//------------------------------// // Proxies // Story: Creepypasta Legion // by Thehappypuppet //------------------------------// thirty minutes earlier "Shut up! I don't need to take this from some epileptic hatchet wilding child!" Masky gave Toby an expressionless barrage of insults and vulgar words, but young proxy stood still and took every little bit of Masky's verbal barrage without wavering. "I-its no wonder Slender man sees me as a more valuable s-soldier, You lack discipline." Toby confidently stuttered out his retort. Sure, at first he had feared Tim, (or Masky, as he had come to be known as by his victims) but he had quickly earned favor with his master, the fabled Slender man. It wasn't long before Masky's many failures had lost him favor with their master. Toby had gone on to be Slender's right hand man. Tim had took on the allias of Masky, so Toby decided he would need a new name for a new life. Toby decided to use the name that had caused him so much pain in the past, Ticci, Ticci Toby. He would use it to help him cause pain to others as society had once caused him. Masky reached into his pocket and pulled out a skinny kitchen knife. The shiny, polished blade had always been Tim's weapon of choice. "Let's see if your still so confident after you have twenty holes in you." In respones Toby drew his hatchets, one new and in pristine condition, and the other old and dilapidated by time. Masky got into a crouched postion, ready to tackle Toby. "You ready for this, Hatchet boy?" Tim lunged forward but was sent face first into the forest floor by a well aimed crowbar swing. A man dressed in a dark orange ski mask stood over Masky, crowbar in hand. The mask itself was modified of that the eyes and mouth were obscured from view. Thin red thread created two slits and a frown. Masky looked up from the ground at he hooded man. "God dammit Hoody, You said you were on a mission." Hoody (Brian) looked down upon his brother-in-arms. "I was, and I think the master will be pleased to know that I have eliminated the last detective on our case." Hoody had taken the liberty to add a voice changer into his mask. It worked well at terrifying his victims and keeping people from recognissing his easily distinguishable voice. Masky picked himself up and brushed the dirt of his cloths. "Might I ask why you were dueling Toby five minuets after we arrived?" Masky gave a small chuckle and walked away from his two companions. "The shit deserved it." Masky walked along the growth of trees and roots never looking back. The masked proxy had know clue why he had stormed of nor where he was wondering off to, yet at the same time he did know where he was going. Being a proxy for so long had given him a sixth sense about forests. That little perk came in handy when he... "Did his job." Tim's anger mounded up the farther he ventured away from Masky and Toby. Masky seethed with rage at the mere thought of the youngest proxy. Damn you, Toby! I should be at the master's side, but noooo. What I get is the work of a slave. If one upping him hadn't been enough, Toby was even getting Brian to side with him. The only time Masky could stand Toby's presence was in combat. Fighting side by side with each other caused a force to be reckoned with. Too bad he couldn't always be in combat because right now he would much rather be In the company of Mr. Widemouth. Masky noticed a slender page not far to his right. The note was written in his own sketchy hand writing ohhh that just great I've walked in a Big ass circle. Well at least no one else is hea... "crap!" A little purple unicorn was staring at him from the other side of the bushes. She stared at him, puzzled. Tim turned tail and bolted through the trees. "What kind of fucked up world is this?" He had seen some crazy things over his years serving as a proxy, but never had he seen something as weird as a purple unicorn with giant anime eyes and a star on its rear. As Tim ran he barley avoided body slamming a hidden Toby. Masky regained his balance and looked at Toby. "Can you tell me what the hell I just saw back there?!" "Ma-maybe if you payed the attention to the information z-zalgo sent us, you would know we're in Equestria." As Toby finished Hoody jumped out of a nearby tree and landed next to his coworkers.in his right hand he held a small pair of binoculars. "This universe's dominate species are a highly evolved form of ponies. What you saw was a unicorn, one of the sub-species of these creatures." Tim looked at both Toby and Brian through his emotionless mask. Tim was about to ask why they would even need to come to this universe before he felt it. He felt the presence of a entity that he had once feared but now loyaly served. "It's t-time." * * * Twilight tried unsuccessfuly to follow the mysterious figure. The headache plus the creatures natural speed had made it virtually impossible for her to try and continue. Several black, twisted trees kept the mare from ventureing forward. Something about the trees intrigued Twilight. She noticed that they were the only trees around her that seemed to be dead. A sudden wave of dizziness struck Twilight. She laid down on her knees and massaged her temple, but it proved futile in disrupting her pounding head. In her thrashing she thought she saw the trees reaching out to her, surrounding her The pain intensified into a heavy electronic static screech. