Chapter 53, Freddie, Wave Goodbye.
"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 or through a speaker.
~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.
Now... I know you weren't expecting a chapter today...
But I got so fucking bored that...
I got so bored that I actually couldn't get out of bed.
I had 0 motivation to do anything, and considering I've got about three hobbies on the go at any given point, that's saying something.
This story is the only motivation in my life at the moment, and without it, I can't even get out of bed.
So, my incredibly short vacation consisted of;
A visit to a beer festival (Beer tastes like vomit, DO NOT TRY IT!)
A job interview and then got some lunch right after that.
Found a couple new ships to launch.
And gorged myself on 'Millionaire Bites' until I felt sick.
So... yeah, that's how pretty much all my holidays go.
BUT!
There's a story to write, and I love having that cliffhanger hanging in the air... but I love writing more so.
And... I've got a bunch of reviews to answer, just let me get my chips.
Awaiting the salt!
Katropis12;
Yep, you own that milestone!
Dumblebitch will be getting the short straw with things, don't worry.
BECAUSE I LIKE TORTURING YOU!
Acherongoddess;
Thank you!
Kilare T'suna;
Erm... knowing how long it took me to make the year for 'Prisoner'... erm... I think it might be a bit away...
MyraZinshu;
Oh, is this back when I remembered to put the CP scenes in chapters?
I'll probably add a couple in... or... since nobody seemed to mind, I'll wait until somebody starts whinging to do it.
Yay! Expect an intercontinental missile heading your way in...
Wait...
'turns to talk to underling'
What do you mean... Geneva...
What about Napalm?
I can't even use napalm? What's the point in ruling a country if I can't...
Forget it, you know what, you can live for now.
It is nice to hear that someone reads EXTRAS.
Sirius is getting better with things.
Shall I shimmy a little Wolfstar in there then? Maybe... maybe... probably.
Luna was definitely fun to write and will be in the future.
You noticed and didn't say anything? I'm a moron, remember?
If I miss something, bring it up!
I really like Madame Macabre.
I'm just a big fan of Supernatural, that's where I know it from.
The Creeps are going to have a field day at some point.
Fred is... well... you've read that chapter title.
My break was almost irritatingly short.
Rosie isis and rai the kitsune;
THANK YOU!
'dances alongside you'
Drunk Giraffe all the way!
She'll be fine.
Matt (Guest);
Yeah... when they track all of what happened that day down... Jack's going to need to make a cake to say sorry.
Sakura Lisel;
I don't recognise your username.
WELCOME!
You've read the chapter title, wave bye-bye!
Honebar;
Thank you!
Writing the song stuff was definitely... interesting.
I've read chapters where songs have been used to give it a bigger word count and... doing that feels like cheating to me.
Dumblebitch is definitely going a little further now.
HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
My own story is... it's definitely going to be a while.
DarkRavie;
Ok... as much as I like seeing your reviews, you do know that you can leave more than just that, right?
Feel free to leave more than just that.
Thunder-Death;
Dumblebitch will get his, just you wait.
Thank you!
She's technically the... third, or so, that I've either mentioned or put in.
Not a Criminal;
THANK YOU!
Of course, when I publish it I'll definitely mention it.
And I definitely hope that you like it.
Zekedavis;
Dumbles is definitely going to regret it.
Yep... that happens, for sure.
Guest;
Yep, wave bye.
Nobody51;
I do deserve cake... and I may have had too much of it... and regret nothing...
IshipMaskyXHoodie;
I still can't figure out what your OTP was at the time of making that username...
'Hmmmm...'
Well... she... you'll see...
Sweet Smilie;
Hehehe, I've got you hooked on Madame Macabre, haven't I?
Don't you worry, I've got the second task figured out...
I see where you're going with that, dirty minded, little...
Right... where is he... where is he...
Huh... there's no review from him this time...
Ok... that was it... now while I had my short vacation (2 days) I may have decided on something.
For the past few chapters, I'd been trying to push the word count to 8000 per chapter.
I was fine doing that, but it meant that I was trying to spread out the things that I wanted to happen too thin to give you any real content.
So, I'm going to start dialling it back a little.
You'll still get your chapters, but they might not be as big as before, maybe closer to 6000 words.
Also... my erm... my mum supports me in writing the story, she thinks it's brilliant that I've found a talent that I'm really good at, and... well... she...
She may or may not have asked me if I could print it off for her to read since she doesn't like reading things on her phone...
So I'm very thankful for the fact that we replaced our printer because each chapter is around 30 pages long... times that by at least 53...
I dread to think how much it would have cost me to print this off at the library...
Right... that's me done this time...
DP, you got anything to say?
Hey lovely readers! I am back! Did y'all miss me? I hope you all have a wonderful day, and I'll 'see' you all in the next chapter.
It's good to have you back, let's see if I can keep up with the schedule until it ends.
See ya, folks.
SteamGeek01.
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Fred couldn't help but glance down at the rows of teeth grinning at him, and he couldn't think of a single thing he regretted more in his life that could beat doing that.
He bit out a gasp of pain as the fingers penetration his chest turned slightly.
"Now... see, I'm in a bit of a pickle," Jack said, resting his other hand under his chin to think.
As he did so Fred quickly glanced around, hoping to catch sight of a portrait that could get help.
Another wave of dread washed over him as he remembered that they were in a corridor with classrooms on either side.
There were no portraits here, the closest being the corridor at the end.
And even then, the first portrait was halfway down that hall.
"The pickle being, we're really not supposed to get noticed," Jack went on.
"I-I-I won't s-say a-anyth-thin-anything," Fred stammered, wishing that the door could just open and he could shut Jack out, "I p-promise,"
He quickly remembered that there was someone else on the other side of the door that would probably want to decorate the walls with his blood.
"Yeah... but people don't exactly keep their promises,"
For a brief moment there, an incredibly dark look flitted across Jack's face.
"But I can't exactly kill you," Jack bobbed his head to the side, "That'd piss the kid off, plus you're not supposed to know about us, so why would you die?
