Disclaimer: I do not own Slenderman, anything Creepypasta or anything related to MarbleHornets. Sorry about the long wait, I've been busy with other stories.

I followed the dank smell of rotting flesh and dry blood. By now I was just used to it. It'd been two years since that night, and I was a full proxy. Life was simple really: I led people into the forest for the boss, then he 'disposed' of them, and I had to clean up all the loose ends to make sure the police never caught on. Of course, that'd made me a wanted criminal and some stories had even popped up from conspiracy theorists and fans.

I'd also managed to find some things out about this Slenderman. Jennifer had definitely been suffering from Slender-Sickness as he had told me. When he was around, or stalking someone, they would become extremely paranoid and nauseous, and would even sometimes be too scared or ill to leave their homes. Camera equipment never worked either, as it would become full of audio-distortion or static.

Masky. That wasn't even an original nickname. After some late night internet searches I stumbled across someone called Tim. Apparently he'd been part of this thing called MarbleHornets and also became this 'Masky' proxy, even with a similar mask to myself. Then one night he just disappeared. I asked Slenderman about this but he told me not to get involved with things that didn't involve me.

I watched my newest victim from the branch of a tree. I always liked to watch from a distance so I could use the element of surprise. But, as always, boss would scold me about leaving too much evidence. It only took me five minutes to work out what needed to be done; I was going to run away. Not the best idea, I know, but I stood some sort of chance rather than sitting here.

I wanted my friends back. Jennifer had been sent away to some sort of boarding school and Chris was just being Chris. They'd already replaced me with this guy called Jeff who frankly crept me out. He always smiled in this child-like grin. If I'd learnt anything it was not to trust anyone that looked either suspicious or crazy, and this Jeff looked both.

Clutching my bag under my arm, I jumped from the tree and landed on the floor almost silent. Boss was away and I knew that I would have to be quick. I zipped my large coat up and ran towards the edge of the forest like I had done so many times before. The trees had gone and I was soon part of the concrete jungle once again. I must've been running for a long while because I passed out on a doorstep.

I looked up to see a familiar man standing over me as though I'd seen him before but not known him that well. Maybe I'd passed him once or twice. He couldn't be trusted...there was just something about him that looked wrong. Behind the wispy blue eyes there laid pain, anger and hurt. I also noticed that my mask was in his hands which also made me worry, maybe he'd report me. I don't want to spend my life in jail.

"You...you think that this is funny? YOU'RE BASICALLY A MURDERER! You led my family...to that m-monster!" the man screamed at me, tears rolling from his eyes. Now I could tell why he was angry with me. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"

Luckily I kept a pocket knife with me all of the time. I could already see him reach for his phone to call the police. "You don't want to do that"

"WHY NOT? I HAVE EVERY REASON TO!" he yelled, showing how upset and angry he was. I stepped back, flicking the blade out. "WHAT? Are you going to murder me now as well?" he asked, and I could hear the tremble in his voice. "SO I CAN BE WITH MY FAMILY?" he screamed.

"Not if I don't have a valid reason to" I replied, slinking back into the shadows. I followed the alleyway along to a cul-de-sac full of well-off houses, and it looked like a stereotypical neighbourhood. Complete with white picket fences. No forests in sight; that was always a bonus. Something was wrong though...very wrong. It was now dark, and I knew I had to find shelter.

Trying to run away?

No. Not now! He knew how to get in my head. I ran towards a field and kept running as fast as I could (my training had given me a lot more speed and stamina) until I came across a disused, broken and dilapidated mental hospital. I traced my fingers over the circle with a cross through it on the wall and hid as I heard a crashing sound. I took my mask off silently and peeked out from behind a wall.

He had the same mask as me.

"Tim" I blinked.