Chapter 25, Carnival, Chords, and Cats.
"Word" – Speech.
'Word' – Thought.
"Word" – Slender Speech.
#Word# - Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time as they appear on-screen.
~Word~ - Written words.
$"Word"$ - Parseltongue.
Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.
Any CreepyPastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.
I also have no ownership of any brands, games, franchises or shows mentioned in this fic.
Any persons mentioned outside of the stories that this fic is based on, that I haven't stated are a reference, are purely fictional. I do not condone killing unless it is justified, i.e. Hunting animals for food or as a last resort in defence. Any similarities to any persons mentioned are purely coincidental, unless it is in reference then I will have stated where the reference was from if it is overly obscure at the end.
Locations in which the kills are chosen are selected by online generators and I zoom in to see what's near there on google maps. All kill scenes that I write that did not occur in the Harry Potter book series are not based on any real-life events.
Author's note.
Right then.
Chapter 25, I am breezing through these.
Now if only I could do the same with College.
I finally remembered the login for my Tumblr account and I'm going to try and do something with it.
What I've been meaning to do for a while now is get back into learning how to draw little cartoon things like Chibi's and other things so what I'm going to do is once I have something to go up on the Tumblr that I want to share with you then I'll post the link for anyone who might be interested to go see it.
If I do start doing this then I know what I'm going to try drawing.
And yes, it's going to be little scenes from the fic.
Anything else that I need to say?
No, I think that's about it.
Right then, onto the reviews;
DarkRavie;
Glad that you like it.
ravenclawoutcast13;
New URL, hi, welcome.
Glad that you like the story.
Ok, more pastas for me to read, yay,
I've read 'Candlecove' so I can work that one in easily.
'Petscop' and 'Episode 23.5' not yet, but I'll look them up, thank you.
I have a side story called EXTRAS for this fic where I post things that and if I don't have the Slendy-Bros in this fic then there'll be a chapter for them there.
WhiteWhisperingWind;
Heyo, actually writing this piece 4 minutes after you posted, cool.
Yeah, I probably was thinking a very different thing with what you said. Isn't there a picture set that when Edward (I think his name is) asks Belle (I think) what he is it cuts to Alan Rickman saying 'Glittering Fairy Princess'?
Glad that you loved the chapter.
I might write a little more with Jason with Isaac this chapter, don't know what about yet, but I'll do it.
Never apologise for half-asleep logic, that's when the best ideas come out to play, like making smores with thermite.
What could possibly go wrong with that idea?
And I think I know what I'm going to have Toby do soon...
Sweet Smilie;
Yeah, always make sure that your victim is dead before burning.
I'm going to have to start planning how much changes in book 4 and 5 now, I'd better make sure that I do not disappoint.
I'm going to try and write more set-ups for Toby and Liu's sass battles, they're fun to write.
Really, being locked inside his own mind isn't punishment enough for Lockhart?
Fine, I'll add some more later, not going to do it now or in any of the soon to come chapters, but I'll do more to him later.
The MarpasChappers;
MARPAS!
You're not dead! Yay!
And plus... You are the 100th reviewer!
Yay, a milestone worthy of yet another EXTRAS chapter.
I've nearly finished the one for getting 20k views so this should be good.
I'm going to consolidate your three reviews into one massive one.
The long list;
1, Snape and Isaac.
I thought that I did well with that scene, it seems that I did.
... I think that I'll keep the answer to myself for now...
2, Creep Snape.
Oh god no, that would be terrifying, I'm running away now.
A creep Snape would definitely be interesting, but no, I don't think he will become one.
Maybe in an EXTRAS.
3, Creep FanGirl Ginny.
Ben would knock her away with her own detached limbs.
I take it you've read the latest EXTRAS chapter ;D
I think it'll be another EXTRAS chapter if I ever decide to do something with that idea.
4, Eris and Isaac.
I want to write more little derpy scenes with Iris, I imagine she's one of those dogs with a really derpy look on her face all the time.
Writing the scene with her and Isaac was fun.
5, Basilisk Venom and Pheonix Tears.
Hmm... I might have an idea, I will reveal it in due time.
6, L.J VS I.T.
Who would win between L.J and Pennywise?
That is a really good question.
Pennywise would get frustrated at the Mansion since no one there would be allowed to become his fear-snacks, beyond that... I dunno.
Isaac and Dragons.
'sighs'
He's not getting to keep the Dragon.
I know what he will do around that time, but he isn't keeping the dragon.
...
I'm going to have to cue another EXTRAS chapter now, aren't I?
7, Toby / Liu.
I may have tried to make a ship name and said out loud "Luby,"...
and then hit my head off my desk while laughing.
If it doesn't work well through the translations "Luby," sounds like something that's been covered in lube and is slippery.
'sighs again'
No matter how many people ask for it, I won't be writing anything overly sexual in this fic or EXTRAS. I'll hint at it at most, but I'm not writing any smut or a Lemon.
I might write an EXTRAS chapter where one or the other gets caught in a heavy make-out session, but I don't know, I've got enough on that list for now.
I take it that the 'shovel' talk is your version of the 'birds and the bees' talk.
8, Kidnappings.
If it hasn't become a thing by now then I am not writing enough scenes where Isaac somehow gets kidnapped.
Ok, that's all the reviews I got this week.
DP, my wonderful Beta, is still going through stuff so they are going to be back next week.
