It was a quiet night. Jeff and Vincent were staying the night at Evan's house trying to figure out one of the puzzles that they had gotten. Evan was asleep in his bed, Though, It wasn't Evan. Instead it was a spirit named HABIT that had possessed him. The spirit seemed unaware of the creature seemingly seeping into his room from the shadows. The thing, the tall one or whatever he was being called was waiting. He stood in the shadows, watching the man, the Body of an annoying problem if his, he watched the chest fall and rise. For a moment he thought about taking the vessel with him, but his plan was another one, He was not going to take him, no he was going to change the vessel itself, making sure that HABIT wouldn't be able to change himself back for at least a while. He gracefully moved his tall form into the moonlight and reached out to the sleeping form. One of his hands hovered over the head the other over the feet, and then suddenly he used his force to shrink the body. Perfect, he didn't wake up and he now had the perfect size not to be a problem anymore. Pocketsize
When the sun was high in the sky everyone started to wake up, everyone except HABIT. HABIT was one for sleeping in when nothing was to be done. He was having trouble breathing though seeing as he had ended up with his current body covered in the thick blanket. Slender had chosen to stay until said HABIT was going to wake up; the tall faceless form had leant against the wardrobe, now he was able to see the little form wiggle beneath the thick covers. If he had a mouth it would've curled up into a cruel smile. He waited until the little body had managed to crawl up beneath the covers. Cursing could be heard as he managed to get out from under the covers. He looked down and stared in shock as he noticed his short height. He frowned when he tried to take control of another body. For some reason he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave this body.
Slenderman watched the tiny thing, that thing that looked almost like a bug on the covers moving around. He took a step closer, drawing attention. HABIT looked up and growled at the other being though it made more of a squeak sound to the much larger being's nonexistent ears. "OKAY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?" He wanted answers and he wanted them now. Amusement was rushing through the old being, he looked down onto the little form that once was a problem, "Now you won't be assisting the wrong people anymore….Or well if you do you won't be useful " HABIT growled again and flipped him off with a tiny little middle finger. HABIT himself was around the size of a coke can. With the right pockets he could fit in one. HABIT didn't like it at all though. This would either hold back his game or ruin it all together. Slender's Chuckle rumbled through the room as he picked the tiny person of the bed, he dangled from his arm, "Now that you're pocket sized, you can't even lift a knife..."The small man flailed around in his hand. He didn't like being picked up. "OI! PUT ME DOWN YOU OVER GROWN WHITEOUT!"
Unimpressed from the sudden outburst he carried him to his nightstand where he put him down next to a knife that he had stored there or emergences. HABIT continued to glare up at the being. "CHANGE ME BACK." He didn't want Vincent or Jeff to walk in on him like this. It would ruin everything he had planned for them. He just shook his head slightly, no he would not change him back, not now at least, but he would when the time was right. He huffed and turned. He then kicked the knife lying next to him and winched a bit when he remembered that he didn't have any shoes on. Or any real clothes on for that matter. He was only in his boxers. Slender didn't bother to care. He basically turned and was about to leave. "I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR NEXT MEAL," He said as a last minute insult to the being that made him so small.