3rd person PoV

The office was silent as three teenagers waited for the 'Man in Charge' to speak.

They weren't in trouble, or at least they were sure they weren't.

The office was neat and organized. A desk in the middle, three chairs in front of it and a large window behind it. Next to the desk, pushed against the walls, were bookcases filled to the brim with binders, folders, and books. Behind the desk, sat the tall, pale figure, who now stared at the three boys, thinking carefully over how he was going to explain their... assignment. He wore a black suit and a red tie.

Very formal in comparison with the rest of the people who were busy elsewhere in the building.

The three boys, were dressed casually, choosing comfort over looks.

The one on the right had a brown jacket with a blue hood, jeans and sneakers. The one in the middle had a tan jacket, grey pants and combat boots, a video camera in his hand. The last one, the one on the left, had on a yellow hoodie, light blue jeans and black running shoes.

"I have called you three in, because I have a mission of utmost importance for you. You will go undercover and pose as regular teenaged boys in attempt to befriend a girl, who will later become a proxy, if plans work out right. It is an easy assignment, but an important one. I trust that you will not disappoint me." said the faceless being in the minds of the boys. Having no mouth, he communicated telepathically.

"I-if it's so easy, w-why don't you d-do it yours-self? You don't u-usually send us o-on the easy t-tasks." said the stuttering boy on the right, fiddling a bit with his orange goggles.

The boy in the middle elbowed the goggled boy and furiously hissed: "Toby! Don't say that! You know what happened last time-"

"Oh, s-stick it, Timothy" said the boy now known as Toby.

"Grr, That's it!" Tim snarled.

"Masky, Toby, stop bickering. I asked you to go because the girl will expect it if it were me, and will not agree. Let's just say that our previous encounters... got off on the wrong track. I have not enrolled you in her high school, because it would be suspicious if you suddenly disappeared when the mission is complete. Does that offer enough clarity?"

"Yes. T-thank you sir. C'mon you two." said the quiet boy on the left, standing up.

"Your mission papers, Brian."

"Oh, hehe... right..." he said, turning around and taking the papers. He gestured for his partners to follow him.

They stepped silently out of the office, trying to avoid any attention from their overly-curious housemates.

The Mansion they resided in was huge. There were at least a dozen bedrooms, one for each of the residents plus more, each bedroom with their own personal attached bathroom. There was a large kitchen and an even larger dining room next to it.

The kitchen and dining room was on the first floor, directly underneath the long corridors of bedrooms, the stairs leading to them right next to it. Across from the kitchen was the living room, which had a huge flat-screen TV, various gaming consoles, a couple of couches and a bookcase. This was the room the boys avoided a lot, seeing as most of the residents were in the living room, and the boys don't always like attention. Well, except for Toby. 

They knew that as soon as they get called in by Slenderman, they were either in trouble or going on another exciting mission. The three were the only ones who were actually sent on missions, since they are Slender's Proxies.

So, the boys silently retreated to the kitchen for some snacks. Masky and Hoodie settled with cheesecake, while Toby went crazy with waffles, drowning them in syrup and basically making a huge mess. Masky was trying to lecture him about his messiness, and Toby kept poking him. Hoodie, being used to their quarreling, sat quietly and ate his cheesecake.

Sighing when Toby got syrup on Masky's jacket, and Masky started yelling at him, he decided to tune them out with music. He pulled out his earphones and MP3 player and drowned out the noise with songs by Bring Me the Horizon, Imagine Dragons, Icons for Hire etc.

These two are going to murder each other one day, he thought.

Not that he'd be surprised, the whole Mansion consisted of murderous psychopaths. Him included.

One of the residents, named Sally, an eight year old girl who wears a bloody pink dress and carries around her teddy bear, Charlie, came skipping into the kitchen. Her big green eyes landed on Hoodie, who had finished his cheesecake but didn't want to stand up and go away. Her brown curls were tangled and bounced a bit as she skipped over next to Hoodie.

Hoodie, who still had his earphones on, didn't even notice until she pulled on his sleeve.

He looked at the little girl and smiled, turning his music off.

"Yes, Sally?"

"Will you come play with me? LJ is out killing and I'm so bored!" she whined. Hoodie chuckled and turned towards her.

"Sure. Anything to get away from these two fighting all the time"

Sally giggled and cheered, then pulled on his sleeve, leading him to her bedroom.

They bounded up the steps and entered her room.

"So, what did you want to play?" Hoodie asked.

"Hmmm... I don't know. You just looked kinda sad when you sat there by yourself, so I wanted to cheer you up!" she giggled. Hoodie smiled at her silliness.

"Sally, I always look sad. My mask has a frown on it." he said, gesturing to the ski-mask that covered his face, which had two red eyes and a frown stitched on the black fabric.

"Yeah, but you looked sad without your mask, dummy!" she said.

"Alright, Sally. Say, let's go see if we can get Jason to make you a new toy, eh?" he said

Her face lightened up and a huge smile played on her face.

"Oh! Yes! Let's go find Jason the Toymaker! Ooh! How do you think it would look? Maybe he can make one that looks like me!" she started giggling and chatting excitedly, while Hoodie looked down the corridor for the blue door that marked Jason's workshop.

Soon, they found the door and Hoodie knocked on it, not wanting to barge in on... whatever Jason might've been doing. (No, you nasty minded people, not like that! Okay, maybe a little... Pfft, whatever XP)

Jason opened the door almost immediately, his golden eyes slightly glowing and a soft smile playing at his lips. He was a few inches taller than Hoodie, but that didn't matter much.

"Can I help you?" he asked

"Can you-"

"Jason! Jason! Can you make me a new toy? Pwease?" Sally chirped. Jason chuckled at the small girl and bent down to her length.

"Sure, come on in, sweetheart, I'm sure our pal Hoodie here has lots of things to do." he said and picked her up.

"Thanks, Jace. I'll see ya later." Hoodie said and turned around.

Despite the fact that they were all psychotic killers, they still cared for each other.

They were a family.

Hoodie smiled at the thought, thinking of how this is his only real family, since he can't remember his actual one. Most of them can't.

Yet again, most of their families were the reason they became killers.

Hoodie started thinking back to the time he became a Creepypasta. He and Masky came together, and believe it or not, they were actors at first, busy with a college film-project with their friend Alex, who later tried to kill them. They were all being pursued by Slender, being stalked by him, and it made them paranoid and drove them to insanity.

Hoodie shuddered, remembering the time Alex kidnapped and shot him.

No, he thought. Alex is dead. He can't bother me any longer.

But that didn't make it any less terrifying.

Soon, he found himself back in the kitchen, with Toby and Masky both covered in syrup, glowering at ach other from across the table.

Hoodie sighed. "Ugh... what am I going to do with you two? You know what, just get ready. The sooner we finish the mission, the better, right?" he said. The other two looked at him, then nodded.

Let the Fun begin, then.