Well, I think that's about it, onto the chapter.
Hope you enjoy,
OH! and...
Lunarwolf11021... You have no idea how strong the urge to throw a few tennis balls at you was when I had to start writing their dialogue. I kinda gave up and ended up with a sore lump on my head from it hitting the desk.
Besides that, enjoy,
SteamGeek01.
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Hogwarts.
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office chair.
His fingers were steepled as he looked at The Sword of Godric Gryffindor that stood glinting in the cabinet on the far side of the room.
He narrowed his eyes as a cloud parted and a ruby in the hilt reflected the light into his eyes.
He sighed as he stirred the pensieve on his desk.
The memory of him holding an old, filthy, diary floated to the surface and he watched the image rotate as the fluid in the pensieve settled once again.
Blue eyes were cold and calculating as he elegantly wrote down his thoughts on a piece of parchment.
~Riddle / Voldemort~
~Creates Diary~
~Quirrell and Shade Voldemort~
~Soul splitting?~
He sat a little taller as he thought back to just glimpsing the dust-like form of Voldemort fleeing the chamber in Potter's first year.
"Horcruxes," he whispered softly, "Oh, Tom, what have you done?"
The quill dropped from his hand as a thought occurred to him.
Harry Potter's scar, his ability to speak Parseltongue, the boy mentioning that his scar had ached slightly before confronting Quirrell / Voldemort.
"He couldn't be," Dumbledore said quietly before picking up the quill, dipping it in the ink-pot, and writing.
~Horcruxes~
~Diary Horcrux
~Potter Horcrux~
~Others?~
He let the quill fall from his hand again as he realised the implications.
If Voldemort really had imparted a piece of his soul, perhaps unwillingly considering that he ordered Quirrell to kill the boy, then that would explain how Harry was a Parselmouth and why the scar ached when he was near Voldemort. It was the reaction between soul pieces.
Perhaps Voldemort had made more than just those two, the boy had his own personality and sense of being, after all, so the part in him must be rather small.
Dumbledore picked up the piece of parchment and folded it gently.
He walked around behind him to the bookcases that covered the alcove behind him and pulled out a nondescript book that looked like one of the numerous volumes that he had on the shelves.
This book, however, was merely an aged version of a Muggle telephone directory book that he had charmed so it blended in.
He placed the piece of parchment in the book, replaced it on the shelf, and sat back down.
Something tickled his chin and when he brought up a hand to wipe whatever it was away. He found a small, glistening, tear.
He looked at the small bead of water.
He had never intended for the boy to become a martyr.
A weapon, yes.
A soldier, loyal to him through the war and the years after, most definitely.
But a martyr...
He leaned back in his chair, showing the many years that aged his body.
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The Mansion
"GYAHH!" Isaac yelled as he jerked awake.
After a few moments of catching his breath, he rolled out of bed and knocked on the t.v.
"Thank you, Ben," he had asked Ben to help him get up since the timezones were still getting to him a bit.
#No Problem :D#
Isaac rolled his eyes at the pale yellow writing and smiley-face before he turned to his trunk and began clearing it out by piling stuff out onto the bed.
A clattering on the floor told him that Ben had crawled out.
"So, Specs, what you got planned for today?" Ben asked, picking up a few of Isaac's shirts and tossing them to him to be put away.
"Not much, probably get distracted from doing homework assignments by you to play games and..." Isaac said, closing the drawer for shirts, but Ben cut across him.
"What's this?" he asked, holding up a cloak of shimmering material.
Isaac stalled as he saw Ben holding his Father's invisibility cloak.
"It's... it... bring it here," Isaac said.
Ben brought the cloak to him and Isaac took it by the hood and let it fall to the ground.
"First Christmas at Hogwarts, I got a package. It didn't have the sender's name at the time but when I was in the Hospital wing after... you know, that shit with the Stone, Professor Dumbledore told me that he was the one to send it to me,"
"Ok, listen..." Ben started.
Toby and Masky had told them about what they thought of Hogwarts and it's Headmaster.
Something about talking to the man had put Masky off the aged wizard.
"It used to be my dads," Isaac said quietly.
Ben looked down at the shimmering cloak and he understood a little better at why Isaac would have kept it secret.
But what was so special about a cloak?
"Anyway, he said that it explained a lot about the things that my dad used to get up to at school," Isaac said, taking a step back.
Ben sat on the bed and watched curiously as Isaac put the cloak on with a jacket flip.
"Ok, you look stupid," Ben said as Isaac held out the edges of the cloak.
Isaac huffed dramatically, "Well if that's the case then I'll go,"
Ben was about to speak again when Isaac drew the cloak around him and vanished.
"Specs!" Ben gasped as he watched him disappear into thin air.
"Gyah!" Ben yelped as something flicked his nose.
"Specs?" Ben asked the seemingly empty room and the snickers from nowhere answered him.
Isaac took the cloak's hood off, his face about an inch from Ben's.
"Gyah!" Ben yelped again at the sudden reappearance.
"Cool, right?" Isaac asked, letting the cloak fall open and revealing himself properly.
Ben looked at Isaac for all of three seconds before scrambling under with him.
"Lemme see, lemme see," he said.
Isaac laughed and let the cloak fall around them and they moved in slightly dysfunctional tandem to the mirror on Isaac's desk.
