*||* CHPTR 5 *||*

THE GHOST'S THAT HAUNT ME, ARE THE ONE'S OF THE PAST

"What d-do you m-mm-ean we can't interroga-ate her?" a voice asked furiously.

"I mean, we can't do anything aggressively towards her, not until she's fully healed"

"We don't kn-n-o-ow how long that'll take!"

"Toby does have a point... we don't know long it'll be before we can get any information from her. We need to know what's going on"

Hessy's eyes remained closed. The sounds of the world, barely penetrating through her ears. She swallowed harshly and could feel a presence linger in front of her. Something rough came down onto her face and gently tilted her head sideways.

"You won't have to wait too long, her heads already sealed. Though you'll have to wait until the new moon passes"

"Why on earth would we have to wait after that?" a female voice asked, Hessy felt something at her legs. A tightening of a cloth maybe. She twitched as a strong smell invaded her nostrils. Her head leaning back, a hand gently gripped onto her skull and kept her in place.

"A werewolf's ability to heal or really use any of their powers halts when the new moon arrives. After it passes, you'll want to interrogate her before the full moon, unless you're okay with dealing with a crazed wolf"

"Right..." a monotone, deadpan voice answered. She felt her head begin to sting, but she was left alone after that.

Hessy opened her eyes, her pools meeting with a concrete wall. She furrowed her brows, her eyes barely staying open. She coughed and slowly rose up, her head looking around the room. Then her eyes landed on them.

The masks, she growled lowly and her eyes scattered across the room in fear. Okay, how in Aria's name was she going to get out of this!? She felt something sting the back of her head as her head turned quickly, she hisses and gingerly touched the area.

What did they do to her?

"I wouldn't do anything stupid if I were you, you've got some quite serious injuries" a man she didn't recognise spoke up. His blue mask stared through her eyes and deep down into her soul. She gulped and if she could turn invisible, she never wished to apply herself to the wall more.

"There was a moment there where we thought we lost you-" the man in the white mask began to say until he was interrupted and shoved out of the way by a twitching brunette. The orange goggles all too familiar.

"P-Pretty lucky we did-d-n't just thr-row out ya body!"

Hessy remembered what they meant. It flashed across her mind like the lightning strike on a spruce tree. The way her body hung lifelessly off the male's arms as he walked. Blood slowly falling down her body, leaving her skin and falling to the floor. How her eyes would roll back, and her eye lids barely stayed open.

Masky walked in, his eyes lingering on the body of the female in his arms. Her head rolled to the side; he was surprised she managed to stay awake this long. He still felt strange about the whole ordeal. A chick who could turn into a wolf. What was this, fucking Twilight?

He grumbled as Kate opened the door to the basement. He walked down the steps slowly, being sure not to tumble down and break his neck. They didn't need more injuries; it'd just agitate him further. And he didn't need a certain psychotic side of his to take hold.

Sure, he had a short fuse. But he was usually a calm and... understanding. Individual. He could smooth talk and enjoyed a good laugh. But with the work he did, stress built up and the anger became almost a constant mood.

He placed the girl on an old couch, tattered and torn. Covered in old splotches of blood and stains from who knows what. She whimpered softly, her breathing quickened. Masky patted her head looking up at the sound of footsteps. Hoodie and Jack descending the stairs.

"Why are you lot down here?"

"Well, we managed to grab one" Masky responded, crouching down. "Keep your eyes open sunshine. Wouldn't want to lose the only bit of info we got right at this moment"

She huffed and a small smirk came over his lips. He looked up and watched Jack approach. Turning the corner of the couch. He examined her body; her leg was healing still. The bleeding ceasing, for the moment at least.

Her head also slowly scarring over. He narrowed his eye holes.

"What happened to her"

"Caught in some weird bear trap" Masky responded, stepping out of the way. Watching Jack carefully. He nodded.

"Head injury is from the same incident?"

"N-No, tha-at was me!" Toby chirped, swing his hatchet around sat in the corner. Jack looked up, breathing out softly. A bare sigh escaping his lips.

"Right."

