Chapter 47 Believe Your Own Eyes
With the upcoming arrival of Slenderman's brothers, the whole Creepypasta household was up and about. A rare sight for you eyes indeed, thinking to yourself that you hadn't seen the rest of the residents so lively since Christmas were around the corner. Everyone was running up and down the whole place, including you, fixing and tidying up every little spot around the house, every little crevice that you highly doubted it would go unnoticed by the thorough cleaning program all of the residents started or by the Master of the house himself. The living room and hallway were shining brightly at the strong rays of the luxurious sun that peered through the vast windows, both rooms being spotless to their every inch and giving off an ever-so-faint aroma of lavender and chlorine. God only knows what you and Jane had gone though to mop the floor with only an old piece of cloth. Your knees still remember the pain though.
But, with all the cleaning up, the whole place was slowly and steadily starting to remind you of a normal, cozy house, if you excluded of course its peculiar and murderous residents; but excluding them, you would most probably take all the fun away from it. Slenderman had ordered everyone to cooperate and in case someone disobeyed or a fight broke out, he would personally make sure that they would be severely punished. You didn't even need the faint static in the faceless-being's voice to feel a shiver of pure terror go down your spine, knowing that there was threat lurking behind his calm words, something that immediately made you cooperative as hell. Following your train of thoughts, the rest of the residents obliged to the request as well. Even Toby with Masky appeared to have some unspoken treaty among themselves and to everyone's complete surprise, didn't even argue silently. They did downright ignore each other though, something that was clearly the best deal the two of them could pull. The rest of you worked in good terms though and even Ben left his games aside for a while, helping in his turn to make sure all the electronics around the house worked perfectly, before cleaning up like the rest of you. You couldn't help but think that if all it took for the elf to move from his spot in the sofa and help around, was the upcoming visit, then those brothers should be visiting more often.
Of course, the unfortunate incidents weren't a rare case, especially when each of you started to clean their rooms.
For example, Toby asked you to help him out in cleaning his room, which was okay as a suggestion and as a favor to your best friend. It all began normally, you stepped inside the room which kind of reminded you a picture of a demolished to the ground building you had once seen in a newspaper, which was normal for a teenager like Toby –so no surprises here- and both of you began to clean up, with him moving the heavy stuff and you helping out with the details that he would most probably overlook and most probably bring upon you Slenderman's wrath. Both of you chatted and joked merrily, the constant cracking and popping of his neck barely noticeable by your accustomed brain and pretty much everything went well. Until you kneeled down to clean under his bed. And until something looked back at you from the dark space under the bed.
E.J. was the first one to charge inside the room, responding to your deafening scream of terror, only to find the goggled man holding you in his hands bridal style, your arms wrapped so tight around his neck that you were pretty much cutting off his air supply. The Proxy had swiftly started to turn purple from the lack of air, but remained as he was, not daring to move a single muscle, until you withdrew your hand to point at a huge –five times the normal size- rat that peeked under the Proxy's bed, allowing Toby to draw in a sharp breath. The incident ended with E.J. throwing the rat out of the window and you storming out the room, swearing loudly and vowing that you would never step a foot inside the hatchet man's room ever again and smacking Jeff's head sharply, to punish him for laughing at you.
The second incident included poor Masky.
He was just doing his usual chores like any other day, minding his own business and not messing or disturbing anyone inside the house, carrying the laundry outside for Jane and Clocky to hang it to dry, when as he stepped out in the front porch, one of the clothes fell off the large bucket and the Proxy bend down to pick it up mindlessly, only to discover that it was one of Jane's panties and not what would anyone call 'descent' for anyone but her boyfriend to see. Needless to say, the unsuspected Proxy came down with a strong punch in the face from Jane, which only worsened his already strong nosebleed, making him have to take a break and try to stop it, muttering one sorry after the other to the raven haired girl.
Thankfully for you, no one had to help you clean up your room and after the incident with Jane, you pretty much made your life goal to do your own laundry from now on.
So days ran in a sweet rush, with all of you occupied with your chores, helping each other and making you feel so happy that you were finally back around your family. It was true that even now, after a week and a half that you were awake, all of them still kept their awareness around you, forbidding you from doing any chores that required too much of strength or were too tough and you could pretty much swear that there was always someone lurking around you to make sure that you would do anything they found bad for you in secret. LJ and Sally were happily organizing tea parties with you when there were no chores, in which you always were under the faint impression that the monochrome clown was doing he's best to make you laugh. EJ and Jeff on the other hand, made sure that there was nothing that you needed and you didn't have. EJ was checking your wounds every day and treating you to your favorite type of blood, claiming that now that your hunger was satisfied, there was no reason for you to go hunting and Jeff one night came back with a handful of new clothes for you. They were pampering you, but after so many days, it had started to get on your nerves.