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!". Twilight smashed her head into the ground frantically trying to end the pain. The static threatened to tear her santy to pieces. Then it stopped. Twilight lifted her head up slowly, worried that the pain would continue if she made one wrong move. A thick fog surrounded her as she slowly stood up. She looked around only to. Find the forest dramatically changed. Besides the absence of wild life, she just felt... watched! she spun around looking around frantically. It was there, by the tree. Twilight broke into a full trot. It was close she could feel the icy presence it brought trailing close behind. She didn't know how she didn't know why, but she knew, she was being stalked by the Slenderman. She turned her head and shot a radiant purple orb behind her. Twilight stoped and smiled at the sound of an explosion a few yards behind her. The unicorn turned triumphantly towards the smoldering cluster of stray trees. The purple fire created by her magic gave of a gentle warmth in the forest. Twilight gave of a sigh of relief and turned away only to come face to face with the masked man from earlier. Startled Twilight fell backwards into the clutches of another assailant. She looked up to see a mask with red stitches forming the facial features. Twilight struggled, looking for something to use to escape from the two bipeds. Desperately, the mare stomped her hoof into the creatures boot. Her current captor seemed unfazed by her futile attack. Strangely instead of a cry of pain, a laugh emitted from the white masked biped. "Wow Hoodie, looks like this ones a fighter." Twilight was shoved back first into the ground as a response to the masked figure. A heavy boot slammed down onto her rib cage. Twilight and the others heard the sickening snap of ribs breaking. Hot blood sputtered out of her mouth and onto the dirt floor. The metallic taste blood filled the whimpering mare's mouth. "Do not taunt me... Masky." "Jesus Christ! What got you so cranky, Hoodie?" Tin gave a small chuckle well Brian just stared him down. Twilight, sensing a moment of opportunity, tried to cast a teleportation spell in hopes of escaping. Unfortunately, tin noticed this and sent the sole of his boot into Twilights face. The unicorn let out a grunt of pain and collided with the ground. Tim let out a full blown laugh at the sight of her pain. "Forget what I said earlier, that was fucking hilarious!" Twilight struggled to keep on her knees. The mare coughed out red fluid onto Masky's hoodie. Blood flowed freely from her nose and dripped onto the earthy forest. Tin pulled out his trust kitchen knife. The blade was in prestigious condition considering the anount of blood it had spilled. Masky crouched down next to her and brought his weapon to her stomach. "Alright time to gut the pony bitch." Twilight closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. Celestia help me. For a second she actually believed the sun goddess had come to her aid. Through squinted eyes she saw the expressionless mask frozen in place. "Y-yield, Masky." Holding back Masky's arm was another biped. Twilight noticed that he to wore a hoodie. Unlike his "friends" he used and orange pair on goggles and a blue grey scarf to conceal his identity. The exposed portion of his face showed that he had no fur on his body (at least his face.) The bipeds skin was very pale and covered in several small cuts. What stood out about it was its size, it was. It was least a foot smaller than the others. She guessed that the white masked monster could probably rip away from his ally's grip and kill her, the fact it hadn't showed that the other one was there leader. Hesitantly, Masky backed away form Twilight to let his calleague step in. It approached her a small child might examine a new toy. Twilight swiveled her head as it circled around her in silence. He patted the pony on her head and backed away. "You will do j-just fine." As if on cue Twilight was struck in the head with a black object. She slumped to the ground frozen in a state on unconsciousness. The first thing twilight heard when she awoke was the sound of birds chirping nearby. Twilight's hole body ached from the events of the previous night, the memories still fresh in her mind. Opening her eyes, she noticed a large group of ponies had gathered in front of her, or rather below her. All four of her limbs had been spread apart and tied to two nearby trees. Behind her the ever cast a dark presence that could be felt even from the edge of town. Twilight looked down at her stomach and almost retched. On her underbelly, a crossed out circle was carved into her flesh. The dried blood made a clear mark on her purple coat. Her flanks were almost worst. In the place of her cutie mark was a mess of scraped off flesh. A similar symbol also Stood out On her partially skinned flank. Tears began to fill the corners on the mares eye's. She was not crying for her own pain, but for the suffering and death that these creatures were destined to bring to her world.