You know what's weird? Having conflicting headcannons.

You see, for some strange reason I have multiple headcanons on creepypastas, and some of them are the complete opposite of each other! It doesn't annoy me, cuz in a fic I can pick and choose what I want...but, it's weird, you know?

For ex:

EJ:

Headcannon used for this fanfic

-Very romantic and kind.

Headcannon used for other fanfic I will write one of these days

-Not romantic at all

You see what I mean!? XD I'm a sad person...

Q and A time! :D

AlphaReapr:

I hate The Observer...but i like that guy! Awesome, annoying, mysterious, powerful...damn!
Hmmmm...maybe I should choose him instead...

Me: Lawlz

Ben: Hah, well, I'm all of those things except annoying, so you should go for me.

Observer: Oh, on the contrair, you're the annoying one.

Ben: Shut up! Go back to Italy or wherever you came from!

SkullKid001:

I think the observer is a dick! What do say to that, Obser-dick? Huwh? From now on I WILL CALL YOU OBSERDICK! Yay you!

Observer: Why is everyone hating on me? I only defended myself from the others. What, you wanted me to get hurt? Well, that's a mean thing to think.

(note: She reviewed on previous chappies, too, so these are from earlier)

OHMIGAWD xD Brotherly love and dresses. I really think it's dangerous for him to cook. ESPECIALLY when he's in a wheel chair. I mean, HOW CAN YOU COOK IN A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR, JEFFREY ALAN WOODS?! HOW?! DID YOU EVEN THINK THAT THROUGH?!

Jeff: One: Don't say my full name, it's annoying. Two: I think everything through.

Masky: You think nothing through. You always jump into everything you see.

Jeff: Fuck you.

And Ben, I have a few things to say to you.
1: I hate you. I will hate you, and love you forever. It's a love-hate thing.
2: I think that trick was really tricky. SMILE DOG IS A GOOD BUT EASILY INFLUENCED DOG. I DO NOT BLAME HIM. But you, are SUCH a fucking fuckass. :O {FUCK YOU.
3: I was playing 'Ocarina of time' on my 3DS, y'know, the one that's set before Majora's mask? Well, I named my file 'BEN' yes, I all caps, and I still hate you, and now it's glitching up. And it's a proper game cartridge, not a copy. I really hate you. And HMS is as creepy as fuck, too.

Ben: Love hate thing? Sounds interesting. And yes, Smile can be very easily influenced. Most people can be if you know what you're doing. Fuck you, too. And that's what you get for naming the file BEN. Silly girl. Also, yes, HMS is creepy. ;)

And it really is obvious that you ship MaskyXHoodie. X3 SHIIIP IIIIIT

Masky: Please don't...

Hoodie: I-it's embarrassing...

Ben: That's 'cause it's true.

Masky: Shut up you little sick fuck!

StormyKittens:

Ben: Fuck you. Fuck you and your mangy dog to eternity in the fiery depths of hell.

Liz69:

BEEEEEEN! Nooooooooo! *falls to knees* Your Dead To Me Observer! :(

Observer: But I'm not dead, so I'm afraid you've had a misunderstanding. Unless you're meaning the figurative use of the phrase, in which I will say this: Please stop hating on me.

Me: And that's that! Now enjoy thy chappie! (Dedicated to everyone who reviewed)

Chapter 19: Drowning Once Again

"Hey!" you yelled as your bro whacked you with a foam sword. You giggled and whacked him back with your own. He laughed too.

"What? You're never gonna learn how to fight if you keep letting me hit you!" he said. Then he chased you all around the front yard, hitting you with the sword. You squealed and kept running, going as fast as your tiny legs could go.

Suddenly you tripped on one of the sprinklers and fell to the ground. There was a very immense pain in your big toe, and you began crying. Bro dropped his sword and ran the rest of the way to you. He gathered you in his arms and whispered soothing things after he asked where it hurt.

"M-My toe." you whimpered. He looked at it for a second before quickly looking away.

"Is it bad?" you asked. He shook his head just as fast as he looked away.

"No... No it's all good." he said, sounding as if he was trying to reassure himself more than you. He smiled at you and kissed your hair. "It's gonna be all right, okay?"

"O-okay." you whispered. He stood up and turned to the house but you grabbed his leg.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to tell Mommy and Daddy what happened."

"Please don't leave me." you begged. You didn't know why, but you were terribly scared of being alone at the moment. You felt as if you were being watched, like you were when that man took you from the bedroom window...

"Alright, I won't." he said reluctantly, sitting down again and pulling you close.

"I won't ever leave you."

You awoke with a start and looked around. Wait... This wasn't your room! It was never this big!

Then you heard a sigh next to you. Turning, you saw Sally sleeping next to you. Then you remembered where you were again. You felt something wet against your cheek and touched it. Tears. You had been crying during your dream.

"Why, Bro?" you wondered aloud. "Why did you lie?"

You sighed and stood up. You blinked, remembering Hoodie's journal for some reason. Why would you remember that? You thought about it before realizing what he had written in one of his entries.

He slept with Masky.