And so, the day of the arrival came.
'Where're you off to doll?' Jeff gave you a sly smirk as you headed to the bathroom, holding your bath robe and your favorite bath foams.
'I'm gonna take a bath. Can I?' you reply calmly, opening the door that leads to the bathroom.
'Can I join ya?' the unblinking killer suggests slyly, but the only response he gets is the closing of the door.
Sighing, you lock the door behind you and resting your stuff to the side of the sink, you walk over to the bathtub, opening the faucet and allowing the hot water to slowly fill the whole thing. Smiling happily when you test the water temperature, you throw inside your favorite bath soaps, feeling the strong aroma of the luxurious peaches reaching your nose shortly after. It would be a perfect opportunity to calm your nerves and relax after another tough day of cleaning around, especially before the guests arrive. But, the good news are that the house was spotlessly clean and Slenderman was finally happy, allowing all of them to finally relax.
'I spoke to God today and she said that she's ashamed. What have I become, what have I done? I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he's not to blame. And I understood, cause I feel the same.' You sang merrily, walking towards your stuff, picking your (h/l) (h/c) hair up in a messy bun, so that you wouldn't get them wet. Stripping from your clothes, you enter the bathtub, turning the faucet off once it was fully covered by the hot water.
'Arms wide open, I stand alone. I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone. Right or wrong, I can hardly tell. I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell. The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous side of hell.' You played with the lavish foam for a little bit, chuckling merrily as you were able to see each and every one of those bubbles, others bursting under your hands and others due to the water temperature. It was a good thing that they covered the whole surface, completely hiding away your naked body, since no matter the fact that you had locked the door, you were pretty sure that it wasn't enough to stop any of the residents to come barging in.
'I heard from God today, and she sounded just like me. What have I done, and who have I become. I saw the Devil today, and he looked a lot like me. I looked away, I turned away!'
The hot water had allowed many vapors to reach the air inside the bathroom, making the whole place become a little bit foggy and damp with the humidity. It was a nice feeling, especially when the few candles you had lit appeared like small balls of light, shining away happily inside the room, seemingly hovering in the air, filling your mind with their calming effect. Sighing once again, you lean your head back at the bathtub, resting your weary head.
'Arms wide open, I stand alone. I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone. Right or wrong, I can hardly tell. I'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell. The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.'
Now that you were thinking about it, you never really given much thought on how Slenderman's brothers should be. Yeah, the chores kept your curious nature away, but now that you were thinking about it, you hadn't really heard any of the others speak about them as well. If it was on purpose or not, you didn't know. Still, if you thought about the Master of the household and you included his appearance and personality, then his brothers must be somewhere along these lines. Faceless, controlled and serious pretty much all the time. It was clearer than the sun itself though, that Slenderman was the leader of all, so where did the other reign? Or did they just exist under their brother's rule? Anyway, you would trouble your mind with this later.
'I'm not defending, downward descending, falling further and further away! Getting closer every day! I'm getting closer every day, to the end. To the end, the end, the end, I'm getting closer every day!'
Ah, sweet calmness… you were just so tired. Your eyelids were really heavy…
Out of nowhere, two hands grab you hard by your shoulders and shove you hard inside the hot water.
At first you are taken aback, leading you to down some of the water, trying desperately to prevent yourself from downing it again and stopping your natural instinct to breathe in doing so, as your hands grab the ones that are on your shoulders hard, instinctively trying to fight them off, in a try to free yourself and get out of the water. No matter how much you try to force the hands to let you go, thrusting, clawing and struggling against them, throwing water everywhere outside the bathtub and in an attempt to grab the edges with your legs and move away, the hands are holding you in a steely grip, preventing you from doing any move that would set you free. As the air starts to deteriorate inside your lungs, the insanity kicks immediately in, the monster opening its eyes from the dark corners of your mind, a dangerous red glow that makes you flash your eyes open under the water, the whole space around you turning in a bright red shade.
What you see through the murky water, makes even the monster inside of you freeze.
Four people were standing around the bathtub, the fifth one keeping you under the water. Three boys and two girls, with holes where their hearts should be and coal black eyes with no iris. They were smiling threatenly and insanely at you, their mouths dripping with a strange black liquid that only fuelled your terror. This wasn't the first time you were seeing them; no, you had seen them before. Back then when the Creepypasta had a movie night. The night when you had the worst nightmare of your life.
