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hii breadstick!!!

please post the story you wrote about Hoodie's death, I'm curious!

good day/night!

-dancing parrot🐦🎶

super sorry about the late posting! stuff happened with my vacation, and then i was super tired when i finally got home, and then i was busy with unpacking everything, etc etc etc... but i’m hoping that it’s better late than never!

i must confess though that i don’t really love this story, i had highish hopes for it but i feel like it’s missed it’s mark :( but i’ll let you guys read it and see what you guys think....

it’s meant to be more of a origin story than anything else, with a look at how things work in the BCU (Breadstick Creepypasta Universe)

note:

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 = a time skip (if not specified, assume it’s a matter of minutes or hours)

--- = shift from character’s perspective

this is also a long story, so i will put it under the cut!

❓Hoodie’s Death Story ❓

He crashed through the woods.

Tim had to find him.

He didn't know how long they'd been in these woods, but it was too long to be healthy.

And now they were separated.

"Brian! Brian, can you hear me?" Tim called out, ducking through branches and looking around. What on God's green earth had caused Brian to just up and leave their makeshift campsite? Tim figured Brian might have been looking for food, maybe he'd seen a bunny go by and thought to go after it. They had run out of food yesterday after all. But Tim worried that Brian may not have left of his own accord. Maybe Brian was taken by something.

But, Tim reasoned with himself, that wouldn't make much sense. If Brian had been taken by an animal, Tim would have certainly heard it happen in the night. He would have heard Brian fight back against the animal or scream for help. And there would have been a trail if Brian had been dragged away. So, no, he wasn't eaten by an animal. That was at least some relief. But if he wasn't taken, then where the hell did he go?

'Maybe he did have a concussion or some kind of brain injury.' Tim thought. Brian had hit his head pretty hard on a tree stump yesterday when they were setting up camp for the night. Could hitting his head have made him confused and disorientated? The thought of Brian walking around with a head injury in the middle of the woods, and not just any woods, but THESE woods, where terrible things were known to happen, made Tim call out for Brian with even more of an urgency.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

TWO DAYS LATER.....

"Do you want more tea, Mrs. Pineapple?" Sally asked, holding the pink teapot in the air.

"No thank you, Miss Strawberry, I haven't quite finished my cup." Mrs. Pineapple, or actually, Slender, replied politely.

Sally smiled and placed the teapot back onto the table. She opened her mouth to say something else, perhaps to offer her teddy bear one of her tea party cookies, but she quickly stopped. Slender paused in his "drinking" of the tea, and set it back onto its saucer.

"Sally-" Slender was cut off by a disappointed little girl. "I know you have to go to work. I felt it too."

"I'm sorry to stop the tea party, I was enjoying spending time together," Slender stood up to leave, "but unfortunately I have to take care of some grown-up business now."

"I know," Sally sighed, "someone has crossed the border. I told you that I could feel it, just like you."

Slender cocked his head slightly at his daughter. "Do you really feel when the border has been broken, or are you just pretending?"

"I don't always feel it, but sometimes I do. I think it's when somebody important crosses the border. I felt it with Clocky and Jeff. But I didn't feel it with BEN or EJ, so I guess I don't know."

"Well, we can talk about this later. I must go and take care of the intruder to make sure you are safe."

"He's not dangerous, Slendy. He's just confused. And a little scared. I can feel it, so I know."

"Alright, dear. I'll go check it out just in case, then." Slender patted Sally on the head affectionately before retreating to his office. He reached behind his desk to access the row of buttons. He pressed the one labeled "C," and waited for his requested person to arrive in his office as asked.

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Tim grew increasingly worried with every hour that passed by without Brian. It had already been at least a day since he had last seen him. What if he had went looking in the wrong direction? What if Brian had died of his possible head injury? Or maybe dehydration? Tim tried to think of the last time he saw Brian drink something, but he couldn't. And what if an animal really had gotten to him by now?

