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Snapping his eyes open, the now terrified male darted into an upright position. Startled by the unexpected change in scenery, he stood in hopes of finding a means of figuring out where he was. To his last memory, he had been in the home of a group of cowboys. Or, at least he had come to the conclusion that that was what those people were. The blonde guy had definitely pegged him as the cattle wrangling type. Not that he really should have been thinking about those people, when it came down to such things. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but even he knew how important it was for him to figure out where he was.

First glance was more than enough to let him know that he was standing in the middle of a poorly lit cavern of sorts. There were small holes somewhere high above him, which allowed just enough light into the area for him to see. So, in some more blunt terms, it wasn’t pitch black in the cave. Alright, so, he knew for sure that he was in a cavern. Or was it a cave? Was there honestly a difference? In the end, it didn’t really matter. He was in a giant hole in the side of something, and all around him were stone spikes and lose bits of rock and dust. There was little need for him to know much else aside from that when it came to describing his location.

What did need to know - what he needed to figure out - was how he had gotten there in the first place. That, however, was something that he seemed incapable of determining. Partially because he literally had no memory of anything between his going to bed, and him waking up in this strange place. And, partially because something came along to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to focus on much aside from their presence. Two, three, eight. He had no possible means of counting, or even keeping track of, the number of beasts that abruptly appeared to swarm around him. Multiple sets of eyes locked upon his now rigid frame, and boy, could he feel them.

Now well aware of the danger that he was likely in, the twitching male began to creep to the side. He didn’t exactly know which way the exit was, but, he was sure of one thing. He would be a sitting duck if he just stood there and waited for these, things, to make their move. Not exactly caring where he might wind up, as long as he could avoid being turned into monster chow, the proxy proceeded to dart down one of the various paths that were lain throughout the cavern. Needless to say, a chorus of high pitched shrieks began to echo all around him as the unusual creatures started after him.

The flutter of multiple sets of wings seemed to scream at him from every which direction. Whatever these things were, they were big. At first glance, he had mistaken them for giant bats - only to correct himself after a few seconds. He didn’t know of any bat species that grew to be as long as humans. He also knew that bats didn’t sport long, unusual tails. Those were the most obvious of the oddities that had jumped out at him, not that it mattered. Whatever they were, they were big, they were fast - and they were clearly out to get him. Such became all the more obvious when one of these creatures succeeded in catching up with him.

A surprisingly strong blow dealt by a passing wing was all that it took to knock him over, and then, there was simply no saving him. Before he could even hope to figure out how he was to react, the twitching proxy found himself pinned to the stone covered ground by a pair of surprisingly heavy bodies. Or, maybe they only seemed heavy because he was tired and couldn’t exactly move that well while they were settled on top of him. Most of what happened just after he was pinned were little more than a blur to him. Lack of the ability to feel pain proved to be more than enough to see to it that he was blissfully unaware of any damage that was done to his body.

His only indicator of having been hurt, would be the blood that he eventually came to spot on the beasts lips. It was in the midst of this that Toby came to the conclusion as to what these creatures were. They definitely weren’t bats, that much he was sure of. They weren’t anything like the other animals that he had encountered in the past. As such, it was inevitable that a simple name would manage to creep into his mind. Dragons. These things, as far as he was concerned, were dragons. Unable to escape, but still completely terrified, the male was unable to do anything aside from lie still as the beasts tore at him. The sound of his clothing being reduced to little more than thread proved to be more than enough to coax tears into his eyes.

Death was not a concept that appealed to him. So the idea of dying in such a way was more than enough to reduce him to little more than a sobbing pile of bloody flesh. Despite being completely incapable of feeling any pain, he still knew fear. It was that fear that seemed to make him hyper-aware of the situation, which proved to be his means of catching any information that he might have overlooked otherwise. So, when the beasts suddenly stopped attacking him, he knew - although that would have been one of the more obvious truths. It was his other sense that made him figure out exactly why they had stopped. Something else - something that they feared - had made them halt out of instinct.

Curiosity was enough to make him overlook his terror, and as such, he shakily raised his head so as to take in his surroundings. There were five red dragons standing near him, one of them being directly on top of him. A folded wing acted as the means of keeping him pinned. He could see the blood that had been smeared all over their snouts - proof of how viciously they had been attacking him. To his minor relief, he found that not one set of eyes were settled upon his frame. The small comfort provided by this notion was easily overpowered by the dread that flooded his system when he shifted his eyes so as to follow the varied gazes of these beasts. There was another one of them standing only a few feet away.