You see my problem?" Jack removed the fingers piercing his chest and scratched the back of his head.
Fred stood as still as a wide-eyed statue for a moment before he tried to slowly edge away.
"Try running and you'll find yourself three feet shorter," Jack said, not looking at him.
Fred froze less than an inch from where he had started.
Jack tapped his foot while he thought before his face lit up.
"Oh! I know..." Jack exclaimed softly, "But... would he... maybe... possibly, he seems a fit... don't know that much about him..."
"I've got it!" he said happily a few moments later, clicking his fingers in celebration, "I just need someone who's a good judge of character..."
A flash of razor sharp teeth proceeded a clawed hand grabbing him and then his vision was obscured by a plume of dark smoke whirling around him.
"Make our guest... comfy," Jack said, letting go of him.
Fred dropped a foot or two to the ground, he hadn't realised that Jack had been holding him in the air, and when he looked around he wished that he had just minded his own Merlin-damned business.
What looked like a small horde of zombie children was surrounding him.
He let out more stunted gasps of air as their decaying hands grabbed him and lifted him into the air.
"Don't play too rough with him," Jack said as they started carrying him off, "And you hold onto this.
Don't break it, don't lose it, don't use it as a back scratcher, and don't use it as a toothpick,"
Fred felt like ice cold daggers were piercing his very soul as he watched Jack hand another, fairly young, zombie child his wand.
He hadn't even realised that he had lost it.
Red hot tears were leaking down his face as he was carried into a large tent-like structure.
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Isaac yawned the Imperial March as he shrugged to get his pyjama top into a comfy position before he jammed his toothbrush into his mouth.
He tensed and prepared to throw whoever had grabbed him over his shoulder before a plume of black smoke.
"L.J?" he asked through a mouthful of foam, "What is it?"
"I may have a slight situation on my hands," Jack said as he rubbed his hands together so that he had something to do.
"What?" Isaac frowned up at his towering friend, "Do you need help with a job?" he asked eagerly, "I don't think anyone will notice if I'm gone for too long, so..."
"It's not help with a job," Jack said, watching as Isaac's face fell slightly, "It's more... I need to pick your brains,"
Isaac paused for a moment.
"Not... not literally picking my..."
"No, you can keep them," Jack said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "I don't have any use for them... yet... but it's more... I need to ask you a couple of things,"
He guided Isaac through a flap and Isaac found that they were standing in the middle of the large tent.
Isaac cast a fond look to a patch of old blood on the ground that Jack had left there as a memento.
"See... I've recently run into a spot of bother," Jack said.
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Fred had tried to get out of the zombie children's grip but had found it to be a fruitless endeavour.
He had tried struggling again, however, when rope had been wrapped around his arms and torso before he had been lifted into the air.
He shook on the rope as he shivered from the cold.
He had made the mistake of looking down once, this was quickly added to the list of things in the past ten minutes that he regretted.
A soft chittering nearby got his attention.
He glanced over and saw one of the zombie children was sitting on a platform just next to him.
He quickly gave the platform a look over and saw that it was one of those muggle things that people used to walk on a rope high above the ground.
Though those normally had nets to catch people who fell, and that was most definitely absent from this one.
What got his hopes up, though, was that the zombie child was turning his wand over in their hands.
"H-h-h-h," Fred cleared his throat, "Hey there," he said as nicely one could to a decaying undead child with greyish-green skin and bald patches, "Hi," he went on when... she... when she looked up, "Can... Can I see that?" Fred asked.
The zombie child looked down at the wand and held it up.
"Yeah, that," Fred nodded encouragingly, "Can I see it?"
The zombie child looked up at him...
And started gumming on the handle.
Fred turned his head away, trying not to think about that fact that he would be holding that part, before looking back at... he was sure that it was a her, and tried to smile sweetly.
"Does it taste nice?" he asked.
The zombie child shook her head.
"Can I try it?" he asked, trying with all of his might to sound nice and polite.
The zombie child took the wand out of her mouth and looked down at it.
She got to her feet and held the wand out.
"Yes... that's it..." Fred said encouragingly.
The wand could reach between them, there wasn't more than half an inch before he could grasp the tip.
The zombie child let go of the wand and it fell down all the way to the ground.
She flopped back down where she had previously been sat and covered her mouth as she laughed in a warbling tone.
Fred's somewhat hopeful demeanour vanished quicker than dried up paper on a blazing fire.
He watched as his wand fell to the ground and landed next to two people with black hair.
They both glanced down to look at it and Fred started shaking again at who the other was.
He could see the feathery ruff of Jack, but the other was dressed in... flannel pyjamas?
The smaller figure glanced up to see where the wand had fallen from and Fred felt like his eyes were about to fall out of his skull.
"Jack... why is Fred tied to the ceiling?" the slightly amused, slightly exasperated, familiar tones of Isaac, his fellow Gryffindor, could just be heard.
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Isaac started rubbing at a dull throb in his forehead, which he had no doubt was the beginning of a migraine, as Jack sent another couple of zombie children to go get him down.
Whilst they had paced in a small circle in the ring, Jack had asked him a few things about the twins.
About what George was like, but he had mostly asked about Fred.
He had asked about Fred's mannerisms, how he coped under pressure, how trustworthy he found him.
Isaac had been about to ask Jack why he was asking him all of this when a long, thin, piece of wood, with a slightly wet handle, fell down between them.
He glanced up and things got a whole lot clearer.
"Well... I think you can guess why I was asking about them," Jack said, scratching his nose as Fred was lowered down onto shaky legs.
"He... you... Isaa... he's... what..."
"I think you broke him," Isaac said flatly.
"You... he... Isaac... real... what... killers... circus... zombies..."
"You got duct tape?"
"I don't think this is something duct tape can fix," Isaac said as he shook his head.
Jack and Isaac shared a glance at the still shaking Fred.
"You want to try percussive shock therapy?" Jack suggested.
"Yeah, might as well..." Isaac trailed off as he walked over to Fred and undid the ropes.