Hessy could feel herself slowly giving out, she was going to close her eyes for a moment. Then she'd wake up and be back home. With her family and friends. They'd still all be in the Packlands. Running like wild deer.

Hessy's eyes narrowed and suppressed the growl wanting to rise in her throat. Memories slowly flooding into her skull, she didn't know what to say or do. Until her head was gripped harshly by the goggled man and her face was brought right up to his.

"Why d-don't ya sa-ay some of the wie-erd shi-it you were saying on o-our wa-ay over here!"

"?tuoba no gniog uoy era eman doog s'airA ni tahW"

"See! I told ya she sp-spoke funny!"

"?!ynnuf gniyas m'I tahw si woH"

"Toby don't aggravate her" the male in the yellow hoodie spoke. He shook his head as he watched the twitching male back away with a roll of his eyes. Toby crossed his arms, watching the girl. Hessy's amber hues were a strained colour, like her breathing. What should've been collected, was a forced restraint to keep herself from hyperventilating. She'd fight if needed, of course, but she's a scout. She's meant to pinpoint an enemy's location and use it for the pack's greater good.

She's not a fighter, never was. Just knew the basics on how to stay alive if prey decided it wanted to whip around and go down fighting. Or if an enemy jumped her whilst she was on patrol.

"?em morf tnaw uoy od tahW"

"..." Hoodie remained quiet watching her, he turned to Jack. "Do you have any idea what she's saying?"

"She's speaking Mythian. An ancient language used by some Mythical. Most don't fully know how to understand it. It's written down and spoken differently. It's easier to understand if you see it on paper than from word of mouth. I know a bit, but I'm really rusty. I can decipher a few words here and there. So, from what I can tell..." Jack paused, running his hand over his chin. He and the werewolf made eye contact, her eyes lighting up at the fact he might understand her.

"Well!" Kate asked in anticipation, she turned to the werewolf and watched the female's amber eyes light up, a flickering glow of excitement or at least a chance of this situation becoming easier.

"Well... I don't know," Jack answered finally. Kate's face morphed into a deadpanned unhumoured expression and Toby chuckled. The werewolf's face dropped, and she furrowed her brows. Grumbling under her breath.

"C'mon d-doll gotta sp-speak English!"

"Toby, shouting at her to speak English isn't gonna make her start spouting Shakespeare!" Masky replied. Toby's eyes turned to his, a devilish smirk cross into his eyes.

"Speeeaa-aak. En-ngliii-ssssh," Toby spoke slowly, his ticks and twitches interrupting him as he dragged out the letters. Masky rolled his eyes.

"Dear God"

"You said she spoke English on your way over?"

"Sort of" Masky said. Hoodie raised a brow.

"What do you mean, sort of?"

"I... said... don't... speak... English, well" she mumbled. Hoodie raised his head.

"So, you are bilingual?"

"Not, well" she responded.

"See, told ya she spoke English!"

"Not. Well!" she said again, Toby slung an arm around her, and she flexed backward. Completely thrown off guard by the erratic behaviour.

"Toby, leave her be" Masky grunted, crossing his arms. Toby ignored him and leant further on the girl. Hessy, biting her tongue as his weight shifted onto her bad leg.

"I wouldn't get too comfy around her Toby; she may be injured but if she were to shift, she may as well bite your arm off"

Toby raised a brow. "She w-wouldn't do-o thaaa-at"

"thgim I"

"Huh?"

"..." Hessy remained quiet.

"Obviously she understands us" Hoodie commented. Hessy nodded. Jack sighed.

"Well, it might be best to try and ask yes or no questions" Jack said, Toby's face fell and turned to him.

"N-No, really?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Just saying ideas"

"But still, it doesn't make sense as to why there's suddenly in influx of werewolves running around" Kate mumbled. "And why we found all those people massacred in the clearing-"

"TRAPPERS!" the girl suddenly screamed. Pointing her finger at Kate who took a step back from the outburst. Toby flinched and his arm left her shoulders. The girl raised a brow at the confused faces. "Whaaat...?"

"What the hell are "TRAPPERS"?" Masky asked, matching the girl's tone. She flinches and shakes her head.

"Trappers" she says again.