"Woah," Ben said, picking up a game case and watching it hover in the air with his detached arm holding it up.
"This is seriously... Hrmpf!" Ben was cut off with Isaac clamping a hand over his mouth.
Masky had walked into the room, probably making sure that Isaac was up.
"Seriously, messy teen years already," he grumbled as he closed the door.
Isaac waited a few moments, "Ok, he's gone... Oi!"
Ben had gotten tired of waiting for Isaac to remove his hand and had licked it.
"Ew," Isaac said, wiping his hand on Ben's shirt.
"Says you," Ben said, "When was the last time you washed your hands?"
Isaac elbowed him gently in the stomach and Ben laughed.
"Ok, seriously, why did you not want anyone to know about this?" Ben asked him as Isaac folded the cloak back up and put it back in his trunk under last-years spell books.
"Because, aside from Slendy not letting anyone use my magic stuff, think about what would happen if Jeff, Toby, L.J, or Sally got a hold of this," Isaac said, pressing the books down to keep it hidden.
"Fair point," Ben admitted after a moment's contemplation at the chaos that would ensue as he picked up a pair of Isaac's trousers and threw them at him.
Isaac caught them, rolling his eyes, and tossed them into the drawers.
"You wanna play some games?" Ben said, nudging a few cases on the floor in front of the cabinet that held the t.v.
"Yeah, sure, just let me put these away," Isaac said, tossing a few bundles of socks and pants away.
Half an hour later they called a break so they could nab a late breakfast.
"Aah, there you are," L.J said as Isaac grabbed his toast.
"Hey," Isaac said, putting the toast on his plate and reaching for the jam.
He had just picked up the jar when L.J placed a hand on his shoulder and transported them to his Carnival.
Isaac went cross-eyed and wobbled slightly from the unexpected travel.
"C'mon, chop chop," L.J said, pushing Isaac forward a little.
"Ok, why?" Isaac asked him. He still had his plate with his toast and the jar of jam in hand.
L.J sighed, "I told Ben to tell you..."
L.J reached behind Isaac and pulled a chair into him so he was forced to sit.
"So, every so often, I get into a prank war with a few... friends," L.J said, "And I thought you might like to tag along this time,"
"Other creeps?" Isaac asked, still holding the jam and toast.
L.J nodded.
"I cleared this with Toby yesterday evening, and Masky," he said, "But, you do need to know a couple of things,"
"One, they can be a little... over the top," L.J said and Isaac snorted.
"And you can't be?" he asked.
"I know when to stop before someone really gets hurt," L.J said.
"So, they're a bit more... chaotic?" Isaac asked, trying to find the words.
"Yeah, that's one way to put it," L.J said, "I should mention that they won't be too bad, they'll know you're a proxy of Slendy so they won't try anything,"
"Ok," Isaac said, starting to get a little worried, "And why do you think I'd like to join?"
"After what you did with Lockhart, Teer got me his memories, I think..."
"But his memory was erased," Isaac interjected, "The wand backfired,"
"You'll have to talk to Teer about that," L.J said, "Turns out better than that happened, anyway, since you did such a good job with the blonde baboon, I think this will be right up your alley," L.J said, handing Isaac a butter knife so he could jam his, growing colder by the moment, toast.
"Ok, so what goes on?" Isaac asked, handing him the used knife.
"Well," L.J said, tossing the knife over his shoulder into a board that looked like the ones where someone strapped to it gets knives thrown at them, "Normally we just go with which of us three can pull off the most pranks but, with you, I think they'll accept teams this year,"
"Will we now?" a mildly comical voice, with a faint Irish twist, came from nowhere.
"Well, why not?" a softer, female, voice joined the first.
"Can he keep up with us though?" the first said.
"We'll leave that to Jackie to handle after we go," the second said.
Isaac heard L.J grunt at being called Jackie.
"Though I do wonder, whatever did the little Proxy do to get Slendy's attention?" the first asked.
"A murder most foul, perhaps?" the second offered, "Something strife with destruction,"
"Or perhaps a lost boy who wandered, and strayed from his elders?" the first said.
"Or perhaps he burnt his town down to embers?" the second guessed gleefully.
"Or you could ask me," Isaac said, finally finished with his toast.
"Nah, this is more fun," the female voice said.
"A story's always better at the start," the first said, "All to come,"
"And everything to be done," the second said.
Two figures, both a mix of bright and dark colouring, dropped down a few metres away from them.
Both their hair was coloured completely blue, though the female was brighter than the others.
Bells jangled on their boots and the flairings around their waists, the female also had bells attached to her hair that was done up in four bunches and tied with pink ribbons.
"Isaac," L.J said, "Meet Candy Pop,"
The male jester bowed, kicking a leg out and sweeping with his arm to over exaggerate his introduction.
"... and his sister, Candy Cane," L.J said and Candy Cane mirrored her brother's actions.
"So this is The Slendy-man's newest Proxy," Candy Cane said, stepping closer, "Quite a young one, at that,"
"True it is, it is true," Candy Pop said, walking over as well, "Though just why has Slendy taken an interest in you?"
"I'm just a Proxy until I snap," Isaac told them, "You want the full story or the quick one?"
The twin jesters looked at each other.
"Quick,"
"Full,"
They turned and glared at each other.