Once they had fallen away Isaac rubbed his hands together and hit Fred hard around the back of his head.
"He's real! Laughing Jack is real! Jeff the Killer is real! The stories are real!" Fred said as he backed away from them.
"Fred," Isaac said quickly, "Stop, there's..."
"He's real... Isaac... you're..." Fred yelped as he dropped down out of sight.
"... a drop," Isaac finished.
Isaac and Jack looked over the edge down at a spread-eagled Fred.
"You want me to explain everything?" Isaac asked.
Fred nodded feebly.
"Yes," he said weakly.
Jack lowered a hand down to him and Fred took it hesitantly.
He pulled him up back onto the ring with ease and Fred backed up so he could see the both of them.
"Here," Jack said, offering him a glass of something.
"Jack?" Isaac asked, looking between the cup and Fred's scared expression.
"Oh, for..." Jack took a quick sip and handed it to Isaac, "See? Nothing harmful,"
Isaac gave it a sniff and a sip before nodding to Fred and handing him the cup.
Fred took it with a shaky hand and started gulping it down like a man in a desert.
"Why am I here?" he asked fearfully, still clutching the cup.
"Well... this was the best idea I had at the time," Jack said, taking the cup back from Isaac when Fred gave it back to him, "Because the alternative would have been leaving your corpse somewhere to rot, plus I'd have to make your death look like an accident, and... it would have been too much hassle, so... I brought you here," he finished.
Fred was cruelly reminded that probably everyone currently in the tent, aside from him, was a murderer.
'Wait... does... has Isaac?' Fred thought for a moment.
"What's going to happen to me?" Fred asked.
Fear had given way to hopelessness and it clearly showed in his voice.
"Well, I'm going to take you back to Hogwarts in a bit," Jack said sincerely, "But, I need to know...
What got you to look in there in the first place?" Jack asked him.
"W-what?" Fred asked, his voice still an echo of the joyful tones it used to be.
"What got you to look in on us?" Jack asked.
"I... I smelt gravy and... and I thought that it was some students..." Fred said.
"You smelt the gravy?" Jack asked, frowning for a moment, "But I didn't have any gravy... wait... Jeff did...
I can blame this on Jeff!" Jack proclaimed as he started clapping frantically, "He's the only one of us that had any gravy! Not my fault!"
Fred felt something that could have been mistaken for a glimmer of amusement flicker within his chest for a moment before the overwhelming despair squashed it.
"What did you give him?" Isaac whispered to Jack while Fred was distracted.
"Just some water... with maybe a small handful of Ritalin mixed in there to calm him down," Jack whispered back.
Isaac rolled his eyes and returned to a still quiet Fred.
"You alright?" Isaac asked.
It took the gentle prodding of his shoulder to get Fred to realise that Isaac had been talking to him.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?" he asked in a hollow voice.
"No," Jack said with a slight shake of his head, "I ain't gonna kill you,"
Fred still looked apprehensive as he looked from Isaac to Jack.
Jack sighed before he extended a black and white towards him.
"I swear, I am not going to kill you," Jack said.
Fred hesitated a moment before slowly reaching out and shaking his hand.
Isaac watched off to the side and something dawned on him.
"Jack... what are you..." Isaac asked slowly as they released hands.
"Haven't done it yet," Jack said, sticking his hands back in his pockets.
Fred looked worried and scared again.
"D-done w-what?" Fred asked, his voice rising an octave or two.
"It's how he plans to fix all this," Isaac said, "He's going to make you a Proxy,"
"A P... a what?" Fred asked, fear rising once again.
"A Proxy is... in very polite terms, someone who works for you," Jack said, "I can't have you running around with knowledge about this place without some way to ensure that you reveal it to anyone else.
See, normally we'd get Teer to take the memories from anyone who had seen us, but he's going to be busy for a long, long, while...
And I'd been thinking about getting you two later on, once you and Isaac had finished with that school, of course," he had paced a small circuit in front of the two.
"W-what's he talking about?" Fred asked Isaac nervously.
"It's... I mean... I don't find it that bad... but I've been brought up with them, and you've had a pretty cushy life..." Isaac trailed off.
"The thing is, it's either... go missing for the rest of your life," Jack said, drawing a thumb across his throat, "Or... you become a Proxy of mine," he offered.
Fred looked to Isaac for help but was met with a shrug.
"This is your call," Isaac said with a small shake of his head.
Another look of panic flitted across Fred's face as he turned back to Jack.
"W... what would I be... be... what in the name of Merlin's saggy left ballsack is a Proxy?"
He flinched at the unamused look on Jack's face.
"I mean... I... I... if it's not..."
"What half-witted, dumbass, cranberry flavoured, fuck-nut of a lunatic came up with that stupid attempt at swearing?" Jack asked.
Fred looked taken aback as Jack made a disgusted face and ranted for a few moments.
"He gets like this sometimes," Isaac said, "Used a swear from the Wizarding World once, still going on about it eight minutes later,"
"... it's absurd!
The entirety of the English language to creatively cuss a cow... and they use someone's ballsack?
I mean... it's better than using the dude's beard, of all things, but who thought that they were actually any good to use without sounding like an utter..."
"Jack!" Isaac said, "More important things at hand," he nodded in Fred's direction.
"Oh, right," Jack said, his arms dropping to his side, "Right... you wanted to know what a Proxy was...
Well... more bluntly... essentially it's an underling," Jack said, "I give you work to do, you do it, so it's pretty much the same thing we had before, with the product testing, but... well...
A – you know the truth about us,
B – you don't have as much a choice to not do it,
And C – the stuff I might have you to do may get a little... dark... at times..."
If there had been any colour left in Fred's face before that, then there most definitely wasn't any now.
"So I'm... I'm... I'm pretty much a slave?" Fred said, looking down at the ground.
"Oi!" Isaac scoffed, "Do I look like a slave to you?"
Fred's eyes snapped up to look at him.
"I'm a Proxy," Isaac said, pointing a thumb at his chest, "Been one since I was eight,"
"Eight?" Fred echoed, "Eight... wait... the muggle Aurors put you with...