"You were talking about those before we left" Hoodie said, his head turning to Jack. The eyeless demon nodded his head.

"Mm. The Trappers are merciless individuals who show no mercy for our kind. They torture, enslave and kill anyone thought to have Mythical blood. Though I'm surprised they struck within Slender's forest. Normally they wouldn't dare enter through the trees into a powerful demon's domain... though, then again. They were supposed to have hunted the werewolves out long ago" Jack mumbled, looking up at the amber haired girl. She looked down; something clouded her mind.

"I guess we'll have to work with translation then" Masky mumbled.

"Well, at least she can understand us" Hoodie sighed, "You said there was another one with her?"

"Hm? Yeah, they got away though"

"Well it might be worth our while to try and find them. We might run into that other group whilst we're out"

The girl raised a brow and looked amongst them. No... no!

'Guys, I don't know if you can hear me, but... be careful whilst your out there. These men aren't the Trappers, but they aren't Mundane. You have to be careful!'

Hessy only prayed that the pack would hear her message. She watched as they ascended the stairs, the white masked man stopping and turning to look back at her. She watched him with a frown and the door closed on her face.

And she was left alone, the only amount of light from a single light bulb. Even that was barely lit. She huffed, crossing her arms.

*||* it's all bark and no bite *||*

Phayia hissed as her bad leg collided with the floor, the skin slowly sealing. She bit her tongue as she screamed in her throat. Borneo smile awkwardly as he stood next to her. Phayia's spruce eyes were venomous. She turned and glared daggers at the man. He whistled innocently.

"Don't be a surly mutt!" she growled out, Borneo kicking the ground.

"Yikes..."

"Well, now I can tell all the girls in the pack not to mate with you Borneo. You'll just drop them and stand there like a gullible pike!"

"Ouch your highness. That hurt"

"You know what also hurts?"

"Don't bite the bait," Daswin whispered, Borneo looked down nervously.

"...What?"

"What did I just say?" Daswin muttered.

"Being dropped and having a metal weapon slice your shin open!" she screamed. Borneo scratched the back of his head.

"I- I, er..."

"Nothing's changed, I remember when we first met you blubbering buffoon"

"Aw c'mon that's not fair!"

"I was walking with Luna and Onus!"

"How was I supposed to know that you were a new addition and not an enemy?"

"BECAUSE I WAS ACCEPTED IN THE PACK AS A PROTECTOR, YOU SURLY MUTT BRAINED IDIOT"

"Ouch..." Amarra whistled. Tifu, stiffing a giggle and Daswin face planting.

"I am not surly!"

"Your as much of a mutt brained idiot as ever though"

"But I'm not surly!"

"Oh, so it's mange then?"

"No!" Borneo looked away in mock offense.

Daswin rolled his eyes and leant his hand down to Limphayia. She took it and was pulled up, leaning against him as she tested out her bad leg. She hissed, if only it could heal a little faster. Phayia's fingers dug into Daswin's shoulder. She bit her lower lip as she hobbled along. Her breath came out shortly and her eyes starred long and hard ahead of her.

She limped forward Daswin holding onto her steadily. Amarra pursed her lips, her blue fescue green eyes wandering over the tree line. She swallowed drily.

"Guys, I think we're heading out to the tree line" Amarra breathed out, her eyes flicking back to her group. Borneo nodded, grabbing Tifu and picking her up. The girl wrapping her arms around his neck. They began to pick up their pace.

But unaware to all of them, was the fact they were safer inside the forest then out. They were safer to be at the mercy of godlike demon and the torturous wrath the Trappers would bring.

*||* it's all bark and no bite *||*

Luna wandered the barren path, her arms crossed. The wind chilled her soul. She coughed roughly, her fingers itching her nose. She breathed out softly and her eyes wandered the forests terrain. She felt so alone.

She didn't realise how much she actually valued Hess' company, until now. She felt the cold shiver of solitude creepy up her spine. She closed her eyes and continued walking, there was something ominous about being alone.

The fact that she fully had to rely on herself and herself alone. The fact that she had to look out for herself entirely. She wasn't used to it. She had always been taught to put the pack first, but not now. Her eyes fluttered close. She was so tired.