"You'll just pester him for the whole story later, Poppy," Cane said, "Might as well get it all now,"
"Toby found me at my relatives when I was eight," Isaac said, settling the argument before it began, "Didn't like the way they were treating me so he made them his target, killed my Uncle's sister and I killed my Aunt when she tried to attack Toby,"
"See, quicker makes better," Pop said.
"And patience makes perfection," Cane said, flicking her hair.
"That explains why I'm better,"
"Better at losing,"
"And you'd know all about losing, wouldn't you?"
Isaac looked at L.J with the silent question of 'Are they always like this?'
'Yes,' L.J mouthed back.
"Well I still got the toucan first," Cane shot back at something Pop had said.
Pop adopted a look of utter betrayal.
"How could you?"
"Easily," Cane said, "So, have we got a contest to start, or are we going to keep talking about how much of a Cumberworld Poppy is?"
"Let's just go over what happens," L.J said before their arguing could go any further, "That way we can both get prepping,"
"Fair enough," the twin Jesters said with matched shrugs.
"Right," L.J said, "Well, simply put, whichever of our two teams pull off the better prank over the next week wins,"
"Points for style," Pop said, striking a dramatic pose.
"Flair," Cane said, throwing a handful of glitter at Pop.
"And general chaos,"
"See, others do it too," Cane said as Isaac saluted.
Pop rolled his eyes.
"... and we take a picture of the aftermath to judge it by," L.J said.
"Well, now that that's been sorted," Pop said, "I'd better take this Rakefire away to start,"
Cane stuck her tongue out, "Slend's got Jason at the Ark for a while, hasn't he?"
"Yes, why?" L.J said.
"No reason," Cane said, rolling her shoulders and causing the bells on her hair and neckwear to rattle.
"You broke your hammer again, didn't you?" L.J asked her.
"His fault," Cane said, pointing at Pop.
"How is it my fault, you Gnashgab?" Pop said indignantly.
"You broke it knocking a boulder down in the Himalayas, you Stampcrab," Cane said before disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.
Cane rolled his eyes at his sister's theatrics.
"So how have things been since we last met?" he asked L.J, "Has the Muckspout bitten off more than he can chew yet?"
"Jeff is fine," L.J said, "I'd better get Isaac back soon,"
"Snatched him away without telling others?" Pop asked.
"No, they know that I was bringing him here and getting him into a prank war, just not that it involved you two," L.J said.
"Aah, and I guess that I need to make sure that that Triptaker doesn't pester the Toymaker to death,"
Cane disappeared in a puff of dark purple smoke.
"Well they seem fun," Isaac said.
"Actually, that was subdued for them," L.J said with a half pout, "Oh, someone's been asking for you,"
"Who?" Isaac asked as L.J disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
He reappeared a few seconds later with Kalakuta draped over his shoulders.
$"What doesss he want now, I wasss asssleep,"$ Kalakuta grumbled as he raised his flat head to stare around the room, $"Oh! Ssspeaker,"$
Kalakuta slid down L.J's arm and onto Isaac's waiting arm.
$"Hey Kal,"$ Isaac hissed as they started walking out, $"Everything alright?"$
$"Perfectly sssatisssfactory,"$ Kalakuta hissed, lazily sliding across onto Isaac's shoulders, $"Better ssstill if I wasss left to ressst,"$
When they got back Masky was waiting for them.
"Thought that we agreed on a heads up whenever they were coming round?" he asked L.J.
"Didn't know they were heading over," L.J said.
Isaac wandered to the kitchen, the toast hadn't been as filling as he had thought it would be.
$"Ssstay ssstill,"$ Kalakuta said.
$"Why?"$ Isaac hissed quietly.
Without warning Kalakuta lunged forward and off him, snatching a mouse that had somehow gotten inside in a powerful bite.
$"Gah!"$ Kalakuta said, spitting it back out, $"Metal and cloth,"$
Isaac watched the little mechanical mouse spindle away and out the door.
"Hey Specs, you back-a-ya-a-ya," Ben trailed off with a gasp as he saw Kalakuta.
"Hey Ben," Isaac said, turning slightly.
"I kinda forgot that he even existed," Ben said, moving carefully around the two to get to the fridge.
$"He sssmellsss funny,"$ Kalakuta said.
$"Funny?"$ Isaac asked as Ben shivered, $"Funny how?"$
$"He sssmellsss... off,"$ Kalakuta said and Isaac snorted.
"W-what did he say?" Ben asked.
"He said that you smell off," Isaac said.
Ben paused for a moment. He pulled his shirt collar up and sniffed a couple of times.
He let it fall with a shrug and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
L.J popped Kalakuta back to his carnival an hour later after he and Isaac had finished their conversations.
Cane and Pop ended up coming back downstairs not long after that before they left.
"May the better pranksters win," Cane said as he and his sister departed.
Masky rubbed his forehead in anticipation for the week ahead.
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Chicago, Illinois.
The staff at the Harborside International Golf Center stared at the large mounds on their lawn.
They had sent for someone to come down to try and figure out how to undo them and the managers were talking to the police about finding out who had broken in and glued all their golfballs into foot wide spheres.
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Utah Sugarville.
Derek woke with a yawn as he pulled on his dressing gown and made his way downstairs.
After his morning coffee, he started preparing for his task ahead.
It was his niece's birthday tomorrow and he had been asked with making the cake for her.
He pulled everything out of the cupboards that he would need.