This one was bigger, and colored differently. The skin that had been woven between the joints of its wings was dark in color, seeming to be dark purple where it had been stretched the thinnest. Its body was pale white, resembling moonlight - to the point that its frame seemed to glow when exposed to genuine light. A crescent shaped mark was present on its forehead, making it resemble some sort of ficticious moon diety. To his dismay, its eyes were locked upon his frame. What was probably worse, when it finally took that starting step forwards, the smaller dragons rushed away from it. Unable to move thanks to the damage caused to his body - either blood loss or broken bones - all he could do was hope that this beast would finish him off quickly.

He was left paralyzed as it lowered its head so that its face was level with his. He was able to see the faint twitching of its nostrils as it sniffed at him. He half expected to be attacked right then and there. He was unable to keep from picturing this massive, bat-like dragon charging at him and ripping off his face with its jagged teeth. This never happened though, and not because it held an apparent sense of mercy. An overpowering sense of deja vu snatched him as he suddenly found himself lying in the middle of Slenderman’s mansion, surrounded by the various beings that had acted as his housemates for what felt like an eternity now. Chaos broke out in a matter of seconds as the dragon began to panic.

Given how startled he was by the abrupt change in location, it came as no surprise that the dragon would freak out upon finding itself in such an unknown area. He wasn’t exactly sure of what happened from there, due to the amount of movement that his tired body was forced to try and sort through. The dragon began to charge around like a chicken that had lost its head, and he was pretty sure that everyone else in the room has shouted. He could recall the distinct echo of Mahigun’s angry snarls, as well as the ever annoying yelling of Jeff. It wasn’t until the dragon suddenly fell limp on the floor, that he was able to figure out what had happened. The beast, having been so badly startled, had began to fly around in search of a means of escape.

His housemates had leapt into action in hopes of capturing the distressed creature, only to wind up being slashed by the wildly fluttering wings of the dragon. Eventually, a demon - whom he had only just noticed - took action and subdued the creature. What was done, he had no idea, but whatever it was, it had worked. It was then that the creature was dragged off to be locked in a room - or a cage - while Eyeless and Masky proceeded to help him back onto his feet. He had no idea what had happened, or why, but he was sure of one thing. This unusual, white haired demon, was sure to be the one that held all of the answers.

Description
Snapping his eyes open, the now terrified male darted into an upright position. Startled by the unexpected change in scenery, he stood in hopes of finding a means of figuring out where he was. To his last memory, he had been in the home of a group of cowboys. Or, at least he had come to the conclusion that that was what those people were. The blonde guy had definitely pegged him as the cattle wrangling type. Not that he really should have been thinking about those people, when it came down to such things. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but even he knew how important it was for him to figure out where he was.

First glance was more than enough to let him know that he was standing in the middle of a poorly lit cavern of sorts. There were small holes somewhere high above him, which allowed just enough light into the area for him to see. So, in some more blunt terms, it wasn’t pitch black in the cave. Alright, so, he knew for sure that he was in a cavern. Or was it a cave? Was there honestly a difference? In the end, it didn’t really matter. He was in a giant hole in the side of something, and all around him were stone spikes and lose bits of rock and dust. There was little need for him to know much else aside from that when it came to describing his location.

What did need to know - what he needed to figure out - was how he had gotten there in the first place. That, however, was something that he seemed incapable of determining. Partially because he literally had no memory of anything between his going to bed, and him waking up in this strange place. And, partially because something came along to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to focus on much aside from their presence. Two, three, eight. He had no possible means of counting, or even keeping track of, the number of beasts that abruptly appeared to swarm around him. Multiple sets of eyes locked upon his now rigid frame, and boy, could he feel them.

Now well aware of the danger that he was likely in, the twitching male began to creep to the side. He didn’t exactly know which way the exit was, but, he was sure of one thing. He would be a sitting duck if he just stood there and waited for these, things, to make their move. Not exactly caring where he might wind up, as long as he could avoid being turned into monster chow, the proxy proceeded to dart down one of the various paths that were lain throughout the cavern. Needless to say, a chorus of high pitched shrieks began to echo all around him as the unusual creatures started after him.

The flutter of multiple sets of wings seemed to scream at him from every which direction. Whatever these things were, they were big. At first glance, he had mistaken them for giant bats - only to correct himself after a few seconds. He didn’t know of any bat species that grew to be as long as humans. He also knew that bats didn’t sport long, unusual tails. Those were the most obvious of the oddities that had jumped out at him, not that it mattered. Whatever they were, they were big, they were fast - and they were clearly out to get him. Such became all the more obvious when one of these creatures succeeded in catching up with him.

