The Battle Between Zalgo and Slenderman's Proxies

Masky Vs. Marson Alexander

There, the two boys stood across each other with pure determination for victory. Masky secured his mask and gloves and stood in place, eyes not leaving Marson. Marson, in the other hand, scoffed and pulled out his katana.

"This battle... Will decide everything..." Masky stated.

"Indeed..." Marson made his fighting stance. " The battle... Between Zalgo and Slenderman's Proxies..." Marson stated and charged at Masky.

Masky cracked his knuckles and also charged at Marson. The clashed with each other, hand versus steel. Marson swings his sword in a fast state towards his opponent, but Masky evades his attacks swiftly. Marson then swung his blade to slice Masky's head, but missed when Masky ducked and kicked Marson's legs to make him fall. Unfortunatly, he missed as Marson jumped and kicked him in the face, sending the man flying, but quickly rebounded, did a backflip and landed himself smoothly. Masky touches his mask only to find it cracked. But he didn't mind it at all. He then charged at him and threw powerful punches at the one-eyed man. Marson anticipated every single move and dodged it swiftly. Masky then grabbed Marson by the neck and slammed him, making the ground crack. Marson coughs out blood while Masky went on top of him and grabbed him by the neck again and choked him. Marson struggles for air and gripped on his sword, swinging it at Masky's face. Masky jumps back and pants slightly. Then, he noticed his mask fell from his face and landed on the ground in half. Marson halved and almost hit his nose bridge.

"Damn! He almost got me! I better be careful next time..." Masky thought to himself as a small cut across his nose bridge started to bleed slightly.

"So that is what you look like..." Marson spoke.

"Shut it!" Masky bit back.

"Hmph. It doesn't matter anyway..."

This time, Marson summoned a bit of darkness and surrounded his sword with it. Masky grew nervous, knowing Marson gained a bit of power. Masky did the same and let a bit of his sanity go, making him slightly powerful than before. Marson scoffed and ran towards him as Masky did the same. When they were in good distance, Marson swung his sword as shadows followed the blade. Masky in the air, did a back flip kick, hitting Marson's sword. Masky swiftly stood a few seconds on the sword before the darkness consumed his leg. Marson smirked and whipped him around. Unable to escape, Masky was being thrown around, getting his leg snapped and spine slightly dislocating. Marson the stopped the torture and steadied his sword with Masky on top. Blood trickling from his mouth. Marson slammed him to the ground, face first as the ground cracked. Masky face was bruised up and bloody. He started to cough up blood again, making a small pool of it surround his face.

"Had enough, Tim...?" Marson asked as he approached the man and stepping on his back.

Masky didn't reply. He was feeling too weak.

"I guess so..." Marson raised his sword above his head and brought it down, stabbing Masky on the back, straight through.

Masky coughed and gagged out blood. More came out of his mouth.

"D-damn... You..." Masky cursed as unconsciousness took over him.

Marson smirked and harshly pulled out his sword. He whipped it, splatting blood off it and walked off.

"I wish it didn't have to be this way... Tim..." Marson thought as he placed his sword back in it's compartment.

Suddenly... Marson feels a hard thrust through his chest. He looks down and sees a bloody arm protruding out. His eye widens and turns his head back to see the owner of the arm.

It was Masky. His pupils dilated and an insane expression is plastered on his face. He had a very wide grin of madness.

"Hello again, Marsy~" He cooed.