Tim was startled out of his thoughts by a noise in the woods. He tensed, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

It was only a squirrel! He breathed a sigh of relief. A big squirrel, yes, but only a squirrel. Tim took a step closer. A red-eyed squirrel? He squinted his eyes to look at the strange squirrel more clearly. At that moment, the squirrel opened its mouth to reveal rows of sharp teeth, teeth that no normal squirrel would ever have. Tim immediately retreated.

'Fuck,' he thought, 'we have to get out of here.'

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Slender watched Clockwork enter the woods. He had sent her on this mission to "take care" of whoever the intruder was. Slender had sensed that this intruder was on the strong side, and had once been traveling with another person. So, Clockwork had been sent out to meet up with EJ, who was already in the woods. Slender knew that Clockwork could handle an intruder on her own, no problem, but he worried about the possibility of multiple people roaming the woods. Plus, EJ could do well with another meal. Between the two of them, this threat would be handled within a matter of minutes, Slender was sure of it.

But what he didn't know was that another person was watching Clockwork's retreating figure. And that person, as soon as Slender shut the mansion door, darted off into the woods behind Clockwork.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Everything was too much.

It was too hot. Too cold. Too bright. Too dark.

Everything hurt.

Brian blindly stumbled around the forest, clutching his bloody head.

He hadn't meant to wander off, he had just seen some light and thought it meant another person. Somebody who could help them when they were so hopelessly lost. But in the end, Brian couldn't locate the source of the light nor could he locate the makeshift camp.

Brian groaned. He knew that he was dehydrated, he was hungry, and he knew that he had hurt his head a few days ago (but he didn't think that it was hard enough for a concussion). Those factors alone would explain his symptoms. But during his frantic search for Tim and the camp, he had encountered a creature, the likes of which he had never seen before. A creature that had startled him so greatly that it had sent him running, and tripping right over a large root. He had managed to get away from the creature, yes, but had also managed to smash his head on a rock. He wiped his bloody hand on his shirt and wondered absently if Tim was still looking for him. Or if Tim was even still alive.

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Sally trailed behind Clockwork, careful to stay out of her line of vision and careful to not make any noise. Clockwork didn't notice the little girl following her because she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts of finding EJ, hunting down the intruder(s), and making a kill or two.

She marched confidently toward a clearing, where EJ was already waiting for her. She stepped toward him, and his head snapped toward the source of the sound.

EJ cocked his head, listening and smelling. "Clockwork?"

"Yeah? Who else would it be?" Clockwork responded.

"Just checking. Are you ready?"

"Born ready."

"I've been scoping out this case. Concluded that it's two young adult males. One of them is injured. They've been separated."

"We'll find 'em." Clockwork responded gruffly.

The two trekked further into the woods in search of the men, still unaware of the little girl following on their tail.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

By the time that Tim actually found Brian, he feared that his friend might actually be dead already.

His face was pale, his body was still, and there looked like there was an awful lot of blood.

Tim knelt down, his own heart nearly stopping as he noticed that Brian didn't look like he was breathing. Was he -? No, Brian was breathing. It was a shallow sort of breathing, but his chest was still rising and falling which is all that mattered at this point.

Tim took a minute to assess Brian's injuries further. Most of the blood seemed to be coming from the back of his head, not a good sign at all. Both of his legs were scraped up, but the left leg looked worse. The left leg-pants were almost entirely split open, revealing the bloody scrapes and already darkening bruises.

"Fuck, man, what did you do?" Tim mumbled. He took off his flannel and began to wrap it gently around Brian's head to stop the bleeding. The head injury was the worst of it, the leg could wait until later to be tended to. Besides, all Tim really had was the flannel and that needed to be used on Brian's head right away.

