It was a fine evening for the Pasta of the Slender woods. Most had found sport that night and had left for the coming blood bath. Slender had decided to stick close to the woods around the estate, praying on the children who had let there curiosity be the end of them. But something about tonight seemed off to the Slenderman. (WHY DOES THAT SOUND WEIRD LOL) Unlike the usually gloom that led most to enter the woods, a lighter more charming feel held the air, inviting people into the darkness. Several times he could have sworn to have heard a childlike giggle sound the cold air, the oddness of this eve even had his usually calm proxies on edge. But it wasn't till they happened upon the sound of a child singing that they decided it was time to see just who had decided to grace them with their presents. "Slender Man, Slender Man, all the children try to run. Slender Man, Slender Man, to him, it's part of the fun." Sang a feminine voice soft and sweet like honey. But there was more behind the voice, or so could tell the Pasta that heard it. The notes of every word dripped with enchantment, hypnosis was the key, seduction seemed to be the holders plea. Running ahead of Slender and his brother, the notes seemed to be driving the curiosity out of the younger proxy, Masky. "Slender Man, Slender Man, dressed in dark, his suit and tie. Slender Man, Slender Man, you most certainly will die." To him the voice was a mystery. It sounded of that of a child, all at the same it had the quality of a woman who'd had the time to perfect each note. As he finally found the source of the voice, he found himself frozen in place, unable to move even if he wished so. "Slender Man, Slender Man, his branching arms are for collecting. Slender Man, Slender Man, his face is empty of expressing." left the lips of an almost doll like child. (muzlqI4RkCGg66qzDxEPgug) Dressed in a gown of white, a stroke of innocents propelled from off of her. Rising from her spot she continued her song as she approached the young proxy, giving him a view of her features. If he hadn't thought her a doll before he would have now. Her skin was a soft (S/C) that glowed lightly with her glossy cheeks, her lips small and lightly plump. Her hair hung in (H/C) ringlets covered by a white bonnet of lace and ribbon. But unlike the rest of her harmless appearance, her eyes, held something more then their (E/C) shade. Behind the (E/C) there was age, bloodlust, and another emotion he couldn't find himself able to place. "Slender Man, Slender Man, he won't let you say goodbye." She stood a foot shorter then himself, her gloved hand rising to his face, caressing the plastics of his mask. Running her fingers she hooked one under the rim of his mask, preparing to rip it from his skin. "Slender Man, Slender Man, you most certainly will die." Her voice echoing in his mind as she began to pull his mask away. But as soon as she started, her attention was turned from him to something behind him. Not just something but someone, the dark man who haunted the dreams of child and man alike, the star of her lullaby. "Slender Man, Slender Man, sometimes hums a lonely drone. Slender Man, Slender Man, he will wander around your Man, Slender Man, in well within the trees. Slender Man, Slender Man, in the fog he's hard to see." A wave of brief dizziness passed held Masky as her hold on him was released. The lullaby was now focused on the suited humanoid standing amongst the trees. Giggling into the lyrics, she skipped over to the king of the woods, smiling up at him. Releasing his tentacles he placed on around her small frame and lifted her up several feet so that her face was level to his. "Slender Man, Slender Man, dressed in dark, his suit and tie. Slender Man, Slender Man, you most certainly will die." she finished, letting her pearly teeth brighten her face. "You know that doesn't effect me, your lullaby's hold no power over me." He spoke in the minds of those around him, before letting the now pouting child stand back on the ground. "Aw your no fun Slendy, I even took child form because I thought with your child fetish I could finally get you." she spoke before walking over to a group of trees and disappearing. The sound of yet another lullaby began as a rustling was heard in the trees. "Someone's always watching me. Someone's always there. When I'm sleeping he just waits and, he stares. Someone's always standing in the darkest corner of my Room. He's tall and wears a suit of black Dressed like a perfect groom. Where are you going? Why won't you stay? They might be scared of you, But i just want to Play. He has no Face. He hides with the trees. He Loves little children When they Beg and Scream. Please... " This time the song sent a pleasant shivers of delight down the spines of the Pasta's, both Masky and his brother Hoodie were extremely confused at the current situation. It became even more confusing to them as a woman appeared instead of a child. She was dressed in a fitted black dress that stopped at her ankles, its sleeves long and flowing at the bottom. On her hands she whore matching slave bracelets with Opal stones in the center. On her feet she had no shoes, the only thing she whore to decorate them were sandal anklets with small Opals decorating them. A hood was attached to the back but wasn't up leaving her face visible. Her skin was the same (S/C) as the child before her, her cheeks held a light glow. Her lips were (Lip size), tinted an almost bloody red seemed to be perfect on her face. Her eyes had an unnaturally dark waterline, along with her thick lashes, the (E/C) of her eyes seemed to pop out. Just like the girl from before, her eyes held age that seemed far beyond her youth. Her hair was long and slightly curled, its (H/C) highlights seemed to glow in the darkness. over her locks she had a gold tiara looking headpiece, woven in a Celtic style it centered near her forehand where a tear shaped knot connected the two sides. It was easy to tell that there