He looked over everything and found that the only thing that he was missing, funnily enough, was sugar.
He looked over at the clock and found that, as usual, it was another late morning start.
This worked in his favour since he would be able to go ask his neighbours to borrow their sugar and buy a bag for them back later.
To his surprise, not one of the houses on the street had any sugar. None at all.
He grumbled as he got into the car and drove to the supermarket.
He threw his hands up in resignation as he saw attendees sticking a quickly made poster out of cardboard and marker pens onto the store window.
~NO SUGAR~
~STOCKS EMPTY~
He sighed and dug his phone out of his pocket.
"Mark, yeah," he said as his brother answered, "I'm not gonna be able to make the cake,"
"No it ain't my fault, no one on the street has any sugar left and the store's empty too,"
"I know, complete bull,"
Meanwhile, at Laughing Jack's Carnival.
"Ok," Isaac panted, dumping the last bags onto the ground, "What the hell do we do with this now?" he asked, looking at the literal tonnes on sugar that took up the middle of the circus tent.
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Kalgoorlie, Australia.
The working staff of the Museum of the Goldfields looked around in disbelief.
Everything, phones, doors, door handles, lights, chairs, tables, beds, and the building itself was wrapped in bright, shiny, gold wrapping paper.
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Ankara, Turkey.
Security at the Cermodern Art Gallery was forced to close down early as they started rounding up the many turkeys that were running amok in the building.
A loud cry went up as they realised that each turkey had a number tied around their neck.
Five, thirteen, twenty, and twenty-two were missing, going by the numbers on the necks.
Meanwhile, at the Mansion.
"Masky?" Isaac shouted, kicking the door closed.
"What?" he shouted back from the living room.
"You asked for cotton candy, right?" Isaac asked, walking in.
"No, I asked where you were..."
"Well have some cotton candy," Isaac said, dumping two small, sealed, plastic buckets in front of him.
Sally squealed at the sight of the pink and blue coloured strands and Isaac tossed her a couple of buckets for herself.
"What the hell?" Masky asked, holding the tubs up.
"Just... sugar," Isaac said, "So much sugar," he groaned as he walked up the stairs, each hand holding around six more tubs of cotton candy.
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Inverness, Scotland.
James raised his arms exasperatedly as he saw the sign that the ice rink was closed.
"Hey, pal!" he shouted to a member of staff carrying a few bags out, "What's going on?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," the staff member grumbled as they dumped the bags in the bin and walked back inside.
Inside the local police was talking to the manager about how someone could have gotten in and replaced the ice with every possible flavour of ice-cream.
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Churchill, Canada.
Dean James sighed and pulled the curtains closed.
It had been a long day and he was looking forward to a nice night of rest in bed.
The next morning Dean, and around two hundred others, woke to find that the light that should have been coming through their curtains was being blocked by something.
He threw back the curtains, yelped, and leapt backwards as he stared at a blown-up face of Winston Churchill staring back at him.
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Santa Maria, Cape Verde.
The manager looked in confusion at the lobby of Casino Royal and into the games room where around six dozen inflatable Santa Claus' waved back at him with unblinking faces of frozen cheesy cheer.
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Hampstead, England.
Hermione Granger started as something banged against her window.
Seeing a white owl dip down a bit she hurried over and opened the window.
Hedwig flew in, carrying two buckets of pink and blue, and landed on the bed.
She shook her wings and Hermione picked up the tub and letter with her name on them.
She put the letter down and flipped open the note taped to the tub.
~Hey Hermione~
~Well, we might have made a bit much cotton candy by accident so I'm sending some off to you and Ron~
~Remember to brush :)~
Beside that was a small caricature of a toothbrush.
She smiled to herself as Hedwig shook herself off once more and took off out through the open window.
She looked at the clock hanging on her wall and went downstairs.
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Las Vegas, Nevada.
Police stations all over the town the city of sin and the surrounding area were flooded with calls in the early hours of the morning with people complaining of being hacked and broken into by unknown person(s).
The main reason of the many, many, people's irk was that every single speaker system in the town was playing the same song over, and over.
Elvis, Viva las Vegas.
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The Mansion.
Isaac sat with his head laid down on the living room table as he rested.
"Think I might skip next time," he said wearily to a still somehow energetic Laughing Jack.
"Oh, come on," L.J said, nudging him in the ribs, "It wasn't that bad. Plus we won," he said, holding the small dollar store trophy that they had bought for the occasion.
"Hooray," Isaac said sarcastically, "We won a trophy that cost two bucks, whoopee," he waved around in celebration.
Cane and Pop chuckled.
Candy Cane was leaning on her newly fixed hammer that she had gotten back from Jason earlier that day.
"I'll admit," Pop said, "He didn't do that bad,"
"No, he did not," Cane agreed, "I particularly liked the one where they painted the heads of Rushmore like their noses were running with snot,"
"And what did you do with all that sugar?" Pop asked them.
In return, L.J threw him five tubs of sealed cotton candy.
"I think we're just about through a tonne and a half of it," L.J said, thinking about the large piles in his tent.
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The Mansion.
Jeff groaned as he saw Jane walking down the hall.
He ducked back down the way he had just come and sped up.
He could tell that Jane had been getting ready for their second battle of the week and they had fought the day before.
He growled as he quickly ducked into a cupboard and waited for her to pass.