"Come on, buddy, we gotta go." Tim gently shook Brian, trying to rouse him. He wanted Brian to stand up, then Brian could lean entirely on Tim who could help him to walk/partly carry him. They had to get out of these damn woods. Their project to expose the secrets of these woods had gone horribly awry, and it wasn't worth risking their lives for anymore. There was no food left, no clean water from their packs, and they had lost their video equipment some time ago. They were dirty and tired and scared, and they needed to get Brian back to society and into a hospital.

A twig snapped, drawing Tim's attention at once to the two dark figures approaching.

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Something was wrong.

Slender looked up from his desk.

Something was very wrong.

He stood up, pushing his desk chair so far back it hit the wall behind him, then walked out of his office with two long strides.

For one thing, it was quiet.

Too quiet.

And for another thing, Slender had a feeling in the pit of his abdomen.

This feeling is what propelled him to rush out the door and into the woods without a second thought. He didn't even have to check the halls and rooms of the mansion to know that Sally wasn't there. She had left, following Clockwork into the woods, and was now in danger of being hurt.

Slender refused to allow any harm to come to his adopted daughter, and he raced through the woods to find her before anything bad could happen to her.

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"Stay back! Stay the fuck back!" Tim crouched over Brian protectively, one arm outstretched as if it would ward off the advancing predators.

The female figure simply cracked her knuckles, then pulled out two long knives. The male figure just stood there in silence, watching patiently.

Tim fumbled quickly for the small knife in his pocket only to realize it wasn't there. 'Shit shit shit,' was the only thing replaying in his mind as the female with a clock in her eye rushed towards them.

It was at that moment, fortunately for the two men, that Sally ran into the clearing. "Wait!"

"Sally! What are you doing?" Clockwork quickly hid her knives, knowing that Slender did not wish for Sally to know of the nature of their jobs.

"I came to stop you," Sally said, pointing a finger.

"Sally's here?" EJ spoke up, ears twitching for the sound of the little ghost's voice.

Tim held his breath, watching the scene play out.

"Look, you need to get back to the mansion. Slender's going flip a lid if he finds you out here, and I got some, uh, business to take care of out here." Clockwork said.

"I know what you're going to do, and I won't let you do it." Sally crossed her arms stubbornly.

"Sally," EJ spoke calmly and gently, "what do you think Clockwork is going to do?"

"She's going to make them leave the woods! She'll kick them out of here and tell them to never come back, and that's not right. She can't do that."

"It's what's best for all of us, dear." Slender appeared from behind a tree. Tim stifled a scream, not daring to make a noise or a move with these unknown creatures lurking around. "These men could be dangerous, and we need to make sure they don't harm anyone or anything in our woods. They have to go."

"No! They aren't dangerous. They're meant to be here. With us!" Sally pleaded.

"Sally-" Slender was quickly cut off by Sally. "I can feel it."

"In here." She added softly, pointing to her heart.

Slender was silent, pondering his daughter's words.

"They can help us, I know it." Sally looked at Brian lying on the ground. "But he needs help right now. He's not breathing very well, and we have to save him."

Slender shifted to look at the bloody body, and the shaking man besides him. He could tell that this man was frightened out of his mind, but Slender respected that he still stood by his friend. That kind of loyalty was admirable.

He glanced at the bloody man again, determining that he was suffering from blood loss, dehydration, and some sort of head injury. He wouldn't last long in these woods without Slender's interference.

Sighing, Slender stooped down to get a closer look at the injuries.

"Don't touch him!" The man besides the injured party spoke up with such a ferocity that Slender was taken aback.

Slender took one long look at this frightened but determined man, willing to do whatever it took to defend his injured friend, and decided that he would have to help the pair after all.

"I am trying to help him, not hurt him further. He is injured, and requires assistance." Slender spoke evenly. "He won't last long without it."

The man seemed to ponder it for a second, and Slender took this as an opportunity to step in.

"EJ! I need you, front and center." EJ stepped forward as soon as his name was called. "We're going to save this man."