was something unusually appealing about this womans appearance. ( /banshee/set?id=110547583) "How many times must I tell you child, I have no attraction to mortal offspring." "Child? You know as well as I do that I'm your equal if not senior." she said while lacing the area about her chest, securing her dress while leaving some of her breast visible, a sight that would have turned the Proxy's pink if not for their masks. The confusion of the situation they found themselves in just seemed to be getting thicker so finally the younger decided to clear the confusion. "Umm sir, who is she, if you don't mind me asking that is?" Asked Masky as his brother and him moved to be positioned on either side of their master. "This is the Pasta formally know as the Banshee" he told them gesturing to her with one of his tentacles. "Still so formal after all the centuries huh Slendy?" she joked before elbowing her head slightly at the two proxies. "Just call me (Y/N)" "Hoodie" "And I'm Masky, its very nice to meet you, we're Slenderman's Proxy's." Masky told her, a twitch of surprise could be seen on her face fallowed by what could have been regret before it returned to its normal beauty. "You've taken up Proxys Slendy?" "Yes. Quiet recently it seems that the Pasta Population has taken a large increase in number. Actually there happen to be a few matters I would like to discuss with you, if you don't mind that is." "Sure its been some time since I last found myself in a sociable situation, I would enjoy the company." "Its settled, let us go to my manor, its just a way into the woods from here." He said before beginnings the walk back to his home with (Y/N) trailing beside him, leaving his proxy's some what stunned, still trying to process todays events. The short walk to the manor had been a silent one, but to the Proxy's it seemed as if an unheard conversation was happening between their master and the Pasta known as Banshee. It left them wondering what exactly the history between the two was. When their small group finally reached the manor a slight reluctance was visible on Banshee, she seemed almost restless especially as there first greeter approached them. Never before had Banshee seen a creature that could physically smile nor a dog the color of blood. Needless to say she was feeling very weary of being around so man Pasta, especially with there being Proxys around. Its not that she didn't trust Slendermann, she did with her immortal life but Proxys were something she had never been fond of. Ever since hers had turned on her years ago she found herself unable to create or keep company with Proxys. "Hey Smiley" said the Proxys from behind her. The dog, now identified as Smiley let out a yelp in response but didn't move for them, instead he went straight for Banshee. Stopping at her feet he lets out a curious yelp letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. Cautiously she lets her hand extend to the top of his head, letting her fingers glide to behind his ear causing Smiley to let out a yelp of delight before turning and running back to the manor where he disappeared inside. "I didn't realize you were fond of dogs Slendy" she smirked up at him. "I'm not, but some of our new residences are." "Is it stable?" she asked, curious of the dogs mental stability. The scent of blood had been over abundant on the beast, some killers can control there instincts, others can't. An animal can have less or more mind then most mortals and she did not plan to stick around if it the dog wasn't. "Don't worry miss" a feminine voice said from behind her. Surprised by yet another new voice, she turned to find a small girl dressed in pink. Her dress was covered in dirt and blood, she stood around four feet tall, her hair was long and brown. She had bright green eyes and soft lips. Carrying a worn teddy bear she looked no older then eight years but smelled of a killer. She was adorable in Banshee's eyes, was she one of the new Pastas Slender had told her about? " Smiley is really nice, he lets me dress him up and he plays with me." "And who would you be?" "My name is Sally, will you play with me?" she asked, running up to (Y/N) to her and wrapping her arms around her legs in a friendly hug of sorts. "Perhaps later little one, you may call me Banshee or (Y/N)." (Y/N) told Sally before looking up to Slender "And you said you didn't have a thing for children" she smiled jokingly. Sally, who was now smiling at Banshee, took her hand and began pulling her towards the manor's doorway. "Come on you have to meet the others!" Sally yelled excited by her new friend. Jane was the only other female Pasta that lived in the house, and she would never have the time to play with Sally, or so she claimed. Sally wasn't the only one happy about (Y/N)'s arrival, when she joked that he had a thing for children (Y/N) was partially correct, while he wasn't attracted to them, Slenderman did have a soft spot for children. Sally was his favorite though and he was glad that it appeared the two were becoming friends. He just hopped she would be okay around so many other Creepy Pastas. He hand been friends with the girl for centuries, she was the first other Pasta he had ever met. It was back when he was still haunting the Black Forest that they happened upon each other. And while she was an adult she still seemed a child to him then. She was lonely and craved the company of others. She had had a very painful past that caused he not to trust others Pastas, especially Proxys. Over time she healed because of there friendship. He tried to Bring her with him to North America, but she refused to leave the European continent. So he left without her and hadn't seen her since. Once or twice he had attempted to track her down, but with the recent Pasta population rising, he had no time to push his search any farther then the Germanic woods he left her in. She was like a daughter to him, and he was glad she was finally home. He just hoped now she would stay.