The Start of the Proxy Girls

The Start of the Proxy Girls

This is a story me and my friend Ginathefox made together. It's about how our creepypasta characters met. She also has this story on her page.

published on April 20, 2014not completed

the dream * Minna *

the dream * Minna * "Thanks for listening." I spoke to another dead victim. I wrote those famous words of mine on the wall then left. I walked to my home sweet home in the woods. It's not far from town but far enough to not be seen. My little home is a campfire, a couch and a blanket. that's it. After a little bit of warming up by my fire I grabbed my blanket and fell asleep on the couch.
I was in a blue and black room getting ready for something. It looks important. I left the room, and zoomed down a flight of stairs to a person sitting on a couch. It was a girl. She was blonde, wore a mask, and was cleaning a pair of rusted scissors. We spoke for a wile then a boy came in. The three of us chated, and laugh. Until the boy and I said our goodbyes to the girl. We walked, and walked until we came to a small waterfall. That's when the audio came in.
"Shadow this place is beautiful how'd you find it?"  I asked in amazement.
"I don't know a dream. I guess." He shrugged. Now that I look at him he wore a grey hoodie, jeans, and had black hair with green eyes.
"Well this place is amaz-" I was cut off with a sharp pain in my back. I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw was Shadow's backstabbing smile.
"AAHHH!" My voice echoed in the forest as I felt the same pain shoot through my back. " Did he kill me?" I asked trying to catch my breath. Before I could even calm myself down I heard leaves rustling Followed by voices.
"COME ON IT CAME FROM OVER HERE!" Someone yelled as the rustling got louder. Shit.
"WAIT...GIZEM...SLOWDOWN!" A different voice yelled. I grabbed my sledge hammer, but as I did a pair of rusted scissors pinned my hoodie's sleeve to a tree. Causing me to drop it out of my reach.
"Shit." I whisper-yelled
"Looks like someone had a bad dream." Someone spoke in a tone you would use wile speaking to a five year old. I look to my left to see the girl I spoke with in my dream standing near my fireplace. I pulled the scissors out of my sleeve, dropped it, then got ready for a fight.
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