The HABIT's House

(There used to be two-legs that lived here, they dont anymore. Now they live in a grave, thanks to HABIT. This home is HABIT's oasis, no other Proxy, Collective member, etc. can enter this house without him opening the door. Nor can they leave. This house has an upstairs and an attic, the attic, is used primarily for torturing. Upstairs there are two main rooms and a bathroom. One of the rooms is HABIT's room, when the other room used to be Vinny's before he disemboweled Vinny 8I. If you go into HABIT's room, there will be a door that leads to the attic. The attic is a very cold, bitter place made of rough, blood-stained wood. There are verious nails jabbing out from the floor, walls, and ceiling. There are no windows. Only one exit that can be double-bolted from the outside. There are no lights, so when the door is shut you're stuck in complete blackness.)
 
HABIT entered his house, holding Sorrow  by the ropes around her paws. She let out sharp cries every-now-and-then due to the fact he was completely pulling on her broken limb. He walked up the stairs, huming as he went along. He went through the door in his room. He dropped the shecat on the ground heavily, before going over and opening the door to his attic. "Let. Me. GO!" Sorrow snapped. He seemed to ignore her, and just picked her up again. He tossed her into the attic. She landed with a loud 'thump!' before rolling for a few feet. She let out a low hiss before he shut the door. "DAMNIT HABIT! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Sorrow called. She sounded angry, but in reality she was scared. She let out a groan before slamming the back of her head on the ground in her fear/anger. "Whose there..?" a males voice said quietly. She jumped in surprise. "Is someone there?" she whispered loudly. "Im here, Im Shaun. That son-of-a-bitch brought me here and has been torturing me for a few days" he said. He sounded terrible, his voice raspy and thin. "Well... Im Sorrow. And you'd probably hate me if you heard what i am" she said. She struggled against her bindings, letting out loud groans of anger and betrayal. "They'll never find me here. Im going to die in this.. Wherever the hell we are!" she said,  giving up. Shaun sighed "My brother is coming for me soon. But hes walking into a trap. A god-damn trap. And i cant do anything about it..." he said. Sorrow could only smell blood, fear, and ashes here. Suddenly there were heavy footsteps coming from behind the door. "Whatever happens, i wish you good luck Shaun" she said to the tom before the door opened. HABIT stood there, holding a large machete and a pair of pliers. Sorrow began struggling again, breathing hard in her panic. "STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" Sorrow yelled at the tom. "Why would i do that, Sorrow? We're such close friends. I trained you once. So why would you do what you did?" he asked, padding into the attic, and putting his face close her hers so his icy stare bore into her terrified green eyes. "What did you accomplish?" he asked in a very low, graveling tone. He continued to stare eerily as he jabbed his knife slowly into her side. She held her tongue for a while, but then he began twisting the knife, tearing her flesh more. She let out a sharp cry "AHH!" which made the tom cackle. "You held on for a while. Your a very hard cat to break. But i know more about you, then you know of yourself. Things that would crumble your world." he snickered as he continued to slide his knife through her flesh.  "AAHHH! AHHH!!" she cried as she squirmed on the ground, trying to get away from the tom. He grabbed her good paw, and splayed it so all her claws unsheathed. "Eenie meanie minie mo, catch a Sorrow by the toe, if she hollers cut her moe, eanie blah blah blah mo." he said and landed on her pinkie. He grabbed the claw with his pair of pliers and pulled hard. The claw began tearing right out of its sheath, making Sorrow scream in agony "No! Stop it! STOP IT! AHHHHHHH! AAAHAHAHAAA!!" the claw finally was torn out. He tossed it to the ground, and began on her middle toe. He repeated this process with all of her claws on her good front paw until there were none remaining. He then took the paw and jabbed it back forcefully until the bone snapped. "AHHHHHH!" she yelled. "Stop! Leave her alone!" Shaun snapped from where he lay. HABIT hopped over to the tom and growled "Stay out of it, or ill wring your damn neck just to see your squirm and squeal!" he said in a low tone of laughter. "Fuck you, you self-centered prick!" Shaun snarled. HABIT simply laughed and went back over to Sorrow. He grabbed her other paw and tore all its claws out next. "AHHHHHHH!" she cried. "Ill scream, an ill yell, but i wont beg. Not to you" she said, returning his icy glare. He took out a long pair of sewing scissors, and slowly brought them closer to her right eye, She moved back as much as she could. He ever so slowly jabbed the knife into her eye socket "rnnnn.... AHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, scrambling on the ground as blood gushed from her eye, he proceeded to stab her eye. He continued to do this until her eye was a soup-like consitancy. She lied there, her remaining eye wide, her jaws open with blood trickling down. Blood was spattered all over her face and all over HABIT's paw. She breathed in slow, raspy breaths. "Awww you're bleeding out! Thats no fun. " HABIT said as he moved through his bag of torture devices. He came back and grabbed her hind paw. He snapped it back, and did the same to her other paw. She let out a faint, raspy scream. "Please. Just kill me.." her voice cracked in her complete agony. "Did i just hear you beg? I broke you didnt i? Oh wait, i forgot, you're already broken. Faceless broke you a looong time ago." he said as he walked back over with a bat. He then began hitting her sides hard with the metal bat he had. She let out a cry every time the bat struck her ribs. Multiple of her ribs snapped against his force. Soon more then half of her ribs were crushed. He took the blood-soaked pair of sewing scissors and began cutting off her ears. He took them and put them in a little bag. He did the same thing to what remained of her eye, after cutting it out. He then put in a bloody patch of her fur that he ripped off of her. "Im gonna deliver this, dont you go anywhere!" he laughed, as if she was going to actually go anywhere. He then dissapeared. She lied there, in complete agony, blood draining from her body by the pint.