A surprisingly strong blow dealt by a passing wing was all that it took to knock him over, and then, there was simply no saving him. Before he could even hope to figure out how he was to react, the twitching proxy found himself pinned to the stone covered ground by a pair of surprisingly heavy bodies. Or, maybe they only seemed heavy because he was tired and couldn’t exactly move that well while they were settled on top of him. Most of what happened just after he was pinned were little more than a blur to him. Lack of the ability to feel pain proved to be more than enough to see to it that he was blissfully unaware of any damage that was done to his body.

His only indicator of having been hurt, would be the blood that he eventually came to spot on the beasts lips. It was in the midst of this that Toby came to the conclusion as to what these creatures were. They definitely weren’t bats, that much he was sure of. They weren’t anything like the other animals that he had encountered in the past. As such, it was inevitable that a simple name would manage to creep into his mind. Dragons. These things, as far as he was concerned, were dragons. Unable to escape, but still completely terrified, the male was unable to do anything aside from lie still as the beasts tore at him. The sound of his clothing being reduced to little more than thread proved to be more than enough to coax tears into his eyes.

Death was not a concept that appealed to him. So the idea of dying in such a way was more than enough to reduce him to little more than a sobbing pile of bloody flesh. Despite being completely incapable of feeling any pain, he still knew fear. It was that fear that seemed to make him hyper-aware of the situation, which proved to be his means of catching any information that he might have overlooked otherwise. So, when the beasts suddenly stopped attacking him, he knew - although that would have been one of the more obvious truths. It was his other sense that made him figure out exactly why they had stopped. Something else - something that they feared - had made them halt out of instinct.

Curiosity was enough to make him overlook his terror, and as such, he shakily raised his head so as to take in his surroundings. There were five red dragons standing near him, one of them being directly on top of him. A folded wing acted as the means of keeping him pinned. He could see the blood that had been smeared all over their snouts - proof of how viciously they had been attacking him. To his minor relief, he found that not one set of eyes were settled upon his frame. The small comfort provided by this notion was easily overpowered by the dread that flooded his system when he shifted his eyes so as to follow the varied gazes of these beasts. There was another one of them standing only a few feet away.

This one was bigger, and colored differently. The skin that had been woven between the joints of its wings was dark in color, seeming to be dark purple where it had been stretched the thinnest. Its body was pale white, resembling moonlight - to the point that its frame seemed to glow when exposed to genuine light. A crescent shaped mark was present on its forehead, making it resemble some sort of ficticious moon diety. To his dismay, its eyes were locked upon his frame. What was probably worse, when it finally took that starting step forwards, the smaller dragons rushed away from it. Unable to move thanks to the damage caused to his body - either blood loss or broken bones - all he could do was hope that this beast would finish him off quickly.

He was left paralyzed as it lowered its head so that its face was level with his. He was able to see the faint twitching of its nostrils as it sniffed at him. He half expected to be attacked right then and there. He was unable to keep from picturing this massive, bat-like dragon charging at him and ripping off his face with its jagged teeth. This never happened though, and not because it held an apparent sense of mercy. An overpowering sense of deja vu snatched him as he suddenly found himself lying in the middle of Slenderman’s mansion, surrounded by the various beings that had acted as his housemates for what felt like an eternity now. Chaos broke out in a matter of seconds as the dragon began to panic.

Given how startled he was by the abrupt change in location, it came as no surprise that the dragon would freak out upon finding itself in such an unknown area. He wasn’t exactly sure of what happened from there, due to the amount of movement that his tired body was forced to try and sort through. The dragon began to charge around like a chicken that had lost its head, and he was pretty sure that everyone else in the room has shouted. He could recall the distinct echo of Mahigun’s angry snarls, as well as the ever annoying yelling of Jeff. It wasn’t until the dragon suddenly fell limp on the floor, that he was able to figure out what had happened. The beast, having been so badly startled, had began to fly around in search of a means of escape.

His housemates had leapt into action in hopes of capturing the distressed creature, only to wind up being slashed by the wildly fluttering wings of the dragon. Eventually, a demon - whom he had only just noticed - took action and subdued the creature. What was done, he had no idea, but whatever it was, it had worked. It was then that the creature was dragged off to be locked in a room - or a cage - while Eyeless and Masky proceeded to help him back onto his feet. He had no idea what had happened, or why, but he was sure of one thing. This unusual, white haired demon, was sure to be the one that held all of the answers.