"Hey, Jane,"
Jeff inwardly growled and swore as Isaac stopped her just outside the door.
"What do you want?" Jane asked huffily.
"I just said hi," Isaac said.
'C'mon, get a move on,' Jeff urged silently.
"Is something wrong?" Isaac asked her.
'Bleeding heart saint, you'll be bleeding in more ways if you don't move it!' Jeff thought angrily.
"Where's Jeff?" Jane growled.
"How am I supposed to know, he left to go to town a couple of minutes ago," Isaac said and by the sound of things Jane had pushed past him before he had finished.
Isaac watched the window and when she had entered the forest he knocked on the cupboard.
"She's gone," he said as Jeff.
Jeff grunted his thanks and walked off.
Isaac managed to get him about half an hour's worth of rest before Jane came barging in through the door.
"JEFF!"
Jeff growled and rolled his eyes at having to fight her again already.
"Want me to bail you out again?"
Jeff turned and glared at Isaac, who had just walked halfway down the stairs.
He debated this all of one second and nodded sternly.
Isaac mimed strumming a guitar and walked back up the stairs quickly as Jeff nodded again and Jane came round the corner.
"There you are," she growled, "Battle room, now,"
"Can't, busy," Jeff said lazily, flicking through the channels.
"Doing what?" Jane asked, Jeff could feel the rage coming off her.
He inwardly smirked.
"Waiting for the kid," Jeff said, "We've got lessons,"
"Really?" Jane asked sceptically, "And what exactly are these lessons?"
"Guitar," Jeff and Isaac said at the same time. There was a guitar strung across Isaac's back and one in his hand.
Jane looked hotly between the two.
"I think a fight is a little more important than learning to pluck a few strings in an order," Jane said, glaring slightly at Isaac.
"In a fight between me and you, who would win?" Isaac asked, taking a step forward.
Jane scoffed, "Me,"
"In a fight between... me and Masky, who would win?" Isaac asked.
"Masky," Jane said, anger starting to tint her words.
"In a fight between me and Toby, or me and Hoodie, or me and L.J, or me and Sally, who would win?" he asked sarcastically, "Answer, not me, for the lot,"
"He agreed that he'd give me extra fighting lessons if he taught me guitar to, in his words, 'to make me somewhat tolerable to be round,'," Isaac said, "So yeah, fights are more important that guitar lessons,"
Jane looked furiously at the two of them before storming off.
Jeff scoffed at the retreating killer and turned to Isaac.
"You are either really selling the point, or..." he started but was cut off when Isaac tossed the guitar at him.
"God damn it, I'm actually starting to enjoy them," Isaac said, swinging his around from his back.
"Then I'm not working you hard enough," Jeff said with a mildly malevolent smirk.
"Back to the start, and copy," Jeff said as Isaac groaned.
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The Ark.
Isaac woke with a yawn and stretched his legs out.
He shook his head, hair poking his eyes as he brushed his fringe out of his face.
"Definitely need it cut," he said to himself as he pulled the longer strands down to just above his lip.
He let the strand go and pushed his hair back before swinging his legs out of the bed and pulling a shirt and jeans from the chest of drawers.
He stifled another yawn with the back of his hand as he walked down the stairs and through to the kitchen.
He slid a couple of slices of bread into the toaster and rummaged through the cupboard for some spread.
He drummed out a small beat against the jar of jam as he had taken.
He spread some smears of jam onto the toast and wandered through to the living room to sit down and eat.
"Alright, Proxy," Jason said, sitting on the couch adjacent to him, "You're going to help me,"
Isaac looked at him, toast halfway to his mouth, and sighed.
He put the toast back down on the plate.
"What do you need?" he asked, wondering if any time this week he'd be able to have his toast without being interrupted.
At least he was able to put the jam on this time.
"I need to find liquorice," Jason said.
"Liquorice?" Isaac said, "L.J likes it, for some reason, try him,"
"No, already asked him," Jason said, "He says that he didn't take him,"
"Well, good luck finding your liquorice," Isaac said, raising the toast again to take a bite.
"You're going to help me find him," Jason said and Isaac dropped the toast back to his plate.
"Wait," he said, sitting up a bit, "Wait, are you saying 'him' like a person, or 'em, like, shortened 'them'?"
"Him," Jason said, a little annoyed, "I'm saying, him,"
Isaac groaned and placed his plate on the table.
"Ok, who's Liquorice?" Isaac asked the Toymaker.
"Liquorice is my constant companion," Jason told him, "My eyes and ears for wherever I go,"
"Alright, what does he look like?"
"Like this," Jason said, holding up a red wind-up mouse, "Though as black as shadows,"
Isaac looked at the wind-up mouse intently.
"Ok, I think I've seen him before," Isaac said.
"Yes, that mamba of Laughing Jack's tried to eat him," Jason said darkly.
"Want me to ask Kalakuta if he tried to eat him again?" Isaac asked but Jason shook his head.
"The serpent has not been in the Mansion again since the first day the Jesters were here," Jason said, thinking about Cane and Pop, "I tasked him with observing the nearby town, that is where he has disappeared," he said, the red wind-up mouse scurrying around his arm.
"So you need my help finding a mouse in the town next door?" Isaac asked.
"Essentially," Jason said.
Isaac sighed, picked up his toast, and walked through to the kitchen, "Give me a moment,"
He walked back with a piece in his mouth and another on a piece of kitchen roll.