So, so tired. She found herself a space behind some bushes. Crawling inside and leaning back. She curled in a ball. She was scared, hungry, alone and cold. She hugged her arms and closed her eyes.

The world she woke up in was unfamiliar. Dangerous light beams escaping into the sky. She felt her hair tangle in knots as the wind battered her frame. Broken earth was under her boots and she walked slowly.

A monster appeared from the darkness, with eyes red as blood and a coat as translucent as crystal. It snarled and its teeth seemed all to real, like sharp stalactites in a frozen cave. She gulped harshly, backing away further.

It charged forward and she spun on her feet and bolted. Lamia herself was right behind her, even if it weren't the goddess' form. It was one of her monsters and Luna's fear was all to tasty to miss. Luna bolted into a clearing of trees.

Swatting any and all sorts of branches out of the way. Her eyes widened like the full moon and her pupils shrunk to the dot of a single seed in the middle of a field. Her breathing quickened, heart blasting her ribcage apart and her head spun around seeing the monster loom further and further towards her.

She tripped over a log and tumbled down a large hill. Sliding across the leaved floor, she looked up and saw the beast approach. A dark radiance shining off of its form, the animal snarled, and it stalked forward. Closely following the ground.

Luna spun around and got up, bolting once more. She heard its footsteps grow closer and closer. Thundering in her ears worse than the roar of a thousand thunders. Her throat felt cold and her heart shook her entire being. She felt enveloped with a fear she'd never even known.

Something collided into her and she was sent to the ground. She looked up and saw bright yellow hair, bright yellow eyes and a golden crown of flowers and wings. Luna opened her mouth, but she was quickly silence as a hand was slammed down.

Luna furrowed her brows and the woman above her place her index finger over her lips. Luna blinked and her head turned, watching the monster stalk past. The woman let her hand release Luna's mouth. Following the woman's movements. Her bright white, black and yellow attire standing out of the dark green foliage. Yet she seemed to blend in all to well. Her white boots were scuffed and stained.

Luna followed the woman closely, her eyes flickering to every possible piece of darkness. The woman in front of her never once losing her footing. She grabbed the handle of a weapon at her side, pulling it out of its scabbard. A long and sharp sword glinted in the bare light that escaped through the canopy.

Luna readied herself and sucked in a deep breath as the woman stalked forward. She moved as quick as a flash of thunder, her sword striking down and beheading her victim in a moments notice. She looked up and her psychotic yellow eyes locked onto a group of foot soldiers.

Sprinting forward, her sword sliding over her fingers in a gorgeous and tantalising dance of death. Luna gulped and watched from the shadows. The darkened soldiers stood no chance and the woman was so sure footed and elegant in the way she moved it seemed almost impossible to strike her.

Luna heard something snap behind her and her eyes widened. She turned her head and saw the jaws of a beast loom over her. She heard the woman's voice pipe up in alarm.

"(Your name!"

Then the jaws came down.

Luna's eyes snapped open and she shot up. Breathing out with ragged and sharp breaths. Panting and clutching onto her heart. She sucked in sharp and low breaths. Grabbing her head and slamming her eyes closed. Tears falling and slowly sliding down her cheeks. She shook her head, standing up slowly.

She poked her head out of the bushes and slinked her way through the shadows. Trying to pick up and follow Hessy's scent.

She was slowly losing it and the wind wasn't helping. Blowing the scent trail away from her nostrils. Luna remained walking in a straight line, begging to whatever god or goddess would hear her cry and allow her to find her friend.

"Aria have mercy on my soul" she mumbled, "Lucifer find me in your good grace and may Spirit find her compassion to provide me my strength to go on"

The gods and goddesses never answered her, and she didn't dare ask Lamia for any help. That's how she cornered you. You'd be desperate and beg for her to help you and she would, but for a fee. She'd claim you'd have to do something for her in return and when she completed her side of the bargain, she had you in her grasp.

Luna felt her skin crawl at the idea.

As she walked, her head turned, and she saw the shine of something orange. Her face paled, she took a step back and looked behind her. She needed to get out. She was being cornered. She bolted off in a random direction, her pounding feet alerting her predators of her presence.