They put an eight-year-old with killers?" he asked, shock and incredibility temporarily over-riding his fear.
"No, we just took him straight from those heathen assholes," Jack said with a slight shake of his head, "Well... Toby did, Slends sent me and Jeff to go and get some pizza,"
Fred did a double-take.
"I'll give you the full story later," Isaac told him, "But the basics are that Toby was the one that got me out of there, took me in, Slender made me a Proxy, and that's the way it's been ever since,"
A flash of pity briefly crossed across Fred's face before he quickly turned away when Jack spoke again.
"Now, because I'm nice, I'm going to let you make the choice...
Since Teer is going to be busy for the next week, or so, it's either become a Proxy of mine... or death," he finished simply.
Fred sent another fearful glance at Isaac before swallowing nervously and facing Jack.
"I guess I don't have much of a choice, then," Fred said, "Proxy,"
Jack gave a sincere smile at the young man.
"Laughing Jack," he properly introduced himself as he stuck his hand out once more.
"F-Fred Weasley," Fred managed to say as he took Jack's hand, hesitating for the briefest of moments.
Fred took a sharp breath as Isaac guessed the flare of icy cold, that he himself had felt when Slenderman had marked him, ran through Fred's hand.
"And that's that," Jack said, letting go of Fred's hand and stuffing it back in his pocket, "I'll take the two of you back to Hogwarts then get back to my dinner.
You alright to go over more stuff with him?" he asked Isaac.
"Yeah... you want to talk about it in that room you and George claimed?" Isaac asked Fred.
"Y-yeah," he nodded as he rubbed his hand.
"Alright," Jack said as he clapped his hands, Fred jumped at the sudden noise, "See you around,"
"See you," Isaac said as Jack laid a hand on both of their shoulders and black smoke clouded their vision.
When the smoke cleared Isaac and Fred found themselves just along the corridor from the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"C'mon," Isaac tugged at Fred's sleeve, who was still looking around in wide-eyed wonder at someone being able to bypass the Hogwarts wards so easily, to get him moving towards the room.
The smell of toffee was lingering in the air from the twins latest batch as Isaac pulled out a stool and sat down on it, Fred doing the same opposite him.
"So..." Isaac said, trying to not sound like a psychiatrist, "Any questions?"
Fred was silent for a few more minutes.
"Your aunt," Fred finally spoke, "What's the truth?"
Isaac nodded and sighed softly.
"When I was eight, my aunt took me to this tea shop because she couldn't leave me on my own.
My cousin," Fred wasn't surprised to hear an overwhelming amount of distaste whenever he mentioned a relative, "... decided that he wanted to get back at me for not showing up for his daily ritual of 'Harry Hunting' and cause a scene at my expense in the shop.
Everyone in the shop thought I was this little abusive brute...
Except for one person.
Toby had gotten bored in America and decided to come over and play in the good ol' UK.
Stalked my family for a while, found out more about them, and then he paid them a little visit,"
Fred would openly admit to anyone that ever asked that he was terrified at Isaac at that point purely because of the smile that had spread across his face.
"Nearly cut Marge's head clean off her shoulders," Isaac's smile seemed to get that little wider, "He nearly got caught.
Petunia had been out of the room and got back when Toby was distracted.
She had been about to attack him with a big kitchen knife... but..."
Isaac paused and let out a pleasant sigh.
"... but I didn't exactly like the idea of the person who had promised to take me away getting stabbed... so I killed her first with pretty much every knife in the rack being driven into her back,"
Fred was silent across from him.
He was sitting so still that he might have been confused for an impressively painted stone statue.
"After that, he took my home... introduced me to the others, Masky, Hoodie, the Jacks, Jeff... Ben...
And they've been my family ever since,"
Fred finally blinked and furrowed his brow at how someone could talk about a group of murderers and monsters so fondly.
"Anything else?" Isaac asked.
Fred licked his lips nervously and tried to think.
"It's... I'm... this... it's... you're..." he tried to speak.
"Ok... ok, don't worry about phrasing right now," Isaac said, "Just get it out, and..."
"I'm not some... some fucking mass murderer... I'm not... they're monsters, actual monsters, I'm not some... I'm not one of them, I'm... I'm normal," his voice broke as he stood, knocking the stool away, "I don't kill people... I annoy people, but... I'm not some killer freak..."
Fred broke off as he quickly glanced back at Isaac.
His face was emotionless, hard to get a grasp on, and his breathing was slow and paced.
"Ok... I'm gonna try and not get offended about that," Isaac said slowly, "You're pretty emotional right now... you're gonna have an outburst or two..."
"Look, mate, I'm so sorry," Fred said quickly as he remembered that Isaac had openly, and quite calmly, confessed to the murder of his aunt.
"It's fine," Isaac said a little forcefully, "You've had a pretty big shift in worldview, and now I know what I need to do,"
Fred gulped nervously.
"Believe it or not, I'm still me, just... I'm gonna be a lot more open with you about things, and..."
"Wait," Fred held up his hand, "Your second year, the feast when they cured the victims of the Basilisk... you were wearing that shirt...
How long have you been making jokes and references to your life?"
Isaac's body started shaking.
"How long have I been here?" he let out a soft wheeze as he started laughing at Fred's expression.
Every time Isaac had made a joke about the Creepypastas with the twins had been an actual comment about them.
Saying that he thinks Jeff is addicted to jam.
Saying that Ben goes around and messes up people's gaming consoles.
That Laughing Jack had an infinite amount of random junk in his pockets at any given time.
"You've been teasing us with the truth all this time?" Fred asked.
"Yep," Isaac said, "It was as close to telling you guys the truth without going;
'Oh, by the way, I've been raised by murderers, sociopaths, psychopaths, a cannibal, and my best friend is a ghost that can travel through televisions, just thought you oughta know, so how's your life?',"
Fred couldn't help the brief huff of laughter that escaped him.
"Look, man," Isaac adjusted his seat, he was starting to get a little numb, "Just because you know more of the truth about me than the others doesn't change anything.
