So what is happening to our young Amity Stone? It's going to be a long chapter, here have some chocolate milk.
I knew I was unconscious, I had tried to wake myself up but I couldn't. Right now I was just sort of living inside of my mind and watching all of my memories replay themselves, even the long forgotten ones.
Dad and I playing at the park, playing dress up with Leon and my Mom and reading to myself at a young age.
These memories are old; they're from when I was like only three. When everyone was still alive and breathing. Before I decided that I was better off alone.
Going to the ocean and watching Leon swim while I doggy paddled close to the shore, going to the library, visiting family up in Maine, Dad building Leon and I a tree house.
Most of these memories were happy but soon all the happiness was erased and replaced with dark and depressing memories.
Mom and Dad breaking up, Mom getting really sick and dying, her funeral, Dad feeling upset, forgetting all about Leon and I, Dad killing his brother, police, all the social workers and councilors speaking to Leon and I, Grandma taking us in and then three years later Leon died of Leukemia when I was only nine. Leon had been my only and best friend as well as my brother. We were home schooled by our parents and I didn't know a lot of other kids so I looked up to him, I loved him, I loved him, Mom and Dad with all my heart and then they left me.
Wait…..what if right now I'm dying? In a lot of the books I've read whenever the character is close to death their life flashes by them. What if this is what's going on right now? I don't want to die, I'm not ready! I want to continue breathing no matter how lonely or tortured I am, it's just too scary to die.
The next set of memories were just showing how it was to live with Grandma in the middle of nowhere in a simple manner. We used cold water that came from a river that ran by the house, the only electronic items we had were a refrigerator, a stove, a microwave, a toaster and a home phone. We only turned on the lights if it was dark, we grew most of our own food in a garden and we used a woodstove to heat up the house during the winter. Life was pretty easy that way.
All the other memories just had to do with school, Cassidy and our trying to summon Treeman then after that everything was dark; it was just me and my thoughts. What if I'm already dead and this is all there is left, myself for an eternity? Is this what it's like to be dead? No I can't be dead, I'm only fifteen, there's still so much for me! This isn't fair, I don't even know how I died, was I killed by an animal, sudden sickness or did Tallman really exist and did he kill me, how did I die? Will somebody find my body in the woods or will it just rot away unnoticed by anyone?
NO! I AM NOT DEAD! I will not accept it, I want to breath so I will! If I want to be alive I will be alive! Amity Stone you better wake up right now because you are not dead you are alive! Wake up right now and you'll escape this nightmare. Come on already and just WAKE UP!
I waited for a few moments but nothing happened, my eyes stayed closed and I didn't wake up.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP! Come on, you aren't dead Amity, not yet. I won't allow myself to be dead so come on move or do something! Still nothing happened. Just give me a sign of life; I don't want to be dead. I've never asked for much from anybody at all but right now all I'm asking for is life! Please, please if there really is some great divine spirit up in the sky watching over me then please hear my plea and grant me the pleasure of breathing.
Nothing happened.
Face it Amity, your dead, this is all you have forever now, it's just your thoughts and nothing else. Hey at least I'm all alone, there's nobody else around that can hurt me now. Maybe I'll learn to love it, I mean it's all there is for me until the end of time and perhaps even longer. I can work on my math skills without anybody laughing at my mistakes or I can create a whole book in my head. A great man did once say that death is just the passing into a new life, right?
Wow, it literally hurt to hear myself think right now. Amity face it, you know that eventually you'll get bored with your own thoughts, what will you do then? Death is one of the worse things that can happen to you so stop trying to cheer yourself up.
Suddenly a light pierced the darkness in my head; it was cold and smelled like a crisp winter morning. What was this light?
I sat up swiftly and studied my hands feet and skin to make sure they were really there. Sure enough everything felt okay but my wrists did ache a bit and had odd white scars around them but otherwise I was fine. I was breathing, my heart was beating, I was alive! But the question is where the hell am I? I seemed to be in a cave but I was only guessing that from the stalagmites, there were a lot of candles spreaded around on the floor that created a dim light. It was cold, I could see my breath when I exhaled and I was still in my pajamas, a purple tank top and light blue shorts.