You smirked and wiped the rest of your tears away, your mood changing. You looked over at the clock.

2:37 a.m.

Perfect time to go see what that looks like.

Grinning from ear to ear, you gently opened your door and crept out into the dimly lit hallway. You tip-toed a floor up and walked over to their bedroom door. You tested the door to see if it was locked. It swung open with ease, surprisingly not making a sound. Peering in, you almost gasped at what you saw.

There were two beds on either side of the room. On the bed to your right, was Masky and Hoodie. Hoodie was curled up close to Masky and Masky had his arms and legs wrapped around him, restraining him from curling up any further. The covers were tousled around them, making their boxers visible. Hoodie still wore his mask while Masky had his on the nightstand, revealing a peaceful face. You wanted to touch his cheek, but you stopped yourself. What you really wanted to do was take a picture of them.

You quickly went back to your room and retrieved your phone that you never used. You then went back to their room and quietly walked up to Masky's bed. They were so cute that you wanted to squeal and cry and roll all over the floor, but instead you took a picture of them. You decided to take more from various different angles. Snickering, you took a final one before shutting off your phone and putting it back.

Just for kicks, you went and watched them again. One of the reasons why is that you were bored and there was no way that you could go back to sleep.

Then Masky twitched.

You were afraid he was going to wake up, so you went and hid in the closet, leaving it open a crack so that you could see through.

Masky sat up immediately after you had hidden. His blue eyes shone bright against the darkness of the room. He shuddered and held his head between his knees, shaking. You watched as his nails dug into his hair. He then rolled of the bed and curled up into a tight ball. Hoodie shifted, not feeling Masky anymore.

Masky sudden got up. He searched the room with his eyes before covering them with his hands. He spun around and knocked the nightstand over, the lamp breaking into pieces as his mask cluttered to the ground. Hoodie awoke with a start and turned to Masky, who had fallen to his knees. You noticed they were bloody because of the glass.

"Masky! W-What's wrong?" Hoodie asked. You knew he stuttered more when talking to the others. Masky shook his head and whimpered. Hoodie went over to him and kneeled down.

"Is he trying to g-gain control, again?" Hoodie whispered. Masky nodded. Someone gaining control? What was Hoodie talking about?

"D-don't worry Masky, Tim's o-only a human, so you're stronger." Hoodie assured him. Tim? Who the fuck was Tim? You were wondering about that until Masky bit his lip hard and inhaled through his teeth.

"M-Masky, should I get Slender?" Hoodie asked. Masky quickly shook his head. He quivered before standing up and falling down again, his palms hitting the clear shards on the floor. Masky yelped in pain before holding his temples, not caring that glass was puncturing his hands and head. Hoodie tried to pull his hands away, but Masky growled at him and turned away.

"P-pills." Masky's voice trembled. You've never seen him so vulnerable before. Hoodie nodded and stood up, rushing over to the dresser and wincing as the glass pricked his feet. He threw open the drawers and searched around, throwing out clothes and other things. When he couldn't find anything, he threw away the drawer and searched the next one. When all of them came up empty, he put his hands on his head, trying to think. Masky looked as if he was trying to rip his face off by the way his nails were digging into his skin.

"The c-closet!" Hoodie yelled and raced over to where you hid. You went to the corner where all the clothes were and tried to make yourself as small as possible. Hoodie threw open the door and looked through the upper shelves. He pulled items off of the shelves and onto the floor, until there was nothing up there.

Masky let out a low strangled sound as he pounded his head against the wall. Hoodie turned and ran to the door on the left wall. He opened the door and flipped on the light before going inside. You stared. They had a bathroom in their room!? No fair!

"Oh fuck!" you heard Hoodie shout before he rushed back in the room. You knew it must be bad, because you've never heard Hoodie cuss before. "We're o-out of the goddamn pills!"

"Now!?" Masky screamed. He gasped and his whimpers fell silent. He was looking at the ground so you couldn't see his face.

"M-Masky...?" Hoodie asked. Masky quickly stood up and backed away from Hoodie. You saw that his eyes showed fear.

"Ah! Get the fuck away from me, you disgusting piece of shit!" Masky yelled. His voice sounded a bit deeper than before. Hoodie took a step backward, then reached for Masky's mask. Masky grabbed a pillow and chucked it at Hoodie. Hoodie dodged and lunged at Masky. Masky turned and burst out the window, shattering the glass. Hoodie turned and raced out of the room, calling for Slenderman.

You crawled out from your hiding place and peeked out of the window just in time to see Masky's form disappear into the trees. You then saw Hoodie trailing after him in only his boxers. Slenderman was there too, but teleported away.

You slowly walked out of the room and into the hallway. You wanted to help find Masky, too. Screw regular clothes, you were just going to go in your pajamas and put on your shoes.

You raced out the front door and into the misty night. It was pretty cold but you didn't care at the moment. You ran in the direction you saw Masky heading, hoping he didn't get too far.

"No!" you heard Masky scream. "Dying is better than being controlled by you freaks!"

