He wasn't expecting a castle.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting. The Operator had told little of the world he had entered, except that he would be safe. At the time, that was all he really needed to know.

But now, he wished he had been told much more.

He also wasn't expecting other people. He knew there would be one person waiting for him, the person he had been told about by his new master. But none of these people – if they even were people – claimed to be the one he needed.

When he'd first been guided into the building, he was noticed by some sort of clown dressed in black and white and a fistful of sweets. His name wasn't Masky. Laughing something. It started with a J.

Next came Jeff the Killer. He remembered his name only because of how cavalier he sounded as he introduced himself. He had a smile carved into his face. It looked painful, but he seemed to have no problem talking. And he talked a lot.

It was at this point that he noticed the Operator's absence. He also noticed the knife poking out of Jeff's pocket, and Laughing's sharpened teeth.

Before he could run, another walked into the room. He wore a blue mask, though he wasn't Masky either. Eyeless something. The name was fitting. He wasn't as loud as the others, but that somehow just made him more intimidating.

At some point he had been backed onto a couch. Did the others not notice they were surrounding him? Perhaps they did. Eyeless smelled a lot like blood. He still wasn't used to that scent.

Then Clockwork came. Her name was also easy to remember, since she had a clock for an eye. It seemed to be working, too. It was 12:48. He wasn't sure if it was day or night, though.

All four of them refused to cease their questioning, asking a new one before he could answer the first. He wasn't prepared for an interrogation.

What's your name? Toby Erin Rogers. Got an alias? Ticci Toby, I guess. What's with the twitching? Tourettes. Are you gonna start shouting swears? Probably not. What's your weapon of choice? Hatchets. You any good? No, I'm still new. How many humans have you killed? One.

The 'one' seemed to really offend them.

Clockwork's eye had nearly reached 1:00 by the time he saw any sign of relief. A fifth person ran up to him, a little girl with a teddy bear. She didn't seem dangerous, but he was sure he didn't either.

She started asking him the strange questions he'd been asked time after time by the others. But before he could respond to any of them, Laughing spoke up.

"Heh heh, there he is! I thought you'd never show up."

He wasn't talking to him.

Instantly everyone's gaze turned away from him, to his delight. At first he could not see the new centre of attention, being surrounded by his interrogator's bodies. Noticing this, Clockwork shuffled out of the way, giving him a better view.

It was a man with a mask.

A mask he'd seen someplace before.

Though the eyes were shrouded, Toby knew their gaze had met. This was the one he searched for. He could sense it.

He hugged his body tighter. Masky shifted his weight, the only sign shown that he was alive. That mask concealed well.

"You must be the new Proxy," he said, his tone revealing nothing. His voice was unremarkable, he could be anyone. They could have met several times before, and Toby doubted he would ever have a clue.

Toby nodded. He noticed that the others became quiet as the masked man spoke, a feat that seemed impossible only moments prior.

"You just get here?" he asked, his voice still level.

Another nod. "Yeah," he said, "I've been here for, um, I think less than an hour." When he strained his ears, he could hear the faint ticking of a clock.

Masky fell quiet. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, or if he was thinking at all. Meanwhile, the others began to shuffle away just a bit, giving the two space.

Were these people, who were so obviously killers, intimidated by this man? If so, then what did that say about his own fate?

Finally, Masky spoke up. "I didn't know the Operator was getting another Proxy." His voice sounded just a bit quieter than before. The other Proxy's started to whisper to each other.

"Oh," was all Toby said in reply. It was all he really could say.

It seemed his new master wasn't much of a conversationalist to anyone.

The room fell back into silence.

"Um," another voice interjected loudly, "You know we're all still here, right?" Jeff announced tactlessly, gesturing to the other four who had been questioning him earlier with his knife. Even their eyes widened at his remark. Except for Eyeless.

Masky's head turned just slightly, looking at Jeff. With his voice just as even as before, he simply said, "Why?"

Jeff's expression, if possible, faltered. "Well, uh..." his thoughts noticeably started to fumble, "Why not?" He failed to cling to the pride he held as he first introduced himself.

Crossing his arms, Masky said "Leave. All of you."

There were a few bitter mutters, but the five figures slowly began to file out of the room. There were a few vulgar words from Jeff, but other than that they all did as they were told. Who was this person?

The two of them were alone.

It didn't take long for Masky to speak up. "The Operator assign you a room yet?" Toby shook his head. "Alright, follow me." He commanded, turning his back and heading down a hallway.

Not wanting to get on this person's bad side, Toby did as he was told and followed silently.

The path he was led down was disorienting. It wasn't unbearably winding and intricate, but every room they went through looked the same. He'd never been inside a castle before, but he doubted most of them looked so dull and dreary. But then again, most castle's didn't belong to supernatural creatures.

He wasn't expecting Masky to speak up.

"Sorry about the others. They're insane." His voice, though still detached, held significantly more emotion than before.

Toby was caught off guard. "It-it's okay." He wasn't sure what to say, especially to this person. "I didn't think there'd be so many Proxy's here?"

Silence. Then, "What?" Masky questioned. Toby wasn't sure what he said wrong, but before he could right himself, Masky said. "Oh. They're not Proxy's. None of them are."

"What?" Toby quoted the other.

Masky opened a door, and the two of them began walking up a narrow, spiralling stairwell. "Yeah, this place, I guess it's sort of a safe haven for monsters. Proxy's live here, but it's also a hotel for psychopaths. With the Operator's permission, they can come and go whenever they need to."

Toby's eyes narrowed, an act unseen past his tinted goggles. "Why?"

To his surprise, Masky shrugged. "I don't know. Not sure how he even puts up with it, to be honest. There's no real benefit."

A nod, though Toby's question remained unanswered. The stairs kept on spiralling, seeming unending.

Their footsteps echoed hollowly throughout the stone structure. "So how many Proxy's are there, then?" he asked curiously.

Masky was quiet. "Two," he said in a low voice.

A slight gasp, muffled by a dark scarf. "You mean it's just us?" It was so hard to believe. Who wouldn't want to serve the Operator? Had his gift been overlooked, or did he only extend his loving tendrils to select few?

Masky fell silent again, and stayed silent for a long time. He did not speak up again until the two reached another door. "Just us," he nearly whispered as he swung the door open.

The room was empty. No, not quite empty. There was a bed, and a nightstand with a lamp, and a dresser. There was a window, though it was covered by thick black drapes.

"This is it?" Toby asked, glancing around the room. Masky nodded, saying nothing.

The two were quiet for a while. "Is there anything else you need from me? Any questions?" he asked tiredly. Toby walked into the room, sitting down on his new bed.

He sighed. "Yeah, um, probably. But right now I, uh, I kinda just wanna be alone. Got a lot to think about. You don't mind, do you?"

Masky shook his head. "I understand," was all he said.

And then he turned around and left, not saying another word.

Toby sighed, lifting the goggles up from his eyes and flopping down on his bed. He gazed up blankly, his mind already somewhere far away from that room and than castle and that world.

Though he knew he wasn't supposed to, he thought about his family.

Jeff the Killer is from the Creepypasta Jeff the Killer

Eyeless Jack is from the Creepypasta Eyeless Jack

Clockwork is from the Creepypasta Clockwork: Your Time Is Up

If you have any problems finding a certain character's original story, feel free to let me know so I can help you find it :)