(Hoodie)

I felt my jaw drop. "(Y/n)," I repeated, processing his answer, "the girl you fell deeply in love with?!?" "Never heard of her," he said again, smiling a bit. "Are you okay Hoods? Sure you're not just imagining things?" Before I could yell at Masky, Slenderman pulled me to the side, whispering in my ear, "I fixed your little problem. I took (y/n) away and erased Masky's memory that she ever existed, so Masky's all yours now." I stared at Slenderman, too shocked to speak. Finally able to muster up words, I shouted, "Why the hell would you do that?!?" I felt all eyes turn to me, making me blush under my hood.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw L.J. walking in, a smug grin on his face. Rushing over to him, I pulled him with me into another room, growling, "What the hell did you do to (y/n)?" "She's in a bit of a maze right now," he answered, smiling more, "and if she doesn't find the exit in two days, I get to kill her!" I stared at him, growling, "You're NOT going to kill her! Masky loves (y/n), and that's how it's gonna stay!" "How could he be in love with someone he never met?," L.J. laughed, sneering at me. I stopped, thinking for a minute. Looks like I was going to have to knock some sense into Masky.

(Masky)

I followed after Hoods, confused. "Hoodie, why are you taking me to the middle of the woods?," I asked. "You don't plan on killing me, do you bud?" He growled under his hood, and I saw his leg swing up in a roundhouse kick, knocking me right in the stomach. Letting out an 'oof', I fell over, surprised. "WHAT THE HELL?!?," I shouted, staring up at Hoodie. He grabbed the collar of my jacket, pulling me to my feet and taking his hood off, staring at me with narrowed eyes.

"Fucking think straight NOW," he yelled, "and tell me what the name (y/n) means to you!" Widening my eyes, I shouted, "I've never heard of her in my life!" Growling louder, Hoodie threw me down to the floor, yelling, "WRONG ANSWER, SUTTON!" "Hoodie what's gotten into you?!?," I screamed, holding my head after it slammed against the ground. A loud static came from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a Slenderman in Richard form covered in red spots. Looking around, everything was covered in red spots. Pulling my hand away from my hand, I saw it covered in a dark red liquid. My head had cracked open from the impact. I stared at my hand, trying to figure out what just happened.

Richard was wrapping his arms around Hoodie to hold him away from me, I think, the purple spots growing and expanding, nearly covering my entire vision. The last thing I saw before everything turned red was Richard reaching towards me, a panicked look on his face.

(Hoodie)

Whatever the hell Slenderman did to Masky, it was clear that knocking sense into him didn't work. And now I stood at the end of the bed he was in, watching as E.J. did his best to stitch up the gash in Masky's head. Every now and then, E.J. gave me a dirty look, as if I was making him waste his time. I kept glaring, shifting my gaze between Slender, E.J., Masky, then back to Slender.

Once E.J. was done stitching, he gave Slenderman a nod, put away all his tools, and walked out of the room, purposely shoving his shoulder into me. As he exited the door, he growled at me, "I'm used to stitching up Jeff and Jane, or even Ben and Dark Link, but I never thought I'd have to stitch you or Masky." I watched him leave, turning to stare at Slenderman once he was gone. He stared back, his blank face showing no real emotions. Looking down and shaking his head, he stood upthe from the chair next to Masky's bed, walking out of the room to leave me and Masky alone.

I sat down in the chair, staring at Masky's unconscious body. E.J. came back in, saying to me, "You'll be lucky if he doesn't go into a comma, Hoodie. That's one hell of a concussion you gave him." I continued staring at Masky, not turning to look at E.J. Pulling up next to me, he said, "So what's going on? What made you do this to him?" Tilting my head so I could see E.J. better, I said, "Do you know who I'm talking about when I say (y/n)?" He nodded, saying, "What about her?" Looking back at Masky, I muttered, "Masky doesn't remember her, and no one else seems to either. Slenderman erased their memories of her." E.J. stared at me, taking in what I said.

