(Hoodie)
(Y/n) finished filling everyone in with what we missed, panting as if she was out of breath. Mist was clutching onto the table, leaning as far away from us Creepypasta as she could. She had a right to be scared of us, it's not like (y/n) bothered to leave out the stuff about us being killers or psychos.

Typical (y/n). What else could I expect from her?

"So," I said loudly, being the first to talk after ten minutes of silence, "what are we going to do about your husband, (y/n)? What's the plan?" (Y/n) blushed a bit, subconsciously tugging on the sleeves of her shirt. Her arms were riddled with the scars from playing L.J.'s "game" in the maze even after such a ling time.

I opened my mouth and took a deep breath, saying softly, "(y/n), let's go talk to Slender. He can help us get your husband away from Zalgo." (Y/n) did leave one thing out of the things she told Mist, and that was the fact that her father was one of the psychotic killers she was talking about. And I could tell she noticed I was avoiding calling him Masky in front of Mist.

I didn't care. A few of the Pastas thought I was jealoud that Masky got to keep (y/n) and (y/n) got to keep Masky, but honestly, I was happy that they both found someone to love.

We all stood up in agreement, Mist lagging behind eith a worried expression as we all went to our cars. Looks like we were headed to Slender Mansion.

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We pulled into the Mansion's front lawn one by one, exiting the cars we rode in and stretching prefusely. The second the final car door slammed shut, Ben rushed out of the mansion with Rosetta, Allix, and Mitchy close behind him. Allix squealed and ran to me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and holding me tightly. I stared at her for a few seconds before shifting my attention to Ben, asking, "How did you get-"

"I'll explain later," he panted, grabbing my hand and tugging me inside. Allix ran behind me, clutching onto my hoodie as if it was her only life source. "Stay out here," I yelled to the group. They all stayed behind as I asked.

Ben dragged me through the mansion until we reached a crowd of Pastas, all of them gathered around the door to Slenderman's bedroom. They were all speaking in hushed whisperes, sounding scared and unsure of what to do.

This wasn't like the Pastas normally were. We usually made people scared, we didn't get scared. I growled a bit, everyone looking at me and stepping aside to let me through. Being one of Slender's top three Proxies had it's perks.

But what I saw knocked all the breath from my lungs, sending me to my knees in agony. In the place where Slender's door normally was, his white and red symbol permanantly stuck dead center of the door, was just a blank wall. The symbol from his door, now permanantly scarred onto the wall.

The group of previously talkative Pastas went silent, shuffling their feet or looking down at the ground. Slender was immortal, this couldnt be possible. If his door was gone, then that means-..... that means he was dead. "Wow," purred a voice behind us, "this many of you guys in one place, and no noise?" I looked over my shoulder, seeing Offenderman looming over us. Trender wasn't too far away, but by the purr in the vouce i knew it was Offenderman who had spoken.

I raised my arm in the direction of Slender's symbol, letting it crash back to my side pathetically. Offender slowly lifted his head to look at the symbol, his grin quickly disappearing. Trender leaned around Offender, staring at the symbol and letting out a gasp. He shook his head wildly, clutching his hands over his eyes and running away from that wall. Offender stood in silence for a few moments, the rose in his suit pocket quickly wilting and whithering into crisp brown petals.

Everyone including me backed away from him as he made his way to the symbol, turning to his human form in the process. His face scrunched up, a scowl forming on his face as he choked out, "No....." He put one shaky hand on the symbol, feeli ng around for a door knob for a few secounds before snarling, "NO!" Offender began frantically slamming his fists into the wall around the symbol, small trails of acidic tears cascading down his cheeks and dropping off of his chin, sizzling on the wooden floor at his feet.

Anyone nearby took another step back to give him room. He continued to punch the wall for several minutes, not doing so much as removing a splinter. His hits got weaker and weaker until he finally slid down the wall in defeat. "Damn it," he whispered, covering his face, "Damn it all. My little brother, gone." He looked around at the group, muttering, "Please tell me this is a joke. Please tell me one of you just painted this on to get me back for something I've done." When no one responded, fresh tears ran down his face. "No, no, no, no, no," he kept repeating, leaning against the wall and curling up in a ball. Again, something Pastas never did was cry, especially Offenderman. He hasn't cried once in his life, even back when he was a human.

I bit my lip, standing up and slowly wandering back outside the door. They all looked at me expectantly, but I simply shook my head and whispered, "His door is gone." Jeff, L.J., and Eyeless immediately understood what I meant, and they looked as shocked, scared, and upset as I felt. Slender really was dead. Who would help us now?

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