I'm still the same dorky kid you met four years ago and that's not going to change.
You being a Proxy wasn't... wasn't planned.
Look... I have some pull with Jack, ok, and I know him. Chances are that he's not gonna have you do anything that... that we do for a couple of years from now.
He's... it's kinda weird to say this about him, but he's pretty understanding about human nature. If he does call you up to do something, then it'll probably be something just to annoy you.
He'll get you to watch a couple of the kids, or cook something, or... he had me fly a couple of the kids up so he could test new nets out,"
"Those kids..." Fred asked as he scratched his head, "They're his... his victims, aren't they?"
"Yeah," Isaac said, "They are,"
"They won't, erm... eat me, will they?" he asked nervously.
"No," Isaac said, "You've been marked by Jack as a Proxy so you're off limits...
To everyone," he added on after a moment, "You can't kill a...
Well... I don't really know actually.
I mean, I've been kidnapped, tortured, and drugged way more times than necessary, but that's just my luck and I'm always fine afterwards,"
Fred had gone pale again.
"Ok, I think it's fairly obvious that I suck at this," Isaac drummed his hands on his lap awkwardly, "Look...
I'm going to snap one day, I'm going to end up in the same situation as Toby, and Jeff, Masky, Hoodie, and Liu.
You... probably not.
Chances are that Slender will probably step in and decide whether or not you can stay as a Proxy,"
"S-Slender?" Fred asked, "He's... he's... Slenderman's real?"
"Yep," Isaac said, "I'm his Proxy,"
Fred did the smallest of double takes, "I thought..."
"That I was a Proxy of Laughing Jack?
Nah, he's only claimed me as an apprentice, he wants someone around The Mansion that he can compete against when he gets bored,"
Fred gave a small huff and sat down again.
"Can't even imagine what it's like there," he said.
"Well... actually it's kinda like when I was at the burrow before second-year... except we talk about murders... and practice... and you have ghosts and demon dogs... you might get along alright with Sally, actually," Isaac mused, "She loves seeing magic,"
"George..." Fred said quietly, "I can't... I can't tell him, can I?"
"No," Isaac said, "You can only tell... no one.
Well... the guys I live with, you can tell them, but otherwise... no one,"
Fred buried his face in his hands.
"Who... who are they?" he asked, "Like... who's who?"
"Well...
Toby, Jeff, L.J, and Ben I think you can guess who they are...
Jonathan is The Puppeteer.
Helen is The Bloody Painter, and if those two are ever alone in a room, you wait before entering in case you disturb them.
Tim is Masky, Brian is Hoodie, E.J is Eyeless Jack.
Erm... who else have you met?"
"Sally... Liu..." Fred tried to remember names.
"Well... Sally is a ghost, she is permanently eight-years-old, and Liu is Jeff's brother," Isaac said, "Erm... if you meet anyone else just... just call them the names you knew them by before,"
Fred nodded.
"Is erm... those songs that that woman sang, are all of them real?"
"Eh... God Syndrome, that's Doctor Locklear...
Jane is... she kidnapped me that time before the start of my third year.
That was when I met Clock, you haven't met her, yet, and she didn't have a song...
Erm... To The Ark was about Masky and Hoodie...
Regret Game was The Slenderman, if shit seriously hits the fan then I'll tell him about what Jack's done and he'll probably fix it.
Don't know about To The Cove, that might be a thing in the attic...
Oh! The Pianist, that one was actually my first official job.
The song written on the music sheet caused massive internal bleeding and it was being used by these pharmacy snobs to create a panic for heart medication, or something, and I went with Masky to go grab the thing,"
Fred looked at him with slight confusion.
"So... you guys are more like... what's the term... anti-heroes?" he asked.
"Er... no, we're definitely bad guys, by your standards, and we sometimes stop stuff like that if we're told to," Isaac said.
"Oh... so... what did you do on your job?" Fred asked.
For a brief moment, Isaac was able to see the old Fred shine through for a moment.
"Snuck into a place, found out that the sheets had been moved to another venue so we had to get there before they played again.
Snuck into there, found where they were practising, Masky got a bit of the tail end of the music, but he was alright.
I caused a distraction to let Masky get the sheet music from the guys in there by flaming up, but Masky got shot so I had to go rescue his ass,"
"Flaming up?" Fred asked.
Isaac cast a quick glance at the door.
"Wanna see something cool?" Isaac asked him, a mischevious grin spreading on his face.
At Fred's wary nod he held up a clenched fist that, when he spread his fingers out, burst into shimmering blue flames.
"Woah," Fred's eyes went wide as he looked at the flames wrapped their way around his fingers.
"Cool, huh?" Isaac said, gathering the flames in the middle of his now cupped hand so he was effectively holding a ball of flames.
Fred cautiously reached towards it and held his hand over the flames.
"Can... can all Proxies do that?" he asked.
"Erm... I don't think so... I'm apparently just special," Isaac said, closing his hand a little more so the flames were longer.
"Can... can you throw it?" Fred asked, a quick huff of laughter escaping him as the edges of his mouth twitched closer to smiling.
"Well... I've tried, but no luck yet," Isaac admitted.
"Maybe you're part Veela?" Fred suggested.
"Hermione thought the same," Isaac said, "Don't think I am, though,"
"There's probably something you could do to find out," Fred said, "Wait, does... does Hermione..."
"No, she doesn't," Isaac said quickly, "You are the only person at Hogwarts, aside from me, that knows the truth...
And it's going to stay that way,"
The smile that had been creeping onto Fred's face vanished and his entire being seemed to slump.
Isaac sighed and shook the flames away.
"Look.
For as long as I'm at Hogwarts, and you still put up with me, then I'll make sure that nothing too bad happens to you," Isaac said, pulling the stool out next to Fred and sitting down.
"I just... I don't know what I'm supposed to do now..." Fred admitted in a low voice.
"That's easy enough," Isaac snorted, "You do the same as you always do.
You wake up.
You go stuff your gob.
You go to class.
You muck around and play a few pranks.