"Ok," he said, muffled slightly by the toast, "'et's go,"
Isaac had finished his second piece of toast by the time that the two of them reached the town.
"Alright, where do you think Liquorice will be?" Isaac asked the glamoured creep.
Jason's hair had been pulled back in a ponytail that hung down to between his shoulder blades and his cream waistcoat was open underneath a plain black jacket.
'Still weird seeing them in glamours,' Isaac thought as Jason spoke.
"I had him learning the lay of the land around here, it helps to know where things are if you need to hide," Jason said, looking around the town for any sign of him, "Around the East side of town, that's where he was looking last,"
Isaac turned down a street that led that way, a stray alley cat crossed their path, as Jason paused and looked around the tops of buildings.
"He might have gotten stuck somewhere above?" Jason mused.
"Or down a drain?" Isaac suggested, crouching down next to a grate on the side of the road.
Jason stayed silent to this but shook his head.
"Liquorice would not fall prey to such an accident," he said, "I make my toys very durable,"
"Handy," Isaac said, "How long has he been missing?"
"Little over a day now," Jason supplied, "And no, we aren't missing one another by ending up where the other was last. My toys always find their way back to me,"
"Good to know," Isaac said as he walked down the street, "Locked inside a building?"
"Possibly," Jason said as another cat darted past them, "Lots of cats about," he said, watching yet another run out.
While Jason wasn't focusing on the cat, Isaac was looking at its back leg.
While it's fur was matted with dirt from living rough, there were flecks and smears of something else.
Something red.
"I think I found him," Isaac said and started walking off towards where the cats had run from.
Jason made a hum of intrigue and started following him.
They came around a corner and ended in a dingy little side alley, a few upturned trash cans, old boxes in varying stages of decay from the weather, and a few remnants that showed that the cats lived there often.
An odd yowling was coming from one of the boxes, one that had a fair amount of blood slowly pouring out in a tiny trickle.
Isaac slowly crouched down to look inside.
A heavily coated, mangy, filthy, cat rolled slightly on it's back, blood steadily trickling from its mouth.
"Oh?" Jason said with interest, watching the cat roll around in pain.
The cat let out a long, odd, mewling noise and started coughing large amounts of hair, blood, spit, and other things from it's stomach.
The largest of the mess splattered against the wall of the box and the cat lay still, dead.
Though the cat itself was dead, it's chest still moved as something else forced it's way out.
A small black wind-up mouse wriggled out from the feline's maw and scurried into Jason's outstretched hand.
"Liquorice," Jason said coyly, "Here I was all worried and you're just playing around," he took a handkerchief out from his breast pocket and started wiping him down.
Liquorice made a series of small squeaks and Jason chuckled.
Isaac clapped his hands.
"Right well, I'm heading back," he said and turned to leave.
"Just one moment," Jason said, standing back up, "There was a reason that I asked you to help, and not another,"
Isaac closed his eyes as he let out a soft sigh and turned to face Jason.
"What?" he asked the Toymaker.
"How is it that you became a Proxy to the Slenderman?" Jason slowly walked towards him.
"What... interested him enough to mark you aside from the mindless cattle that walks on this ground?" he slowly dropped his glamour.
"Why, just... why?" Jason asked, stopping about two steps from Isaac.
Isaac looked up at the towering figure.
"I'm a Proxy till I snap," he said, looking up at the yellow eyes, "If you want the full story, then ask him," Isaac turned and walked out.
"Who said I was done with you?" Jason said slowly.
Isaac stopped just before the opening to the street.
"Who said I was answering any more of your questions?"
Jason snarled.
"Tell you what, how about you answer a question of mine, and I'll answer yours?" Isaac asked, innocent curiosity on his face.
"Fine," Jason agreed.
"What did you do to piss off Teer?" Isaac asked, "The first day I was here his string nearly tore a hole in the house because of something you said,"
Jason dropped all emotion from his face.
"You wouldn't understand," he said.
"Then put it simply," Isaac said.
Jason glared at him.
"Simply, he is with the wrong kind of being," Jason said, "You humans are so... fleeting. Your lives are a blink in comparison to the length of our lives," He looked down at Isaac, "Your Puppeteer is neglecting that fact,"
"Now," Jason said, taking another step closer to Isaac, "What makes you so special?"
Isaac smiled.
"Like I said, ask Slendy," Isaac turned and left.
"It would be wise not to anger me," Jason said, his hands turning black with decay.
Isaac stopped again, just outside the alley.
"And what are you going to do?" he half turned so that Jason could just see his eye, "You can't attack me, Slendy, L.J, and Toby wouldn't take kindly to that, and... you just... don't scare me,"
"Really?" Jason said, advancing further.
"Yeah, after you fight a sixty-foot Basilisk, things tend to get put into perspective," Isaac said as he started walking away.
Jason watched as the young Proxy walked away.
"Basilisk?" he said curiously to Liquorice, who was perched on his shoulder, "Could he be?" Jason smirked mischievously.
Isaac got back to the Mansion and tossed his coat on the rack.
"Where've you been?" Masky asked from the couch as a game of football, the American version, was being played on the screen that he was watching with Hoodie, Jeff, E.J, and Clockwork.
"Jason lost his mouse," Isaac said, "Found it killing a stray cat,"
Masky nodded and returned to the game.