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Tim watched, scared shitless but at the same time oddly reassured, as the odd creatures began examining Brian's injuries. He worried deeply for his friend, and his worries only increased when two of the creatures began murmuring to one another. Tim looked down at Brian's chest, and felt his blood run cold when he noticed the even more labored breathing of his buddy.

"Is he alright?" Tim surprised himself with his own voice, steady but worried.

"His injuries are more severe than we thought." The grey, eyeless creature spoke. "He is losing a lot of blood, and he needs medical attention fast."

"You're the doctor here, EJ." The female interrupted. "Shouldn't you know what to do?"

"The man needs CPR, and to be transported back to where my equipment is. I'll need some help, but I can probably sew up the wounds with my tools. The only problem is, I don't think he'll live long enough to-" EJ quickly stopped talking and whipped his head back towards Brian. "He stopped breathing!"

'Fuckfuckfuckfuck' Tim's thoughts were racing. 'Whatever that EJ thing is, he just said that Brian needs CPR.'

"Help him! Do CPR!" Tim shouted, looking out desperately to the four beings.

EJ lowered his head, almost in shame. "I can't."

"I'm sure as hell not doing that." Clockwork snorted.

Tim looked to the tall white being and the ghostly little girl, but realized that one of them did not possess a mouth and the other was only a child. He couldn't expect a child to perform CPR.

'It's going to have to be me.' Tim thought. He leaned over Brian's body. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it!"

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Everything was dark.

There was nothing.

Nobody.

He was alone.

But then, there was light.

He was light.

And then there was more lights.

People-lights.

All in a variety of colors, like a big rainbow of light.

Some were small and some were large, and they all were moving.

They danced around in the vast space of emptiness, some circling around each other, some going off in opposite directions, some going down a straight path.

But they all seemed to be moving, or really gravitating, towards an absolutely blinding white light.

When the people-lights got close, they were enveloped in that white light.

He felt the gravitational pull of that white light, and he followed it.

He came closer and closer to that light, and then he stopped.

There was a voice.

And a pressure from deep within.

The voice sounded familiar.

And the pressure became more intense.

"Come on, buddy, come on!" The voice sounded desperate.

He suddenly became aware of a sort of presence within, a presence that told him he had to make a choice: whether to go into that light or follow that voice.

"Please, Brian, please come back." The voice pleaded.

Who was Brian?

The presence reminded him to make a choice, and fast.

"Brian!" The voice rang out again.

He was Brian.

Not a light after all, but Brian instead.

And that was Tim, calling him from somewhere beyond.

And Brian would come back to him.

The presence inside him shifted, and told him he needed to get back to where he came from.

The pressure became more intense, Tim's voice grew louder, and the presence left altogether.

Brian wriggled and floated and swam and fought and tried his hardest to get back to where he came from, wherever that might be.

And soon, he could feel the hands on his body (he had a body?) and the slow inflation of his lungs (he could breathe?) and the pain, oh the pain, his entire being was engulfed in (but how delicious that pain was, in a way, because now he could remember how to feel).

And then Brian opened his eyes.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Once Brian had been able to breathe again, thanks to Tim's CPR efforts (instructed by EJ), EJ quickly made a makeshift tourniquet out of a part of his hoodie. Once the bleeding had been stopped, if only temporarily, Slender scooped Brian into his arms.

"Bring this man home and him in the shed while we tend to this one's injuries, and then we shall see what to do with the both of them." Slender quickly instructed Clockwork whilst wrapping a tendril around Sally.

"Aye, aye, captain." Clockwork mock-saluted.

Slender wrapped another tendril around EJ, barely giving the man time to adjust to what was happening, before setting off for the mansion at top speed.

He looked down at the weak, bloody young man in his arms and was suddenly filled with determination.

Between him and EJ, they were going to save the young man's life.

What would happen after that? Well, that was anyone's guess. But he knew that Sally had these feelings for a reason, and he couldn't ignore it.

Besides, he was in the market for some new proxies.

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