You just... live your life, except you've got someone who'll get you to do favours and odd jobs for them that you can't turn down every once in a while,"
Fred seemed to be looking better now.
His smile seemed a little sorrowful but the fire that Isaac could normally see blazing away in his eyes was quickly returning.
"This is so weird," Fred groaned, rubbing his tired eyes.
He was definitely feeling a lot sleepier now that the adrenaline was working its way out of his system.
"Preaching to the choir," Isaac said, patting his back, "You got any more questions?"
Fred thought for a moment.
"No," he replied, "Not right now,"
His mind was too fuzzy from needing sleep to think straight.
"Alright," Isaac said as he got up, "I'm hanging with Ben tonight, chances are that he'll hear soon enough about you, whether from me or Jack, so we might pop in to check on you,"
Fred nodded before shaking his head and looking up at Isaac.
"Ben's here?" he asked.
"Not... not here here," Isaac said with a bob of his head, "He has... he can visit people's dreams if he's got something with a wireless connection near them,"
Fred really didn't know what to say to that so he nodded and followed him out the room.
The Fat Lady murmured in her sleep as she swung open when they whispered the password to her.
Unsurprisingly, the common room was empty so Fred and Isaac were able to make their way to their rooms without meeting anyone.
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George looked up from his position on his bed as he saw Fred walk in.
"You took your time," he whispered to not disturb anyone.
Fred paused for a moment.
"Filch was prowling," he told George, "Harder to dodge him and that cat of his without the map,"
"Still managed it for most of our first year," George said with a grin.
"Yeah, well... I'm tired," Fred said, "Just... really tired,"
"Ok, man," George said, drawing his curtains so he could continue reading by wand light, "See if you're still feeling mopey in the morning,"
Fred managed to grin back at him long enough for the curtains to close before it dropped away with a sigh.
Sleep didn't come so easy that night.
Clowns with razor sharp teeth loomed out of darkness whenever he closed his eyes and the zombie children he saw always watching him with hungry looks in the background.
He supposed that he had finally managed to get to sleep when he kept getting chased by the zombie children.
He was running as fast as he felt like he could when he ran head first into something.
He looked up at the statue of this odd person wearing a green tunic.
They had elongated, pointy, ears that reminded him a little of house-elves and the wide grin gave him shivers at how similar to that quick sideways glance at Jeff he had seen.
Fred frowned as he turned to look back and found that the zombie children that had been chasing him were no longer there.
He turned back to find the statue had moved until it was less than an inch from his face.
He leapt backwards, tripping over something, and landed on the ground.
He scrambled backwards another little bit until he came to a stop against something cold.
He spun to find the same statue standing on a taller plinth.
Around him, caging him in, were more of the statues.
His eyes were wide and his breathing was beyond panicked right now.
Their wide grins and staring eyes seemed to drill straight through him and...
"Boy, you really aren't cut out for this," a mischevious voice said.
He glanced up to see a familiar looking blonde teenager sitting cross-legged upon the tall plinth in the place of the statue.
His green hoody looked remarkably like the tunic that the statue had been wearing.
"T-they were you?" Fred asked, swallowing his nervousness.
After all, this was a dream... you couldn't actually die in a dream... right?
"You got that pretty quick," the blonde said as he jumped down, "Specs didn't tell you, did he?"
"T-tell me what?" Fred asked.
And who the hell was 'Specs'?
"Leave him alone, Ben," a voice he knew well called over.
Something small and red flew past them, followed shortly by something larger that was red and yellow, and Isaac jogged over to where they were.
Fred watched in a sort of fascination as the bleak landscape of his dream gave way to a field of long grass that just reached his knees.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"In your dreams," Ben said, "Though we have no idea where this place came from," Ben looked around.
"Told you we'd pop in on you," Isaac said, "Don't mind BRVR, he'll be fine chasing whatever we throw him,"
"B-BRVR?" Fred asked, "The... cat that he got?" he nodded towards Ben, who was looking over the field to watch for BRVR's return.
"Yeah,"
"You told him BRVR was a cat?" Ben snorted.
"Ok, does possessed Pikachu sprite with homicidal tendencies sound better?" Isaac asked scathingly.
"Much better," Ben nodded, "Everything you need to know in one quick sentence,"
Fred watched the odd exchange as Isaac stood next to Ben, hardly any space between their arms, they were that close.
He had been about to ask what a Pikachu was when the larger yellow and red thing bounded back to the small clearing.
It looked like a tubby little teddy bear had been brought to life, given razors for teeth, and coated in what he assumed was most definitely not ketchup.
"Hey, Buddy," Isaac scratched BRVR under his chin as he dropped the ball down at his feet and leaned into the touch, "You don't mind us checking on Fred, do you?"
Fred was a little worried about his name being given openly to something that had been described as homicidal shortly before arriving.
BRVR looked over at the still form of Fred and padded over, sniffing the air around his feet.
~F-Red is Izak friend~
~Is F-Red User like Izak~
"Yeah, Fred is a friend of mine, and we're checking up on him the same way that Ben checks up on me," Isaac said.
"F-Red?" Fred said softly to himself.
"He does it with everyone," Ben said, causing Fred to jump as he had thought nobody had heard him, "He is... mildly illiterate.
I'm Bin, Isaac is Izak, Sally is Sal-Lee, he got E.J alright, says El-J for L.J though,"
"That's got to be fun to read in Spanish," Isaac said, standing up with BRVR scooped up into his arms.
"Oh, yeah," Ben said, "They'll read that as 'The-J', won't they?"
'This is weird,' Fred thought, "So... you're Ben?"
"We've met," Ben said, "Train station at the end of the last school year,"
"No, I remember, it's just... you actually look like yourself," Fred said, "I mean... Jack looks nothing like he actually does, nor does... Jeff..."
Something odd had flitted across Ben's face when Fred mentioned looking like himself and that had caused the ginger to clam right up.
"You settling into stuff alright?" Ben asked, oddly stilted, a moment later.
Fred glanced at Isaac.