She looked behind her and saw two men, only one of them she recognised. The goggles and the mouthguard, all to hard to forget. She watched the other man, navy blue mask and black everything else. Except the tuffs of brown hair that escaped him.

She turned her attention back to the track she was running along. She slid on the ground and took a sharp right. She felt sweat form on her forehead. It began to trickle down her neck and her fear grew thicker and thicker in her veins.

Sweat had a reason for being around when you got scared. It's because they were so similar. Both were cold and sent a chill down your spine the moment you realise it's there. They both accumulate your stress and tension as your eyes widen in fear at the very moment it could be your end. The only real difference was that sweat would leave your body and go elsewhere. But fear, fear had a way of remaining in your system until it was to late.

Luna felt her stomach churn as she slid to a stop. Two men standing in front of her. All four began to circle her, allowing no way of escape. Her head snapped to the sides, watching them all equally. She felt the fear rise in her throat.

Her eyes found the dim yellow colour that would save her hide in this moment. She growled and watched them all, eyes lowering. She heard footsteps and she leapt to the side as a woman ran at her. She felt a harsh hand grab her and throw her to the ground.

Luna gasped out and spun around, sending her booted foot into the shin of a man. She rolled over and leapt to her feet. She went to run but something heavy and blunt was sent into her back and a following force went to the back of her head.

Her head collided with the ground and she groaned softly. Picking herself up and she felt a tough force send her back down. She coughed and growled. Pressure was harshly applied to her back and she growled.

"Easy now sunshine, there's not too much keeping us from killing you" a man in a yellow hoodie crouched, watching her reaction grow from an aggravated fear to pure fury. "Toby, knock her out" he said in a monotone voice. A cheery voice piped in.

"A-Absofuck-ckinglut-tely!"

She turned her head to the side and watched a metal object glisten in the light and be brought down onto her head. She squealed before the darkness invaded.

THE GHOST'S THAT HAUNT ME, ARE THE ONE'S OF THE PAST

|| COVER IMAGES DO NOT BELONG TO ME, NOR DO ANY IMAGES THAT APPEAR IN THIS STORY, RIGHTS TO ORIGINAL OWNERS! ||

|| Credit for Inspiration ||

Wolfblood, Debbie Moon

BITE, ElementalWrite16

Lie to me...~, Vivian R. Vergiou

Devil Town // E.J., MorbidRealityy

Trust Is A Fragile Thing Isn't? [MaskyxReader], The Holy Meme Queen

Deception, Memento Mori

Own Your Heart ~proxies x reader~, Smiled by Joker

[I highly recommend these stories to people looking for good creepypasta writes/stories, their all absolutely amazing!]

|| Right's for Charater's ||

Luna [The Reader], Themself

Timothy Wright [Masky], Marble Hornets

Brian Thomas, Marble Hornets

Ticci Toby, Kastoway

Kate the Chaser, Blue Isle Studios

Eyeless Jack, Azelf5000 (specifically edited)

All other Creepypasta characters mentioned belong to their original owners/creators.

[Any Creepypasta Character's differing from their original stories have had specific edits to fit with this fanfiction]

|| My Character's || in order of appearance||

Limphayia Nightris [Phayia]

Onus Nightris [Onus]

Amarra Highgroll [Amarra]

Hessy Nutshuthe [Hess]

Daswin Fodling [Daswin]

Borneo Folding [Borneo]

Tifu Armdale [Tifu]

Lykos Drayton [Lykos]

Solitaire Dailis [Solitaire]

|| God Character's ||

Aria Ehtelmore, the Light Queen. The goddess who saved the source of light from the darkness of the Beast King. She is said to be the mother of all Mythical and source of all the magic they need. Her three children the Ehtelmore siblings, represent the Light, the Dark and the Balance needed for harmony.

Lamia, the Queen of Chaos. The goddess that everyone fears to be unleashed to the world. Aria's magic the only thing keeping the mighty chaotic evil in her own distorted reality. Her infection is one that takes hold of a heavy negative emotion and forces the host to do her bidding. To free her and let her resume control of the world. The thing terrifying about her infection is that you may as well be dead.