A/N: Hey, did you guys know that I write stories? It's true. Turns out I even write Creepypasta fanfiction, which is news to me. I kinda forget what this story is about, but I'm pretty much certain it's about the origin story of Ben Drowned. I hope you remember it better than I do.

When Masky first arrived back at the castle after his long absence, the Operator had given him one entire week before renewing his work as the sole remaining Proxy. It was a decision he did not entirely agree with, but he wouldn't argue. He couldn't.

He'd not expected much to occur throughout the seven days. But yet the events that occurred may have been the strangest he had ever experienced in that castle. Not because they were anything remarkable on their own. Not at all.

But because he had a horrible feeling that they meant something bigger.

Toby, of course, was the most obvious. The introduction of a new Proxy was jarring, but at least understandable. The Operator had gotten used to two separate Proxies fulfilling his wishes. It made sense from his perspective, as well as a strategic one.

Masky didn't exactly like the idea, but at least he understood it.

It was the incident with Smile Dog where things became strange. The creature's strange behaviour was odd. Masky was sure that, if he had interacted with the other residents of the castle, he would have heard others laughing at the dog's expense.

Naturally, his disappearance soon after did not phase him.

He thought not much more when the Rake disappeared. He was a strange creature. Unnatural. Ancient. Perhaps he simply forgot that the comings and goings of the temporary residents were monitored.

Perhaps he was dead.

Either way, nothing new.

And then there were the recurring nightmares that he could hardly call nightmares at all. Masky liked those, though he also hated them. They felt too real to be a simple dream. But maybe that was grief.

He'd written off every sign, every warning. Everything that said that his abnormal life was becoming less normal.

But what happened next could not be ignored. It was louder than any scream, and more prominent than any simple disappearance.

For the first time, Jeff the Killer was quiet.

If Masky could murder any of the castle's residents, it would be Jeff. The teenager was loud, arrogant, and cared little for those with a working heart. He would shout, scream, yell, whatever he could to annoy others. He was asking to be killed, just to prove he was immortal.

Masky wished he could empathize with the killer. He knew he was in no way truly happy, much like himself. He knew he was suffering, or at least he assumed so. But he seemed to be the opposite of everything he stood for.

Masky was an implosion. Jeff was an eruption. It was that simple.

So the day he became quiet, everybody knew.

People asked him questions. Masky asked him questions. He was prodded, he was pressured, his personal space was invaded. Jeff said little, which only said more, which made everyone nervous. For if Jeff was quiet, there must be something horribly, horribly wrong.

Jeff refused to say anything.

Something was wrong with Jeff. He wasn't telling anybody. Everybody knew.

Being the Proxy, Masky tried to pressure him more than either wanted to. He needed to make sure there was no danger. Jeff said nothing more to him than he did everyone else.

But Masky noticed something. Jeff wasn't pretending to smile. He was letting his gashes do all the work. With a careful eye, his frown could be clearly seen.

People because paranoid.

Within hours, rumours spread. The killers conversed in hushed tones, like children spreading rumours. They dug into Jeff's personal life. They said he was getting weak. They said he missed his family. But many had doubts. The killer's attitude change was so sudden.

It should have been a happy day. Masky's last day before returning to his duties was one without listening to Jeff. It was celebration worthy. But instead, there was a hammering in his chest that couldn't be calmed.

Finally, he decided to look for answers somewhere else. He turned to Eyeless, the closest thing Jeff had to a friend. If Jeff had a secret, Eyeless Jack would be the one to know, if nobody else.

But he couldn't find him.

Masky asked questions to the others. As it turned out, nobody could. Slowly, the pieces of the puzzle began to solve themselves as people asked each other questions. Eventually, they didn't need answers from Jeff anymore. His silence spoke more than enough.

Eyeless Jack was gone.

Eyeless Jack was gone, and everybody knew.