Apparently, he had said something to upset Ben but he had no idea what.
"Jack hasn't asked him to do anything yet," Isaac said, "Only just finished explaining things to him when I went to bed,"
Ben made a soft hum to show that he had heard him, but his expression did soften a little when Isaac spoke.
"I'd better let you get some actual sleep," Ben said a moment later, "See you around... and Freddie...
Wave goodbye to normalcy,"
Before Fred had a chance to say anything else the scene before him blurred out and when he woke that next morning he couldn't think of any dreams that he had had after meeting Ben and BRVR.
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Jeff frowned as Jack reappeared in front of them.
Madame Macabre had returned not too long ago, quicker than it had taken for Jack to return.
"What took you so long?" he asked as Jack sighed.
"I made someone who spotted us a Proxy," Jack said, twirling the fork and stabbing it into some of the sides that he had been given.
Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Oh really?" he asked sarcastically, "Who and why?"
"Fred Weasley, he saw us because of you and your gravy addiction," Jack said, "So I had to step in to fix your fuck-up,"
Jeff scoffed and rolled his eyes a second time, "Whatever,"
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Halloween had fallen on a Friday that year so Isaac had Saturday free from any classes.
It seemed that some people, probably the twins, still had a couple of tricks hidden away when people ran out of bathrooms when the water ran red like it was being replaced with blood.
That day, he had gotten his homework for the next week sorted, looked up some interesting charms he wanted to try out when he got home, and tailed Fred a bit to see how he was handling things.
He seemed to be coping well enough.
It looked like he was treating the entire thing as one big secret prank and worked to keep up appearances so that nobody would suspect that he was now the Proxy to a child killing clown that was around a century, or two, old.
The atmosphere was abuzz with excitement as the time for the choosing of champions drew nearer.
No classes that day made it worse as nobody had anything to focus on anything and people spent more time in the entrance hall to see if the Goblet had chosen anyone already.
Eventually, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had to set up temporary charms to gently usher students away if they spent more than five minutes in the hall as people couldn't move around as much.
It was nearly midday when Isaac noticed that Fred was seeming a little worn out.
He had kept shooting him quick glances and nodding to tell him that he hadn't said anything but around an hour after lunch it was pretty clear that he needed to vent or get distracted from everything that was racing through his mind.
He waited until Fred glanced at him and mouthed, 'Do you want a distraction?'
Fred did a small double take and mouthed, 'What?' back.
'Do you want a distraction?' Isaac mouthed again.
Fred shook his head in confusion and mouthed what yet again.
Isaac let his head drop, pointed at him, mimed out reading a book, looked sharply away, and mouthed, 'Distraction,'.
When Fred still looked confused Isaac groaned before he got up and walked over to Fred and George.
"You two want to go practise Quidditch?" he asked.
George mulled it over for a moment, "Yeah, sure, why not?" he replied while Fred started sporting a look of understanding.
"I'll go ask Madam Hooch for the key to the shed so we can get the quaffle," Isaac said, still wondering how people could come up with a name as odd as 'quaffle'.
Half an hour later Isaac was walking onto the pitch with his Firebolt slung over the shoulder while Fred and George hovered lazily in the air.
"Oh... we're in trouble," George said, hanging upside down and looking behind Isaac once he drifted up to meet them.
Katie, Angelina, and Alicia were walking over to them, brooms in hand.
"Didn't think to invite us?" Angelina asked as she joined them in the air.
"Didn't know where you were," Isaac said.
"We were sitting in the room across from you," Alicia said, hovering next to Katie.
"And now you know why I wear glasses," Isaac said, "Three 'v' three? First to five points?"
The skirmish certainly had the effect that Isaac was hoping for.
As they were in the air Isaac could see the old Fred begin to shine through, carefree and unburdened with the weight of the world.
It took surprisingly longer than Isaac would have thought for the game to end, five to the girls to his and the twins four.
It seemed evenly matched, after all, the girls skill from years as Chasers against Fred and George's accuracy combined with Isaac's speed.
"Ok, what's next?" Katie asked, smirking as George hung upside down like a monkey on his broom.
"How about a game of tag?" Isaac suggested, "We can recreate The Revolutionary War," he laughed.
"The war for America's independence from the British Empire," he said when they looked confused.
"Oh, I forgot it was called that," Alicia said.
"Ten second head start!" Isaac said quickly before shooting off.
It took them close to ten minutes to catch him, and that was only because George and Fred blocked him in from below and above respectively as the girls swarmed him.
"Ok, who got the tag?" Fred asked as Isaac groaned at being caught.
"Me," Angelina said.
"You're the runner then," Isaac said, cracking his neck.
"Not exactly fair with you on that, though," Katie said, raising an eyebrow at the Firebolt.
"Alright then," Isaac said, gliding to the ground and dismounting, "Swap then,"
Angelina flew down to him and they traded brooms.
Isaac found that the lack of speed in the air irritating and he desperately tried to get the catch so he could go back to being on a fast broom.
He was forced to suffer for another hour before he could get back on his broom.
Once the sun had started to set in the sky no one was on their own broom anymore.
"That wasn't that bad," Alicia said, jumping down off of Fred's broom to be given her own back to her by Angelina.
"No, should do it again," George agreed, getting his own back from Isaac as Isaac got his from Katie.
The brooms were stored safely away in the sheds and everyone went for a quick wash and change back up in the tower before things started getting tense.
"Isaac... could I get a quick word?" Fred asked as they neared the tower.
"Sure," Isaac said, waiting on him to wave George away before the two of them walked into the room that Isaac had dubbed The Twins Terror Blank... he was still trying to think of a word that began with the letter 'T' that he could use to refer to the room.
"Feeling a little hot under the collar?" Isaac asked.
"How do you keep all this hidden?" Fred asked, "I mean... this is a really big thing,"
"I know and, trust me, it get's really hard sometimes," Isaac said.
"Have you ever... let it out before?" Fred asked him.
"Well... there have been a couple of times that came close...
Kinda joked about it with Draco a couple of times... maybe once with Blaise...
