The path of a Proxy

Chapter Two

He continued to walk caustically, as he had been for the time he was in there. He had been armed with his handgun, but he still felt like prey, prey that a predator was yet to hunt. The faceless man explained to him that the other 'Proxy Recruits' had been dispersed around the dark forest, and that he was sure to run into at least one of them. However, that was the last thing he wanted.

Tim was one of the several younger adults who were deemed to be 'Proxy Worthy' by the Slenderman. Though he hadn't yet seen any of them, he knew that they all had at least one thing in common, the fact that they were all freaks.

The sideburned man let out a muffled sigh as he found that his mask was starting to restrict his breathing, shifting it over to the side of his head as a result. He took a deep breath as he felt himself finally being able to breath properly, rather than it being restricted by the white plastic mask. However, his break was soon interrupted...

"Hey!! Hey you!! Yeah!! I'm talking to you!!" A loud voice boomed out.

Tim's eyes widened in shock, quickly moving his mask back into place as he looked behind him, feeling his knees tremble from the sight. In the distance he saw a tall, bulkier build man, wearing a horrific clown mask. It was a faded green, it had sinister, narrowed black eyes and a red wide smile, a red clown nose as well. The mans mask had scattered cracks all over it, along with faded bloodstains. The mans longer messy, wavier dark brown hair just touched his shoulders, coming onto the mask a little as well.

"What-- Who the hell are you?..." Tim managed to stammer out as he started to step back, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

The man let out a muffled chuckle, taking a few steps forward as he brought a wooden pole with a blade attached to it in Tim's view. Wright ripped his gun out from his pocket, holding it out in front of him, aiming it right at the clown masked man. The taller man just let out a chuckle, starting to charge at him as the blade of his weapon dragged on the grass. This was what made Tim snap, without warning he pulled the trigger of his handgun, firing a bullet that was aimed at the running clown-masked man. The sideburned man turned around and starting to run away as soon as the bullet was fired, not seeing if it had hit the man.

   Tim panted as he continued to run with all his might away from the other, shaken from what he had witnessed. Thoughts and questions flooded his mind of who that could've been, figuring that he must've been one of the other proxy worthy freaks. However, his thoughts had soon been interrupted as he felt his foot hit a large root from a tree that had stuck out from the ground. He fell forward to the ground with a loud thud, dropping his gun in the process. He felt as if he was in some cliche horror movie, where the victim had been running away from their chaser and fell just for a shock factor from the audience. However, in his head he was no victim, he wasn't going to let any of the other sick freaks overrule him.

He lifted his masked face from the ground, reaching out to grab his handgun again, before he let out a hiss in pain as his wrist was stepped on. The clown-masked man stared down at Tim, his head tilted ever so slightly, putting more of his weight on his wrist.

"And where do you think you're going? Huh? Heh...You know, you really need to work on your aim..."

Tim let a low growl as he felt the man putting more of his weight onto his wrist, struggling to slip it out.

"What the fuck do you want?..." Tim groaned out behind grit teeth, peering up at the man. Now he could make out the blue and red letterman jacket the man had been wearing, along with the large number twenty-five on his shirt, making him look like some sick, football clown killer. A slightly odd combination.

The man let out a mocking chuckle, staring down at him with a crooked smile beneath his horrific mask.

"Is your mask supposed to be scary or something? It looks pathetic..."

Tim groaned yet again as he clenched his hand into a fist, continuing his attempts in pulling it out beneath the mans cleated football shoes.

"Oh, heh, whoops! Sorry, I didn't realize your hand was there, bro..." The man stated mockingly, taking his foot off his wrist.

He let out a sigh, and pushed himself off the ground, reaching for his handgun before the football player stepped on it.

"Tsk tsk...Not so fast, there's no way in hell I'm gonna give you that back."

"What do you want?..."

The football clown played around with the rather large 'saw' that he held, swinging it around before placing it on his shoulders.

"Your name, real and proxy name. Oh, and I'd like to see your face without that, heh, pathetic mask."

The sideburned man rolled his eyes in annoyance, there was no way he was giving this freak his name. As a result he stayed silent, getting up to his feet while brushing the dirt off of his beige jacket.

"Seriously? Oh great, you're the silent type then? Well, I guess I'll start first..." The other man stated, shifting his mask around before he pulled it off and held it in his hand. Tim looked up at the now unmasked man, staring at his face in utter shock. His slightly tanned skin was covered in many raised scars, having a bit of facial hair on his chin. He cringed beneath his mask at the sight, not wanted to imagine how he could've gotten each one. The scarred man smiled crookedly, tilting his head a little as he looked down at Tim with his light brown eyes.
"The names Keiffer, Keiffer Raymound. But the name 'no face' gave me is  'Hoaxton', which I, heh, prefer a lot more. Hmm, and you are?..." Keiffer asked in a slight mocking tone.

  Tim sighed, now being the one to pull his mask off, and hold it in hand.

"I'm Tim Wright, and well, my given name was...'Masky'..." He replied, almost embarrassed by how 'Masky' sounded compared to 'Hoaxton'.

Hoaxton let out a slight snort, clearly trying not to laugh as he scanned Tim.

"Wait-- Masky? Pfftt, that's one of the most pathetic name I've yet to hear." He stated before clearing his throat, trying not to show that he was close to laughing. "So umm, are you sure you're in the right place? You look a little too average, Wright..."

  Tim groaned and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes as he peered at Keiffer with a hateful glare.

"Oh really? And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what it sounds like, you look way to normal to be chosen for this. Well, I guess what's on the inside is what will matter, but still." Hoaxton stated causally with a shrug before he put his mask back on, bending down to pick up the handgun. "Anyways, it was nice talking to you pal, I guess I'll see you next week? Yeah, I'll see you then, if you end up lasting of course..." He added in as he handed Tim his handgun.

He took his handgun back and placed it back in his pocket, staring at his in confusion.

"What? If I end up lasting?..."

"Uhh yes? Listen, I doubt you'll be able to survive in these conditions, let alone be one of the last ones standing at the end of it all. Three people have already died from starvation, or well, from the others killing them off...We don't need weaklings anyway." Hoaxton said with a slight ominous tone in his voice, turning around to walk away. "You see Wright, I told the exact same thing to another guy...Ah shit, what was his given name again, it was something really pathetic like yours...Was it Hoodie? Yeah, his name was Hoodie, his real name was Brian, or something average like that. Who knows, maybe you'll end up running into him." He added in, walking away in the process.

Tim stopped and took a minute to think, and reflect as well. Though his memory had best completely erased, the name 'Brian' had sounded all too familiar...