"So me you and Slenderman are the only three who remember anything about the girl Masky fell in love with?," E.J. asked. I nodded, saying, "And so does L.J. He's the one that took (y/n) away in the first place." "Then we need to find (y/n) and get her back to Masky." I opened my mouth to answer, but Canadian Necktie ran into the room, looking worried. "I came as soon as I heard about it," she panted, looking at me. "I know where those tunnels lead, I can help you get that girl back. I saw that clown drag her off!"

"Why were you down in those tunnel, Diana?," I asked her, slowly lifting my hood up to see her better. She looked down blushing, saying, "Because I live down there with the rest of the Nightmare League. The well's tunnels to us are like this mansion to you Creepypastas." Standing up and looking down at me, E.J. said, "It's worth a shot. What do we got to lose?" I shrugged, keeping my gaze on Canadia. "So, you sure about this? I'm having a bit of trouble believing you," I mumbled. "You can trust me," she whispered, reaching up to the bow on her neck, "because I trust you."

She slowly pulled the ribbon off, revealing a deep jagged cut on her neck, stitched up but still bleeding. I stared at it, my mouth hanging open a bit. "I tried killing myself a while back, slitting deep into my throat. Then E.J. found me bleeding to death and fixed me up, handing me over to the Nightmare League so no one found out. I owe my life to the Creepypasta more than I do to the Nightmare League," she told me, looking down. "I'll do whatever it takes to get the girl back, because I don't like the way people in the League treat their 'victims'. I don't like being in the League in general, so I'll do whatever it takes to get out."

I nodded, saying, "Let's do it. Let's get (y/n) back!" Standing up, I looked down at Masky, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "We're gonna get (y/n) back, whether you remember her or not."

(Masky)

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the bright light. "Wh-...where am I?," I slowly said, looking around the room I was in. "Wh-where am I, where's (y/n)?" No one else was in the room, so I was talking to myself. I remembered everything Hoodie did before I went unconscious, how angry he was at me for saying the stuff I said. How I didn't remember (y/n). My eyes widen, and I quickly sit up, pain rushing to my head. That's right, my head was cracked open. Hoodie threw me to the ground, trying to get me to remember who (y/n) was.

I lay back down, trying to remember what all happened back at the well. (Y/n) got dragged away! I had to go find her! Sitting up and getting out of bed, I ignored the pain in my head, exiting the room to go find her. Or Hoodie, whichever I found first. I had to get (y/n) back, no matter what happened to me.

(You)

You stare around you, your back pressed against the hedge wall to block off one direction anything could attack you. Pulling Masky's jacket tighter around you, you shiver, the maze getting colder by the second as the light died down. It got cold enough to where you could see your breath, but it didn't stop there. From the time you entered the maze, it had been about seven hours, and since there was no way you were finding the exit, the most you could do was sit and count the minutes down as the two-day mark for your maze time came closer.

Letting out a sigh, you look up at the platform you jumped down from, thinking hard. Would anything be able to get you up there? Slowly standing up to be greeted by the cool air, you walk towards the platform, struggling to climb up onto it. Once you finally get onto the platform, you see a handle on the floor. Confused, you lean down and tug it, seeing the outline of a door on the floor. But it wasn't opening all the way. Sitting down and tugging on it more, you see L.J. in the crack it was creating, holding the door closed.

"You're smarter than I thought, (y/n)," he growled, letting go of it making you fall back, jumping out and pinning you down. "I can't let you go back to him, because you didn't play the entire game." You growl at him, sick and tired of the shit you've been through recently. "I've read your story," you grumble, "And I'll play your game by myself." Lunging at him and taking his knife from him, you stab it through the fleshy part of your arm, feeling the familiar warmth of blood flow from the wound. L.J. stared at you, clearly surprised by your outburst. "I can play this game all day long!," you shout, pulling the knife out and stabbing in a different area time after time after time.