Closest that ever came was with you and George, all the joking you did with the stories back in second-year,"
"Oh, Merlin... we were idiots back then,"
"Jack does have a point, though," Isaac said, "You really need to learn some proper swears," he continued upon seeing Fred's confused look.
"I really don't know if I can do this..." he whispered quietly.
Isaac sighed and bowed his head.
"Look... I really don't know how to help you cope with all of this all that well.
I've had the practise of years keeping this stuff hidden, but... I can give you one piece of advice that you can trust me on,"
Fred looked at him eagerly.
"Write to L.J and ask him to help you," Isaac said, "Mention I told you to, and he'll probably help you out even more.
He knows that this is something big, and I'm fairly sure that there's this code of conduct between a Proxy and the one that took them on as such.
Whenever I've been sparring with the others and I've slipped and gotten hurt a bit more than I normally would have Slender's always been on the other side of wherever we've been training right afterwards watching us.
If he thinks I'm too tired to go on, or need a break, then he puts a stop to it.
The only time he didn't show up was when I met Locklear, and he's admitted that he doesn't know why he couldn't find me... maybe..."
Isaac fumbled with the cord around his neck.
Fred watched the polished silver pendant that hung from the black string as Isaac ran a thumb over its face.
"What is that?" he asked.
"Pendant that blocks any and all tracking stuff that could possibly be placed on me," Isaac said, "As normal a necklace you could ever buy, but it's been supercharged with Slender's mojo so that tracking magic dissipates near instantaneously," he told him, "Maybe his protection worked a little too well and it even stopped him tracking me,"
Fred fidgeted as Isaac tucked it back under his shirt, smoothing it down so you wouldn't be able to even tell that it was there.
"Trust me," Isaac said, "Jack's understanding and always makes sure that he fixes any mess he's made... unless it's a prank that got his intended target, then he'll let them clean it up just to annoy them a little more,"
Fred nodded, realising that he wasn't going to get much more help than that.
"Oh, by the way, how's your luck at getting Sackman to pay you back?" Isaac asked as they walked to the tower.
"Sackman?" Fred asked, "You mean Bagman?"
"Him, yeah,"
"Oh... he's still ignoring us, we're hoping to corner him sometime during the Tournament, that way he'll have to answer us," Fred told him.
"Good plan," Isaac said, "Worse case scenario, you ask me to have a go at getting him,"
Fred looked slightly fearful again.
"I wouldn't kill him," Isaac whispered, "I'd just send him a little battery powered thingy that Ben could use to go give him night terrors for a while and have him plant the idea to pay you two back in his subconscious,"
Fred looked around.
"You don't need to do that," he whispered quickly, "We're... we can handle it,"
"Alright, offer's still there, though," Isaac said before turning to the Fat Lady and giving her the password.
Dinner approached faster than any of the students could believe and soon they were all eating with hands shaking in anticipation.
Crouch and Bagman were back for the selection process and Isaac noticed that Bagman's gaze always seemed to skip over the Gryffindor table, never lingering for a second longer than it had to.
Once the plates had been cleared away Dumbledore walked to the middle of the room, where the Goblet of Fire stood tall, and dimmed the lights in the room with a wave of his hand.
"The time you have all been waiting for has come," he announced, "The Goblet is ready to give its selection.
Baited breaths were held as everyone leaned closer to watch.
Dumbledore gently placed his hand on the Goblet and its flame turned from a calm blue to a rippling red.
The flames died down for a moment before they roared into the air and threw out a piece of thick parchment.
"The champion for Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!"
The Durmstrang visitors roared and clapped, Beauxbatons clapping politely, and a fair few of the Hogwarts students were cheering as well.
Krum got to his feet, walked stiffly to Dumbledore, who shook his hand, and sent him off to the side room just off the Great Hall that held the trophies gathered over the years.
Everyone turned back to the Goblet as it threw the second piece of parchment into the air, this once folded neatly into a circle.
"The champion for Beaubaxtons is... Fleur Delacour!"
The Beaubaxtons clapped for the blonde girl that stood up, a radiant smile upon her face.
Isaac could recognise her as the girl that had asked for the admittedly tasty French stew that he had tried at the opening feast.
"Looks like someone's upset they didn't get it," Hermione whispered to him, nodding towards someone from Beaubaxtons that had burst into tears.
The flames flared for the third time and Dumbledore reached out for the piece of parchment that it had given this time.
"The Hogwarts champion is... Cedric Diggory!"
Hogwarts erupted in applause, more enthusiastic for their own champion as Cedric got up from the Hufflepuff table, beaming happily as his table chanted his name.
Dumbledore shook his hand and he too went off to the trophy room.
"Excellent," Dumbledore cheered to the hall, "We now have our three champions..."
He paused as the flames on the Goblet rippled once again.
Murmurs broke out across the hall as everyone wondered what was going on.
There were only three schools, why was it acting like it was choosing a fourth?
The flames flared and spat out a fourth piece of parchment.
Dumbledore nearly let it slip through his fingers as he caught it.
"... Harry Potter..." he said shakily.
Whispers immediately broke out across the hall as every table began scanning the Gryffindors, searching for someone sitting as still as a statue and an expression equally stony.
Professor McGonagall hurried over to Professor Dumbledore and whispered something into his ear.
"Mr Rogers," Dumbledore said a few moments later.
Everyone watched as Isaac slowly got to his feet, dead-eyed and expressionless.
"Nope!"
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End notes.
Two wonderful cliffhangers in the same amount of weeks...
My, my, my... aren't I an evil asshole?
Well, hope you enjoyed, not got much to say that I haven't already.
See you next week!
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.
Pianist – jill0mccloud.
The Pianist – This story didn't have a credit if anyone knows then please tell me so I can fix this.
Pokemon Dead Channel – star-byte. (BRVR's story)
The Good Doctor Locklear – Madame Macabre - check out her youtube channel, really recommend the music!
Feel free to leave a suggestion for stories to read, I've enjoyed the ones that have been sent in already, and I'm dying for more!