Your scream came out as nothing else but a plenty of bubbles, shortening your breath even more. What the hell were they doing here?! What did they want from you?! Weren't they just another nightmare? And if they aren't, how the hell did they come inside a house full of murderers?
Maniacally, you completely allow the beast inside of you to take over, starting to fight the hands off with such and insanity and magnitude, that makes your sane part wonder how the hell they still keep holding you down. But there is no room for unnecessary thoughts, since your breath has reached its limit and your crazed, red sight is starting to blur faintly at the edges, signaling that you are starting to pass out. No! You growl and struggle more and more, frantically trying to be set free. If you pass out now, you are definitely dead! You must fight! You must….must…
Suddenly, your head comes out of the water. You didn't know how you did it, but the next thing you knew, you were coughing up the water that had filled your lungs, desperately trying to breathe, your vision still blurred, but focused on the insane smiles around you.
'We warned you _. We told you he is coming. And you didn't run. Now, we shall save you.' the girl with the curly blonde hair and the sliced neck smiles and giggles at you, the space where her heart should be, completely empty.
'SOMEONE HEEEEELP!' you scream, as the girl lunges for your neck, grabbing it hard and shoving you under the water once again.
Again, you have the same feeling of drowning. Not because you have run out of breath, but because her thumbs are pressing hard against your throat, right where your larynx is located. Still, you are far more prepared for this one than last time. Grabbing her hands hard, you try to shake them off, fighting her with all your might, trying to lower her hands just a little bit, so that you will be able to bite them off. Both the monster inside your head and you are pushing your strength to the limits, burying your nails inside her flesh desperately, something that doesn't appear to affect her. Your mouth has long ago filled with the metallic taste of blood, as your insanity is starting to feed you with its poison. You just want to get out of this bathtub and paint the walls red with their blood. And you will laugh. You will laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh as you shred them into little pieces, making sure that none of them will get close to you ever again. You laugh, a sound that comes out only as a bunch more bubbles, shortening your breath.
No more games.
Your foot lands hard against the fine marble of the bathtub and you feel it crack under the strong kick. In a blink of an eye, the bathtub breaks, unleashing all the hot water from within out, as you hit the girl's hands so hard, that you feel them break under your punch. She let's go of you immediately, with you following the flow of the water, getting out of the bathtub from the crack, opening your mouth and filling it abruptly with air, your lungs burning hot inside your chest.
The moment your back touches the floor of the bathroom, you flip over, crawling down into battle position, passing your left arm over your bear chest, looking at the five people as they all smile threatenly at you.
'Don't fight us _. We only want to save you!' raven haired boy that appears to be the leader smiles at you, his chest hanging open exactly where his heart should be.
But you will not listen to them.
Screaming loudly, you lunge for the door at full speed. Time, as always, seems to slow down around you, as you pass among them, avoiding their haunting figures for mere millimeters, charging towards the door at full speed. You must get out of here and seek someone to help you. You have to notify everyone that you have intruders inside the house.
A hand appears just beside your head and in its sight, your eyes open wide with surprise, as it grabs you hard by the side. Your head smashes against the marble sink, breaking the beautiful piece of furniture and opening a large wound on your head, which allows the lavish red blood run down, staining both the white marble and your naked body.
'There is no escape… we found you..' all of them chant merrily, as you land on the floor, your vision a bit blurred from the pain on the side of your head.
'We will tear you apart to save you! Be thankful _!' the blonde haired girl chirps, as she grabs your legs and starts pulling you towards her.
You scream loudly and try to grab yourself on anything that can withstand your weight and keep you holding on, but the guy standing beside you kicks your arms hard, breaking the majority of your fingers, but this is nothing compared to the pain that washes over you, as the other girl with the brown hair pierces your back with a sharp piece of marble, penetrating your body from side to side. Clenching your teeth as she withdraws the marble to strike you again, you turn and kick the blonde girl straight in the face, who releases her grip and stumbles back. Grabbing the opportunity of the extra time, you spin your body on the floor, kicking the legs out of the rest of them. They fall hard on the floor, giving you just the correct amount of time to stand up, crippling your way towards the door, with the wound still hanging open on your back all the way to your upper abdomen.