Isaac walked off and up the stairs, laughing a bit when Clock, Masky, and Jeff shouted at the screen because the referee was an idiot.
The rest of the day passed as normal as it would pass.
The only thing that made a difference to what was going on was that Jason left late in the evening.
Things had died down after he had 'over indulged' with his work and Slendy felt comfortable in letting him go.
Sally was probably the closest to being sad to see him go, Jason hadn't been able to resist her bubbly demeanour and had been strung along into fixing all of her toys and making a few outfits for Charlie.
No one could help but be drawn in by Sally's friendly attitude and, going by the grin that Isaac saw once or twice, she was well aware of that fact.
Isaac awoke in pretty much the same fashion that he had the day before, though this time his foot hit something on the bed.
In his tire after training with Hoodie last night, he could almost be as bad as Jeff got with the guitar lessons, he had slid down so that he was fully enveloped by the covers on his bed.
He crawled back to the top of his bed and searched for his glasses.
"What the?" Isaac said softly.
He had put his glasses on and there, sitting near the bottom of the bed, was a small box with a blue bow tied around it.
He carefully picked up the box and carried it to his desk.
He thought for a moment before picking up two long pencils and using them to pull the ribbon off. If there was a thing he had picked up from growing up around L.J, it was that you take a little care in opening unknown boxes.
The ribbon came off with a little tugging and he pried the lid open with the pencils.
A note was folded on top of whatever was within the box.
Isaac picked it up and read the elegant, sloped, handwriting.
~Thank you for helping me find Liquorice~
~His name is Fizz~
~Do not wind him more than 4 times or he'll get overexcited and will not shut up!~
Isaac looked down in the box and there, sat in a small padding made of torn pieces of newspaper, was a small deep midnight-blue wind-up mouse with little black eyes.
He carefully picked him up out of the box and, after a moment's hesitation, turned the key in his lower back four times.
The mouse shook a little before it started moving around Isaac's flattened hand, seemingly sniffing around.
It gave a couple of happy squeaks before scurrying up Isaac's arm, "Hey, that tickles!" before coming to a rest on his shoulders and wandering upon them.
"Don't get too comfy," Isaac said as Fizz settled on the top of his hair and nuzzled into the lockes, "I'm getting it cut today,"
Fizz squeaked happily nonetheless as Isaac carefully took off his pyjama shirt and changed.
Fizz crawled down into the pocket of the shirt that he pulled on and settled in, content within the cosy and comfy interior.
"Right," Toby said as Isaac made his way down and twirling the scissors with his finger, "Let's do this,"
Isaac nodded, pulling the long lockes lower to his lips, "Yeah, overdue as hell,"
Toby kicked a stool out into the middle of the kitchen and tossed Isaac a towel.
"Right then, lets... what the?"
Fizz had crawled out of his pocket at the towel being wrapped around Isaac's shoulders and was crawling on top of the towel to see what was going on.
"Oh," Isaac said, holding his hand up to let him crawl onto it, "Jason gave him to me, for thanks for finding Liquorice," he told Toby, "His name's Fizz,"
Toby crouched down and looked at the small wind-up mouse in Isaac's hand.
"He gave a kid, who has an owl, a mouse," Toby said, "Alright, I've done dumber," he said with a shrug before they started cutting down Isaac's hair to a manageable state.
"Well," Masky said, coming through to see how it had gone, "Better than last time,"
Isaac hummed his agreement, pulling a few hairs flat down onto his face that just came to above his eyebrows.
"Still an uneven mess though," Masky said, taking the scissors from Toby.
A few minutes later Isaac left the kitchen and headed back upstairs to shower to get any remaining hairs off him.
Masky sat back down on the couch next to a channel surfing Hoodie.
A few moments later Ben pulled himself free of the t.v.
"Move, you're blocking the screen," Masky said as Ben straightened up.
"Shocking," Ben said, "But I got a good reason to,"
"What?" Masky asked.
"Well," Ben said with a small grin, "You were talking about taking Specs out on a job, and I got a ping on something from Slendy's shopping list,"
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End Notes.
Right, that's it for this chapter.
And what am I doing next week, wouldn't you like to know.
But, that's a surprise for next week.
So, things are going well and I'm starting the next chapter as soon as possible.
Also, I finished this before naming the mouse Jason gave to Isaac so wherever his name is, there's a 'NAME' placeholder until I decide.
But anyway, I'm wrapping it up here.
I hope you've all enjoyed this week's chapter, and I hope you enjoy the next.
Sincerely,
SteamGeek01.
Creepypastas in this fic.
Ticci Toby – Kastoway.
Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.
Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.
Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.
Jeff the Killer – BanninK.
Ben Drowned – Jadusable.
Sally – Kiki H.
Slenderman – Victor Surge.
Smile dog – God knows.
Puppeteer – BleedingHeartworks.
Bloody Painter – Delucat.
Kagekao – GingaAkam.
Homicidal Liu – Vampirenote13.
Jason the ToyMaker – Krisantyl.
Jane the Killer – AngryDogDesigns.
Clockwork – Can't find the original creator. If you have any ideas on how to, then suggest them.
Candy Pop and Candy Cane – XXDirtyNightClownsXX.
If any of these are wrong then please notify me of this so I can fix them.
If you have a favourite Creepypasta that has not made an appearance then message me or leave their name in a review.