Baxter was in a tree staring at the HABITS house,trying to think up a plan,sense he technicly wasn't part of Slender or Zalgo he wondered if it would be ok to ask to go in and then try to save Shaun and grab Sorrow's disguise,not like he would mind being totured though,he deserved it

"Doo de doo!" HABIT's graveling tone said as he trotted up to his house, carrying a sheet of paper. He pointed a paw at the door and suddenly it opened. He went inside, and came out after a while. "Baxter I know you're there. What am I to you? I can sense your soul up in that tree little cat." he said as he shut to door behind him and flicked his tail at the door.

"Heh~ Not even the best can hide from you HABIT~" he chuckled "May I come in~ I wont bite~" he jumped down from the tree still trying to think of a WORKING Plan

"You act as if im some fucking idiot, Baxter. Well heres new for 'ya, im not. You can have Sorrow's disguise, but she wint need it where shes at now. She bit the dust." HABIT said with a 'seriously?' look on his face.

"aww damn I wanted some blood to!" he sighed his ears drooping "oh hey I heard about this 'Shaun' guy though,you have any idea who that might be?" damn it! why was the Habit so smart!

"Ah yes! Hes simply bait. Hes up in my attic, tied and tressed. Im waiting for his damned brother to show up so i can beat out the location of the hands to a certain clock. Without the hands on the clock, Slendercat is vulnerable. But only he knows where the hands are" HABIT said with a laugh.

(baxters kinda the nutrual party,he will do something but afterwards he might switch to the other side)

"ooooooo~ taking down the Slendercat are we? risky disission,but for a fee,i might be able to bang out a few locations,why I might even be able to be your proxy for a while~" he smirked sitting at the front of the house now

"I have my own Rabbits. Its is not a risky desision. Slender cannot hurt me, nor can he control me." suddenly his head lifted. "Ah look who it is! Any updates? Hows Noah doin'? Did he find Sebastian's journal yet?" suddenly a bushy-furred pale brown cat with two brown socks along his paws and a white chest appeared. The cat had small, pinhole eyes and a wide, thin smile. "Not yet, HABIT.. He seems content in staying in his home all the time. And has made no move to attempt to receive the journal. I, as you know, cannot touch it." his voice wasnt deep, but it wasnt high, and sounded just like Noah himself but with a more static quality to it.

He only shrugged watching the two of them with interest
(Damn it I wish cats could like the same gender,I could have some real fun then)

(XDD lol Windy)

Firebrand looked at Baxter and backed up carefully. HABIT chuckled. "You've always been a skittish one Firebrand. Dont worry 'bout Baxter i wont let him touch the delicate flower" HABIT teased.

He chuckled "yeah,I won't bite~" he smiled wraping his tail around his paws "unless you provoke me~"

"Sorry.. Its just, well you're still tied with The Administrator. Observer is trying to hunt me down, but i have to stay and protect Noah. I was afraid that Observer might've sent out others in search.. Firebrand turned his head to HABIT "How is Mr.Scars?" he asked, wanting to know about his life-long friend. HABIT laughed "Same as always, very quiet, didnt seem to enjoy my presence. He never talks since he killed Mary Asher and you became unbound to Stick-in-the-Mud" he said.

"excuse me? im kinda here for the disguise? its nice talking to you guys,And flirting with you~ but at some point I want to go steal that twolegs hat I saw earlier" Baxter sighed now impatient

"Oh I'm sorry that all your needs need to be met before anyone else's. And I'm sorry that we have bigger problems then some ass-clown asking for a disguise that belongs to a cat who died about five minutes ago!" HABIT countered

"heh,shes Zalgo's proxy now,just so you know" blood started to drip out of his eyes as he got angrier "Ill wait..."

"U-U-Uh I dont care!" HABIT glared turning his head towards his attic. "One second" he explained before vanishing. He appeared holding Sorrow's blood-soaked hoody and mask. He tossed them at Baxter before turning his head back to the rouge God Firebrand. "Well, I shall visit Noah then." HABIT said with a nod.

"thank you,Nice to meet you Firebrand~" he picked them up running back towards the mansion,god damn did he hate HABIT's house

"Tell Sorrow i cant until the next time we meet each other!" HABIT called, laughing.

he only rolled his eyes and flicked his tail sighing though the hoodie

HABIT turned his head to make sure Vaermina was following. Soon his house came into view. He booked towards it, knowing that Slendercat could not get in it. He stood on the lawn and waited for Vaermina to catch up before flicking at paw at the door. The door opened upon HABIT's command, and HABIT quickly slipped in. "Come on!" he said and waited for Rabbit#001 to enter behind him.

Vaermina entered the house at a full on sprint. By the time she had stopped she was exhausted. "What was that sound?" she asked.

He shut the door behind him and locked it. He chuckled nervously "Uh, just a little old friend" he peeked his head through the curtains and saw the tall, slender, faceless figure standing there. "HAH! CANT GET IN FUCKER!" he yowled.

Vaermina flicked her ear and popped her head up beside Habit's, though she put it down once she saw who it was. "Slender? Is he butthurt about the Sorrow thing?" she asked.

"Nope, actually he was the one who ordered me to torture her, even though i accidentally went too far. Hes a bit upset with the information a few of his Proxies ave him lately. Im kind of.. Planning to uh... Get rid of him!" HABIT said with a nervous chuckle.