Where am I, how'd I even get here? I fainted in a forest not in a cave and Cassidy was there to, where is she now? Then I remembered seeing her ripped up body, she is definitely dead but what could screw up a body that quickly and silently? Maybe it was a bear, bears live in North Dakota, no it wasn't a bear, bears are too noisy. What killed Cassidy? What if it was a person, that might explain how I got here, the person must've killed Cassidy and then took me here. But why didn't they kill me and what if they're still here?
Real quickly I peeked into my messenger bag to see if Beau was still there. Sure enough the white amigurmi cat with teal button eyes was still there. I closed my bag and took a deep breath.
"Is anybody t-there?" I yelled.
Nobody answered me, my voice echoed off the cave walls. So apparently nobody was here in the cave with me. I looked around a bit, there had to be a way out, I had to get in here by some entrance right? I searched the room but there was no way out, what the hell?
"Come here child, I will not harm you." I heard a voice say.
I whipped around in surprise and saw four people standing in the shadows by the cave wall. One wore an orangish brown sweatshirt and had on a black mask with a red frowny face stitched onto it, next to him stood another person with a doll like mask on and next to him stood a tall boy with orange goggles and a dark green mouth mask on. Those three aren't what really scared me, the fourth person did, he was inhumanly tall, had a blank bleach white face and wore a black and white business suit.
"Tr-treeman?" I stuttered as I stared at him in fear and disbelief.
"We mean you no harm Amity, come here and everything will be all right." Treeman somehow said without a mouth.
What is going on?! Treeman does not exist, he can't, he's not real! Stop it Amity, look he's standing right there which obviously means he's real. Do what he wants, don't piss him off and maybe you'll continue to live. You want to live don't you?
"Come here Amity, we mean no harm."
"O-okay…..I g-guess." I replied as I hesitantly walked towards Treeman.
The next thing I knew long black tendrils were all around me, wrapping me up into a cocoon. This could not be good, I though he said he wouldn't kill me, what is he doing?! Was this what happened to Cassidy, is this how she died? My body became tense and felt transparent but at the same time I felt as if a billion tiny sharp rocks were pelting my skin. When the feeling was gone Treeman unwrapped me and I saw that I was no longer in the cave but on a small grassy island underneath a giant oak tree. {I'm not sure if you can tell but they were in an underground cave and Treeman teleported them out, so yeah}
"Masky take Amity in the canoe with you, while she's with you try to explain everything and whatever you do don't kill her." Treeman told the man with the doll like mask.
"Yes sir, slender sir." He saluted.
"I'll meet you four back at home then, farewell." Treeman said and with that he left me alone with the three strangers.
"Well you heard him, come on let's go!" The boy with goggles said.
"N-no, I want you to explain ev-everything right now." I bravely demanded.
The one wearing a doll like mask cocked his head like a confused dog, the person in the hood just stared at me blankly and the boy with goggles crossed his arms and mumbled something unintelligible.
"You do know what Creepypasta is, right?" The man with the doll mask asked.
Creepypasta? I think Cassidy had mentioned Creepypasta to me before but I had been reading so I didn't hear a word she had said. Those times you regret not listening.
"Ummm I h-have no clue a-actually." I replied.
"Girl you have been living under a rock, come on I'll explain in the boat."
They all walked away but I stayed put, everything was just so confusing. I have no idea what's going on or where I am nor do I know these people and what does Creepypasta have to do with all of this? In one night Cassidy died, I thought I was dead and I awoke to meet Treeman in a cave, this is a lot to process.
Out of the blue I felt a hand holding mine; I looked up from the ground in surprise to see that the man wearing a mask had my hand in his.
"Come on, the others are in the canoe waiting and we don't want to make Slenderman angry. By the way call me Masky."
"Amity Stone." I replied.
I followed Masky to the end of the island where the other two waited by an old yellow wooden canoe. As we walked I noticed that not that many stars shone in the sky and instead of being black or dark blue the night sky was a dark purple inky color with some streaks of a really dark red.
"I'm not sitting on the floor of the canoe!" The boy with goggles yelled. "Especially if I have to sit next to her!"