Grabbing a random towel, you wrap it around your naked body, just as the leader grabs you once again from the neck, pulling you backwards and trying to twist your neck in order to break it. You growl loudly, struggling hard against him, desperately trying to make him let you go, searching with your broken fingers for a place to grab yourself on as he drags you back. With another loud scream from your place, the blonde girl stabs you hard on the stomach.
Gritting your teeth, you kick her once again, switching your body center and catapulting the leader over your shoulder.
In a rush of desperation and adrenaline, you crash your body against the bathroom door.
The wood breaks and you barely have the time to maintain your balance, as you fall against the wooden banister, your head turning towards the bathroom, only to see the nightmarish people coming against you. without thinking, you lunge with a bloodcurdling scream towards the stairs, trying with terror seizing your mind to get away, only to stumble on someone.
Sturdy hands grab you immediately from the sides, as your head flies up terrified to see the next foe you are up against, only to meet with the royal blue mask of EJ.
'EJ! THEY ARE COMING! WE MUST RUN NOW!' you scream desperately, trying to push him back to protect him.
'Why are you covered in blood _? Who is coming?!' he demands to know immediately, his voice painted with seriousness as he senses the danger, but still, he doesn't move an inch.
'THE PEOPLE WITHOUT HEARTS! THEY ARE RIGH-' turning, you see no one behind you 'What the?'
'What the f*ck is happening? Why are you d!psh!ts ye- _! What happened?!' Jeff demands to know, as he lunged out of his room immediately to see what was going on, his unblinking eyes falling on your bloodied figure.
'THERE ARE FIVE PEOPLE IN THE BATHROOM JEFF! THEY TRIED TO KILL ME!' you scream pointing at the bathroom, while you are still leaning on EJ for dear life.
Hearing the commotion, the other residents of the house gather to see what's going on. Jeff's eyes flash the same red shade that you had seen them flash in the past hundredth times, as the unblinking and deranged killer pulls his knife and lunges inside the bathroom. You hear his growl reverberate inside the small room, but then it dies out immediately. Holding your breath, you think that the worse happened, so you almost scream in excitement as the tall killer peeks at you from the door, a puzzled look on his unblinking eyes.
'Doll, there is no one in here.' He says.
'What on earth is going on over there?' Jane storms inside the hallway, looking up at the three of you.
'What happened? Why are you yelling like that?' Masky is the next one to pose a question, the moment his eyes set on you as well.
But you don't have time for them 'They must have left through the window!' you breathe out, the terror you were experiencing slowly dying out.
'_' EJ's voice is calm, trying to pacify your racing heart 'There is no window in this bathroom.'
You were losing it. Yeah, you were convinced beyond words that you were finally losing it.
After the calm words EJ had given you, you had stormed once again back into the bathroom, under the constant gaze of Jeff and with your towel starting to get drenched in your own blood, just to prove them wrong, just to prove to them that there was indeed someone in there, someone that tried to kill you. So it was only natural for you to be shaken to your very core when you discovered that no one was in there. Literally. No soul was anywhere in there. No enemies, no foes. And the most disturbing thing of them all, was that the bathroom was perfectly fine, with the bathtub and the sink just as you had found them when you walked inside the room that morning. The only thing that was out of place is your own blood that covered the sink and the floor in abundance. You couldn't explain to them what had happened. You couldn't even explain things to yourself. The realization that there was nothing there that justified your extended wounds and the blood, made you fall silent, completely pulling yourself inside your mind.
EJ treated your wounds carefully, saying that maybe, just maybe, it was all a bad dream. Maybe you had had a nightmare and it was you that caused all the wounds on yourself, which was perfectly normal, since it does happen in some of them, just another effect of the madness. Jeff for the first time agreed with his best buddy, but you just couldn't bring yourself into disagreeing with them. You knew what you had seen. You knew what you had been through in that hell-room. You just couldn't prove it.
The doorbell rang.
'I'm gonna get it.' You mumble tiredly, picking yourself up from the sofa, where you were sitting with EJ and giving Sally over to him as you did so.
'Are you sure you don't want us to go?' Jeff asked from his armchair, looking at you with calmness, while caressing Smile's mane. You knew that for Jeff to ask that, he must be worried.
'It's just a door.' You mumble, pulling your legs towards the door.
Reaching the front door, you sigh to yourself as you grab the doorknob, a strange feeling washing over you the minute you do so, only for you to push it away as just another trick of your mind, as you finally open the door.
There, in the threshold, three tall men are standing.
'Greetings fair lady.'
A/N: Song- Wrong Side Of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch :P I hope you enjoy :3
