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Nobody’s POV
The man with no face sat behind a large, mahogany desk, several papers containing reports of many kinds neatly pushed to the side in order to make room for his long fingers, which were currently folded neatly in front of him, resting quietly in the middle of the desk. He sat motionless - so still, in fact, that he may have been mistaken for nothing more than a shadow, as there were no other noticeable features that would draw any type of attention to himself. His suit was quite classic, his face void of any expression...or any other features, for that matter.
The three men that stood before him, however, knew that he was anything but a shadow. Two stood motionless, faces shrouded by hood and mask. The third, tried as he may, was simply unable to stand as still and sturdy as his comrades, due to a twitch that he couldn’t quite kick. The others tried to ignore it, in fact, they were quite used to it by this point, as they have been working with him for a significant amount of time. However it was difficult to overlook the occasional cracking sound of a bone popping after an unusually violent jerk of his neck - always ticking to the left, for some odd reason.
To the silent observer, it would seem that the four in the room were having some sort of eerie, silent staring contest...however one manages to stare down a man without eyes, that is. If one were to listen hard enough, the faintest sound of static may be heard, but nothing else besides the silence, which creeped across the room from every dark corner and angle. This couldn't be further from the case for the four in the room however, as they were currently having a conversation within their own minds. The conversation, however, tended to be more one-sided then anything else. Orders, or instructions, if you will.
“There are three people of interest that I require you to apprehend. You are to bring them to this place, however they must not be killed. In fact, I would prefer that all three remain unharmed in your attempts to capture them. However, you are free to do what must be done in order to ensure that their capture goes quickly and smoothly. I will provide each of you detailed reports on the three, however it may be best to briefly explain each while you are all here.”
Slenderman took this moment to pause has he slightly tilted his head towards the reports at the top of the pile on his desk, indicating for the three to each take one. Masky and Hoodie collected reports for themselves, briefly remembering what happened the last time they tried to pass an object to Toby, who didn’t always have control over his right arm. Toby scoffed at this and snatched the remaining report off the desk, crinkling some of the papers in the process.
“On the first page, you will see information about a young woman who goes by the name of April Huntington. 22 years of age, a single mother working as a waitress and living with her parents in the small town of Ledgeton. I believe that she will be quite difficult to apprehend and is likely to put up a fight. There are no guns in her house, however she is quite skilled in the martial arts. Be diligent.”
Taking a moment to let the information sink in, Slenderman allowed the three proxies to quickly skim to additional content on the first page of the report before continuing on to the next page.
“Our next person of interest is 19 year old Daniel Garver, a second year computer science student studying at Harcum University. He lives in the university dorm building with a roommate, and is an incredibly intelligent individual. However, when it comes to physical combat, I do not believe that he will cause very much trouble. Lastly,” Slenderman continued, flipping to the final page of the report, “We have (Y/N), (L/N)...”
Slenderman’s explanations dragged on and on and on, unnecessarily, of course. Didn’t he know that they could just read the stupid report and get on with it? Finally, Slenderman seemed to be satisfied with the amount of information that he managed to relay to them and sent them out of his office with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
“So, three people, huh? One for each of us,” Masky piped up upon exiting Slenderman’s office and heading down the hall.
“Guess so,” Hoodie mumbled, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. He never really did seem to have too much to say.
“Whi-iii-which one you wa-want?” Toby stuttered out in between a few violent ticks.
“Doesn’t matter. They’re all the same, aren’t they? Stupid little civilians who think they’re invincible.” Masky snorted out, rolling his eyes behind his mask. Hoodie merely grunted in response, but it was difficult to tell what he meant by it.
“Well, ma-maybe you should take that Daniel k-kid. Since you like things easy, Mu-Masky,” Toby suggested, pushing his orange goggles up his forehead and shooting Masky a sideways glance.
“Shut it, Ticks, I don’t give a damn who I have to go get, as long as I get it done,” Masky shot back, doing his best to keep his voice and temper under control. It was so like Toby to say something obnoxious in order to get a reaction out of him, after all. He couldn’t help but wonder, however, what exactly did Slenderman want with these three? It was quite an unusual action indeed, to keep someone alive.
Your POV
You stood in front of the full-length mirror that you hung on the wall of your bedroom, kicking some empty cardboard boxes out of the way. After all, you have just moved into your tiny apartment just last week, and you couldn’t be expected to have absolutely everything unpacked yet, could you? Of course there would be a couple, or a lot, of boxes still laying around. More like a lot.
However, the amount of work that still had to be done was quickly erased from your thoughts, as you had more important things to worry about. Those things being, the fact that you, yes you, were starting a new job, and it just so happened that your very first day was...today.
Were you nervous? Honestly, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t a little. However, you were mostly excited. You have been dreaming about the day where you would finally be on your own, working, and being financially independent...or, as independent as you could be, considering the student loan debt that crushed down upon you like a weight. A weight that would not expire for the foreseeable future. Oh well, got to start somewhere. Thus, your eyes returned to your own reflection, and you tugged hesitantly at the hem of your skirt that was a part of your brand new business suit - the suit that your parents bought you in celebration of your newly found employment opportunity. It was a suit in the modest color of black. “A good starting suit,” your father had advised. Something about not wanting to seem too confident or cheeky by wearing a gray suit, or something else of that nature. You didn’t want to make a bad impression on your colleagues, supervisor, or especially your boss. So black it was.
Satsified with your appearance, from your hair, to your make up (“Not too crazy, for God’s sake, (Y/N)! Stick with browns and natural colors”). It was fair to say that you were ready. Approaching your door, you pulled on your heels of a moderate height. You never liked wearing shoes inside your house, and always made a point to keep your shoes by your front door. Grabbing your plain, black business bag to complete your look, you unlocked your door, and stepped outside into the hallway, not yet quite ready to brave the icy cold winds that blew off of Lake Ontario.
Yes, that’s right. You had decided to move to the lovely and bustling city of Toronto, Canada. Something about the city life had always attracted you, and you had always enjoyed the city of Toronto itself. In fact, the first time that you visited the city when you were just a child, you decided that someday, you would call this place home. Pulling your coat tightly around yourself, you glanced at the screen of your phone to check the time. Deciding that you still had enough time to grab a coffee before catching your bus that would take you to Lakeside Enterprises, the company that you now worked for as of this morning, you quickly rushed into the nearest coffee shop, eager to get out of the cold that you only just stepped into.
The coffee shop, of course, was packed, considering that it was prime commute time and the shop was located in one of the busier parts of the city. Taking your place in line, you timidly observed the other customers, taking care to keep a firm hold on your bag in order to deter any hands that may try to snatch it away from you. You had always been cautious of things like pick-pockets and burglars. Most of the people surrounding you were people just like you - dressed up in business suits, looking like they had not had as many hours of sleep as they would have liked, and only wanted to get their coffee fix before taking on another day. You were so caught up in observing the people in your immediate surroundings, however, that you failed to notice the quiet individual lurking in the back corner of the shop. In fact, no one seem to notice, so who could really blame you? Shaking his head a little at your lack of observational skills, he reached his hands up and tugged on the edges of the hood of his yellow sweatshirt, almost as if it was an attempt to further cloak his undetectable face.