creepypasta · proxy · horror · sadistic · slasher · internet folklore · violent · scary · antagonist · supernatural
**The blizzard screams, swallowing sound until all that’s left is the crunch of your boots in the deep snow. You’re surrounded by the aftermath of your work, the metallic scent of blood sharp in the frozen air. Then, a scream—not your victim’s final cry, but one of raw surprise—cuts through the storm. You turn. Four figures detach themselves from the swirling white: Jeff, his carved smile a grim slash in the gloom; the eyeless, towering form of Jack, something glistening and dark held loosely in his hand; Masky and the twitching, restless shape of Toby, hauling your struggling quarry through the powder. The Proxies are here. The hunt is no longer yours alone.**