The boy with orange goggles and a mouth mask was arguing with Masky. Now that we were out of the cave I could see he was pale, had chestnut brown hair, wore a light olive green sweatshirt with a navy blue hood, had brown eyes and two hatchets, one new and one old.
"Toby stop it, you are being ridiculous. She is not going to steal your place beside Slenderman! Just sit on the floor now." Masky yelled back.
"No, no, no, no, no! Just let Hoodie sit on the floor."
"What if he doesn't want to?" Masky sighed.
The boy named Toby turned to the person wearing an orangish brown sweatshirt that had to be Hoodie and shouted. "Hoodie your going to sit on the floor! If you don't then when you're sleeping at night I'll sneak into your room and stuff ragweed down your throat!" I heard a small whimper come from Hoodie as he gave Toby a thumbs up.
Masky then helped me into the canoe where I sat back to back with Hoodie on the floor. In the canoe Masky explained to me about what Creepypasta is while I tried to ignore Toby's rude comments. I got a pretty good idea of what Creepypasta is, the word is derived from the two words copy and paste because basically Creepypasta is a bunch of scary stories that people copy and paste onto different websites. So it's basically a bunch of online legends that get passed from website to website. It was all pretty simple until he told me that most of them tend to be true and that I'm now one.
"W-wait, what, how is t-that possible?" I asked astonished.
"You see Slenderman, the guy you call Treeman is a well known Creepypasta as a matter of fact most people that don't know what Creepypasta is have heard at least one of his names, take yourself as an example. Well Slenderman has proxies; do you know what that means?"
I nodded. "Proxy, a per-person authorized t-to act for another, r-right?"
"Stuttering, meaner, slender stealer." Toby muttered loudly.
"Toby would you shut the fuck up already?!" Masky screamed as Hoodie put a gloved finger to his red frowning mouth.
"Fine, be that way, I will!" Toby pouted.
"So yeah that's pretty much what proxy means." Masky continued. "Hoodie, Toby, myself and now you are Slender's proxies. We do the parts of his work that he can't, won't or doesn't do. We hang up signs, collect information, steal, leave video tapes, warnings, trick people and stuff like that."
This was all so odd and hard to take in. Nobody had ever asked me if I wanted to be a proxy, I didn't even know that Treeman had proxies.
"You'll get used to it, we all did." Masky said trying to reassure me.
I g-guess." Was all I said.
As Masky and Toby rowed the canoe I studied the surroundings and people around me. The water was a dark black color and on my skin it was chilly, I couldn't see the bottom of it nor could I see my reflection. I could hear Hoodie's faint breathing beside me, it was very silent though and hard to hear, I could also smell his odd pine like scent. I watched Toby row for a while, every now and then he seemed to twitch a bit and he stared at me angrily. Masky calmly rowed the canoe and didn't say much, droplets of water were collecting on his tan leather jacket.
"I'm starving, it's been forever since I've eaten." Toby cried.
"It's only been three days Toby." Masky told him.
"Wh-why haven't you e-eaten?" I asked curiously.
"In order for you to become a proxy there had to be a ceremony, it wasn't much Slender just had to give you markings and go through your memory. We didn't do much we just had to attend and be silent for the days you were unconscious. You were out for three days." Masky explained. "This was Toby's first ceremony so he's going to be cranky. Just ignore him."
Wow, I was out for three days? I had no idea and I'm not even hungry yet. What does Masky mean by markings though? Does he mean the weird scars on my wrists?
"Y-you mean that th-these scars are m-marks?" I asked showing Masky my wrists.
"Yeah, those marks will tell other Creepypastas that you aren't a normal human, that you're a proxy. Trust me you want those marks, without them you wouldn't survive in the Nightmare Realm for long." Masky replied.
"Nightmare R-realm?"
"Ummm yeah, well you see….there isn't just one dimension, there are many more and well….okay, look I don't know how to explain this, Slenderman will have to explain."
A different dimension, wow how is this all possible? This is so much to take in and I have a feeling that there's no turning back, if I try to I might get myself killed for all I know. What will await me in the future, have I been put into a situation where I'll have to create bonds with others? No, I will remain to myself no matter what if I'm alone then I'm safe and the only way to be safe is to be alone.
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