake leaned back in his seat in an irritated way as Mark sat down and the two once again argued over who was more of a threat out of BEN, Eyeless Jack, and Laughing Jack.

"Am I seriously going to have to listen to this All night?" I asked again.

They looked at me.

"Possibly." Dave answered.

I rolled my eyes at the answer. Sure he couldn't see it, but whatever. That really didn't matter to me at the moment. I looked to the clock then to the three still arguing guys.

"Well I can see why Carla left." I commented though no one reacted.

The next day was pretty much the same besides the fact that everyone was leaving. Hotels were clearing out at the end of the day. People were finally packing up and going back wherever they had come from. That left me with the opportunity to leave and pretend that I was going back so some other place. Now I didn't have to make up excuses for why I was gone late into the night that one night. Whatever I said they bought so it was ok I guess. Maybe I could move into a hotel and say I was going to stick around for a little while so I wouldn't get stuck in the traffic, which picked up as people started leaving, or something. Then I wouldn't be alone for a little longer. Why not? It was worth a shot, wasn't it? Then again it would look a bit odd for me to still be wearing what I usually do... I guess I was going to 'leave' and be alone.

"Well I guess we'll see you next year then?" Dave asked.

"I better see you next year." Jake cut in.

"Maybe. It's a possibility." I Responded.

"What? Are you not coming next year?" Carla asked with a frown.

I shrugged. "I might not."

"Nope. You're coming next year. I just decided. You're going to come back whether you want to or not. If you don't I'll find you and drag you here myself." Jake proclaimed.

"Yeah good luck with that." I smirked.

Chances were they'd never see me again. And if they did they probably wouldn't know it was me.

"Well I've got to get going. See ya."

This was boring and just plain out lonely. Now that I didn't have those four idiots to entertain me I was bored and that empty space was back. I walked the halls of the not so quiet hotel that night. Time for me to go hunting. I feared that I'd lose it if I didn't go out tonight. I skipped one night since I left those equaled two nights. I didn't want to skip another. I exited out into the cool night air. I chose a different neighborhood than really didn't need anymore drama over there. I walked up the driveway of one of the richer looking houses. They would be the next. I easily got in. Apparently someone doesn't know how to lock windows.

I moved through the halls silently as possible on the hard marble floors. I looked at the pictures on the walls. A family of three. Two kids and a single mother. Looks like mommy is a rich gal. Two boys. Twins. Oh fun. Playing a game of hide and go seek in a maze like house. I quickly found the twins room. Seriously. Why have such a big house if you're only going to use two of the rooms? All it does is cost you money.

This was just too easy! They all had gone down far too easily. They hadn't even known I was there. Wiping the blood on my dagger on the mothers bed I headed out. This was far too boring. It was hardly a distraction. I guess I was going to have to hit another house. But where to go? Meh. I'll just get the one next door. That'll get the cops thinking. They'll be all 'da fock?' They'd think it was a message or something. Idiots. I exited through the front door like I always did. That was always fun. Why? I don't know. It just is. I walked to the sidewalk and stopped. The one on the right or the one on the left? The one on the right looked too cheerful for my tastes. All the flowers and the fake animals.

I started toward it, but stopped. Wait a second...

"..."

I turned toward my new hunter. I smirked.

"Hey, EJ."

"Have fun in there?" Eyeless Jack asked tilting his head to the side a bit.

"Not really. They were boring." I responded.

Jack allowed a small jagged toothed smile to grace his features. "Looks like you can finally hold up a conversation."

"..." I watched him carefully.

"Did beating down Jeff help?"

Well yeah.

"A lot." I admitted.

Jack's battle ready position slackened.

"I still can't believe You did that. He was half dead by the time Smile led us to him."

"So he's still alive?" I silently swore."He's gonna kill me." I muttered to myself.

Next time we met up he wasn't going to fall for anything. He was going to attack and that would be it. Oh well... I had a better chance against him than I did the Rake. The Rake was scary as h_ll.

"So are you ready to come back?" Jack asked.

Uh no. There was no way I was going back there. I'd have to face Masky. Then there was Jeff. He'd rip out my guts then leave me to drown in my own blood. Assuming this wasn't a trick to get me to come back for an easier kill.

I shook my head. "No."

That jagged smile of his faded. "No? Just what do you hope to gain out here?"

"..."

What did I hope to gain? What else besides my own freedom? What else besides a cure for the empty space?

"Staying here isn't going to help you."

"You don't know anything."

"Running away from the problem isn't going to solve it."

"Quit acting like you know what's going on. I'm going to figure it out on my own." I glowered.

"What if you can't?"

"I can!"

"What if you can't?! What then?!"

"..."

"It would be best for everyone if you just came back."

"..."

"Everyone's worried we're going to have to kill you."

"..."

"Masky's falling apart-"

"Masky?" I could feel that empty space ache and that just fueled my bad mood.

"Yeah. He's having a mental breakdown or something-"

"Let him fall apart." I muttered.

"What?"

"He's not my problem anymore."

"... Nothing I say is going to change your mind, is it?"

"..."

My response was drawing into a battle stance. My dagger ready.

"Fine. I see how it is."

With that the fight started. This should be easier than the fight with Jeff. Jack dashed forward like expected. His attempt to strike me was halted when I simply slashed at him with the dagger. The blade however only cut the air. The fight was getting nowhere and that was easy to see after a while. We were just entering in a strike here and there and dodging. Neither of us had landed a hit. Not even once and that was rather annoying. Then Jack did something rather unexpected. He pulled a Masky move and tackled me. I quickly retaliated by driving the dagger into his shoulder. Or should I say tried. I just cut it before he caught my wrist. We fought over the dagger. Punching and kicking. I was very unwilling to let go however.

This wasn't as intense as the fight with Jeff, but it was rather difficult. Considering the fact that he had a larger muscle build than I did. Not by much really, but it was enough. Probably because he ate his victims alive and they were all bound to put up a fight.

"Just let it go and give up!"

My response was once again trying to kick him off. His grip on my wrist loosened just enough for me to rip free. I made another attempt at driving the blade into his shoulder. He seemed to be struggling not to cry out when it hit it's mark. Taking the chance I had I actually, Finally kicked him off. Winding my free arm around his neck I placed the blade on his side. Positioning it so that I could drive the blade under his ribcage if necessary. Neither of us moved for a minute. There was wind blew slightly as if to signal that this needed to end before someone noticed the scene. However... Could I do it? Could I finish him?

As I thought the questions over Jack moved up his mask to show his sharp jagged teeth and before I could react sunk them into my arm. I drove the dagger into his side and with that I got my answer. No. I couldn't. Hissing like some animal I ripped my arm away and got back. Well that hurt! Another hunter down. Holding my arm I took a couple of steps back like he was going to jump back up though I knew he wouldn't. He wasn't stupid. He wouldn't attack again with that wound, right? Turning I headed down the street. I really didn't want to stick around and find out if anyone had heard. Most likely someone did.

My pace quickened upon hearing the sound of pursuit. I however refused to look back. I guess I overestimated his intelligence and underestimated his endurance. I whipped around once we were a good distance away and hidden by the slightly taller buildings. My dagger ready. I stopped. How the- I froze. Shocked. No. This couldn't happen.