You headed towards his voice. You realized that the creepypastas actually were the bad guys, not the human that had turned proxy. You really wanted to side with Tim, but it felt as if he was the bad guy. You were actually looking through evil's point of view. It wasn't their fault that they were like that. They were made that way.

Great, now you're really screwed up. The sooner you got away from them the better.

So why was it that you were chasing after Masky when you should take this opportunity and run for your life?

You felt an arm wrap around you and a knife held to your throat. You quickly sprang into action and kicked whoever it was in the unmentionables and took the knife, whirling around to see who had held you. You saw a man with black hair kneeling over and holding his crotch. He wore black and white, but the strangest thing about him was his nose, which was a cone. He reminded you of a clown for some reason.

"Are you a rapist clown?" you asked, pointing the knife at him. He looked up at you and made a face.

"As if! I was trying to protect my friends from you!" he said. You stared at him.

"As you can see, I was defenceless you fucktard." he glared at you.

"Well, you're a hunter, aren't you?" he asked. You groaned and shook your head. He straightened up and snatched the knife away from you.

"Well then, who are you?"

"I'm _, living with the creepypastas." you said. He nodded.

"Eh, I could smell them on you." he replied. "I'm Laughing Jack, by the way. Just call me LJ." he introduced himself. You nodded.

"So what are you doing here?" you asked. You haven't seen him around the mansion, so you knew he didn't live there.

"I was checking up on good ol' Slendy and fellow residents, that's all." he said. "You?"

"Kidnapped." you replied. He nodded.

"So you're trying to escape."

"No."

"Let me escort you back, then."

You two walked in silence the whole way back. While you were walking, you wondered what happened to Masky. Did he escape? Get caught? Or did he... die?

Laughing Jack opened the front doors as if he lived there and let you in first. You huffed and stepped inside. Jack gestured for you to stay there and went upstairs. A minute later he went back down with the others except Ben. Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack seemed to be getting along, and you somehow found that ironic.

Slenderman and Hoodie walked back in. Slender was holding Masky with his tentacles, who appeared to be asleep. Hoodie quickly rushed upstairs with them. Jeff stared at where they disappeared.

"Um, why did a half naked Hoodie and Masky enter from outside?" Jeff asked. The group snickered, including you. About five minutes later they all came back. Hoodie was fully clothed along with Masky, who was awake and wearing his mask again. They didn't mention what happened earlier.

"State your business, Laughing Jack." Slenderman ordered. Laughing Jack nodded and you expected him to tell them what he said to you, but he didn't.

"The hunters are making advances. Tails Doll seems to be dead because of them, but I'm not sure. They're getting really close to finding out where the mansion is. I came as soon as I could with the news. It's dangerous going out there. I almost got attacked on my way here; barely hid in time before a patrol came around." he explained. Everyone gasped and began whispering to themselves until Slender spoke.

"Thank you for the warning, it is much appreciated." Slender said. He turned to the others. "Take _ and keep her in her room. She'll be protected there." they nodded and you stared at them.

"Fuck no, I'm staying here and helping you all!" you protested. Masky gripped your wrist and stared you in the eye. Well, it seemed as if he was.

"Please, listen to what He says." Masky said. You reluctantly let him put you in your room. You knew you were just a lousy human and couldn't really protect anyone or yourself-especially against the supernatural-but you still wanted to be of use. You heard the door lock behind you and you sighed. You heard talking and pressed your ear up to the door.

"Hey, Hoodie, sorry about earlier. That was Tim talking." Masky said.

"B-but I am kind of a piece o-of crap." Hoodie muttered. You heard movement, then Masky spoke.

"Well then, you're the most adorable little shit I've ever seen, then."

You smiled and sat down on the bed. Maybe everyone was just freaking out. Soon Slenderman would let you out of your room and say that Laughing Jack was overreacting and that little fuck named Tails Doll was just fine.

Yep, everything would be just fine.

Ben straightened his hat and continued walking through the woods. He had gotten up early for some strange reason and couldn't go to sleep, so he decided to take a walk. The forest was so peaceful right now, the only sound to be heard was the crunching of his boots on the fallen leaves.

Suddenly Ben was knocked to the ground. He yelped and looked up to see a hunter, sword already drawn. He rolled out of the way when he struck and got up quickly. He picked up a rock to throw at the hunter, but was bowled over. He dropped the rock and expected to land on the ground, but he kept falling. His hat flew off him as he looked down. What he saw made his blood run cold.

He was falling off a small cliff and into a lake.

Screaming, Ben plummeted into the water. He choked on the liquid rushing down his throat, the air sapped out of him. He couldn't breathe. He was slowly sinking deeper into the lake, a feeble hand reaching up towards the surface.

Ben was drowning once again.

Did you know this fanfic came to me while I was listening to a nightcored dubstep song? Pretty cool how inspiration can come from anywhere.

Laughing Jack is now available for questions and convos. :3

I'm really tired and I wanted to upload today, so no convos today. Sorry. Sides, the chapter seems very long to me.

Ben: Lazy bitch.

Me: Drowning prick.

Anyway, see you next upload! :D