A/N: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. If you thought that the conversation with the male nurse was the last we'd see of Gaara. You were deathly wrong. Slendy hadn't done her in yet. Until Gaara dies... Forward, we traverse! And I'm typing this on my Kindle. So, sorry for the awkward spacing. Or lack there of. I own nothing, except Gaara Montmorency, her housemate (Joey Von Muir), and a very few of the people they meet. ~Slender's Oldest

[Chapter One: Dehumanized]

Gaara awoke to her friend's voice. Oh, great. When I finally fall asleep...

"Gaara, wake up." She opened her blue-grey eyes and regarded the British exchange student, Joey Von Muir. Yes, she was a German last name. No, she wasn't a German citizen who moved to England. She was born in England to a English mother and German father.

"What is it?" She whispered to the blonde girl.

"I've got an idea." Joey started. "We're gonna go on a case."

"No."

"Why not?" She snapped. "You're scared, aren't you?" Gaara pushed her off her bed. "You are!" Joey shouted. "What happened in that park… forest… whatever scarred you, didn't it?"

"Get out." the auburn haired girl growled, rolling over into her side.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me."

"Munich was killed by the Slender Man and eventually, that'll be how I go." Joey's eyes were wide in sympathy. "Happy?"

"Why not deal with it before it does you in?"

"I'm a Runner. Not a Fighter."

"So?" Her brown eyes narrowed. "I'll go after him."

"You've no clue what he can do-"

"And you do!" Gaara was hauled out of bed. "So, you're coming with me."

"Geez! Fine! We'll leave in the morning. Just let me sleep." Joey smiled.

"Sure thing, partner." Gaara collapsed onto her bed. Watch me be unable to go to sleep. She complained. Then the conversation in its entirety came to her.

"Oh, my God." Her eyes widened. She'd agreed to hunt Slender. That's not running. That's the opposite. Her mind flashed back to Munich's death. The tendril piercing her heart, blood running down her chest and she gagged on it. Her last word… her order to run.

Tears ran down Gaara's face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Munich. "

Joey woke her up again with both of their clothes for a summer of travelling. Gaara walked into her bathroom and took a shower. Then dressed in a pair of jeans, a white tee-shirt with a pair of grey and pink running shoes. Joey was kind enough to braid her auburn hair out her face. After they put their stuff into car, they got in and buckled in. Taking U.S Route 101, Joey explained as she drove, would take them to the town of Eureka, California. Here was where she's found another Runner/Fighter (She couldn't remember.) lived. A fellow by the name of Julian Caesar.

"Eureka…" She never knew that there were others who'd survived…

It was almost midnight when they'd arrived. Nickelback' s song Lullaby played on the Dodge's speaks. Joey was singing along with it as her friend slept deeply.

"Gaara." She looked at her and raised a eyebrow at the hotel. It looked like the hotel from that Stephen King movie… What was it?… The Shinning. "We'll spend the night here." She got out and stretched. Gaara walked up to the hotel, up to the front counter. An older woman stood behind it.

"Can I help you, darling?"

"Me and my best friend would a room for the night."

"Visiting family?"

"Yes, ma'am." She lied. The woman gave her the key to a room after she paid.

"Please. Enjoy your trip." Joey took their stuff to the room.

"I don't like this…" She griped and paced. "Something isn't right."

"Well, you're a chronic suffer of Slender sickness. What do you expect?"

"We shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be here." Gaara rambled. She was on edge. Paranoia was eating at her.

"Gaara, relax. Why don't you leave the tv on?" A confused look at her. "If Slendy comes in here, the tv will go haywire, right?"

"In theory, yes." It was cut on. The anime, Naurto, was on. It was the one with Gaara fighting Rock Lee during the Jounin Exams. It was one of the few that made Gaara cry. Another was when her namesake' s grandmother sacrificed herself for that Gaara… Now, the thought reminded her of Munich.

A/N: That's chapter one. Review and follow/favorite if you liked it. And when I add on to Creepypasta, I'll add to this. ~Slender's Oldest