"Breakfast! Get your butt out of bed!" I heard my best friend shout from down stairs. I groaned and sat up to look at the time.

"Shit!" I shouted and jumped out of bed to get ready for school. Amy, down stairs, had heard me and was laughing. "Shut up, we're gonna be late!"

"Yeah, because of you." I ran down the stairs to see a fried egg on toast and a red haired girl sitting across from it in full school uniform. She was smiling. I practically lunged at the plate and scoffed down the breakfast. "What would you do without me?" Amy asked.

"Probably sleep." I stated through a mouthful of egg.

"Yeah, that'll all you would do. I'm literally the reason you get out of bed every morning." I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I grabbed my school bag.

"Alright let's go!" I ordered while walking out of the building. Amy quickly put the spare key, she had used to get in, under a potted plant and followed me.

"Maybe I shouldn't have introduced marble hornets to you." Amy said while we walked down the road to the school. I was zoned out and didn't answer her comment. "Emily!" She shouted in my ear.

"Wh…what? Sorry I zoned out." Amy sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"You need to get a good night's sleep. I was excited when I first saw Marble Hornets but I didn't stay up all night to watch it."

"Yeah I know. It was just so good and entertaining." I defended myself.

"Mhm, but…" She was interrupted by a boy cat-calling her. We were a few feet from the school gates and the boy was a student. He looked like he was in an older class and I didn't recognise him.

"Hey there pretty thing. Ditch the butch and come hang out with me. I bet you'll like it." He winked. Amy sighed and grabbed my arm to pull me along faster.

"Pain in the ass." She muttered under her breath. She was always the one getting attention out of the two of us and, although I'm not bad looking, I look a lot worse compared to her. I didn't blame her for it though. She didn't care for most of the attention she got and people can't help the way they're shaped.

"Was it a random one again or did you know this guy?" I asked as we walked down the hallway to our class.

"He's called Harry. That's all I know. He hardly ever comes into school, and when he does he is late."

"So why was he just lounging about outside? Is he such a loser that he tries to be late?"

"Probably about to smoke." She said as she opened the door to our first lesson.

"Miss Amy Andrews, and Miss Emily Emit. Why are you always late?" I was about to make a remark before Amy stopped me by apologising for the both of us. She didn't wanted more detention added onto being late. "Half an hour detention as always, now take your seats."

I sighed loudly as Amy and I walked to our part-time job. We were waitresses at this little family friendly place called The Gate. It was okay pay and a pleasant work environment.

"I'm totally failing English." I complained aloud.

"Don't be so dramatic." Amy said while looking down at her phone.

"I'm being serious! Mrs Phonton hates me. Whenever I'm stuck she ignores me or gives me this 'you're a fucking idiot Emily, there's no point helping you' look." I said, making an old women's voice that could resemble my ageing teacher.

"Well maybe if you weren't such an annoying ass-hole she would be more willing to help." Amy joked while looking at me, with a grin.

"Oh shut up and stop acting like an innocent angle." I teased. She reddened.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about." She lied. I laughed at her embarrassment.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of it Amy. It's not like I give a shit." I said with a shrug. "Talking off, how has it been with Mark?" Amy sighed. Her and Mark had been going off and on for a while, and I could tell it was taking a lot out of her.

"I don't know. I really like him, and he really likes me…"

"So? Why can't it just… work out?" I asked with a puzzled expression on my face.

"It's more complicated than that." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't get it."

"That's because you've never been in a relationship, or even liked anyone before." I shrugged at her comment.

"I don't see the point. All that it is, is showing someone that you can stand them for a long period of time without going crazy, and with a bit of sex on the side." She laughed at my assumption. "What? It's true."

"You're an idiot."

"That's why I'm failing English!" I shouted, making her laugh harder.

Our shift at The Gate had ended, and just as we were tidying up the restaurant Mark walked in. I was right next to the entrance so he spotted me first.

"Hey Emily. What's up?"

"The ceiling." I answered without missing a beat. He groaned at my terrible excuse for a joke.

"Really?"

"Mate, I'm tired, so there isn't gonna be any fresh content for at least 12 hours." He nodded in understanding and glanced around the restaurant. "Amy's in the back." I said, pointing a thumb, and cleaning a table. Mark smiled.

"Cheers." I finished the rest of the tables and mopped the floor before Mark and Amy came out from the back, arms linked, and smiling. Amy saw me.

"Sorry Emily but I'm gonna walk home with Mark… is that alright."

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Are you sure I mean I can…" I smiled at her.

"I'm sure. It's only a short walk, not gonna kill me to walk it alone." Amy hesitated but soon nodded and waved goodbye as they left the building. I finished mopping, and then went back to get changed and lock up. I checked my phone to find a new message from Dad.

-gonna be over here for another couple of weeks. Take any money you need from bank account-

I sighed. He was so oblivious, and I recon if I look in the account it's gonna be as dry as the Sahara. Such a loving father… didn't even send a goodbye.

The walk home was slower without anyone to talk too. I had been listening to music, but it could only do so much to distract me from the dull pavement and dusty street lights. I sighed and took a deep breath of boredom before my nose caught scent of something amazing. I mixed scent of flowers, baked bread and oranges. It was a strange combination and there wasn't anything close by that could be making such scents. I turned my head towards where I thought it was coming from to see a dark and threatening alleyway. I looked at it for a while, contemplating whether to go and investigate or forget about it. I shrugged off the thought of investigation and started to continue walking.

"Why, hello beautiful." A low and husky voice said. I stopped and glanced back to see a tall man, in a fedora and trench coat, leaning on the wall of the alleyway. I wasn't used to catcallers, but I had seen Amy's reactions enough to know what to do. I turned my head back, ready to walk. "What's your favourite colour?" He asked. It was such a random question that it took hold of my curiosity. I looked back to see that he was no longer leaning and was now standing only a few feet from me. I got a whiff of the same scent coming from him. It was captivating. I turned around fully and put my hands in my pockets to look more threatening and closed off.

"Army green." I answered simply. As soon as I had said it he reached into his pocket and produced a large army green rose. My eyes locked onto it. It was impossible. There was no such thing as a green rose, and I knew there was some type of trick going on, but for some reason my eyes would not leave the delicate flowers petals.

"You may have it." He purred. I looked up at him. He had gotten closer while I had been occupied and was now only a foot away from me. His fedora still covered his face but I could make out his small grin. I looked down at the flower and then back to him. There was something… off about him. My gut instinct was to just leave. So that's what I did.

"No thanks, got nowhere to put it at home anyhow." I said before putting my earphones back in and turning to walk away.

"I insist." He said, voice lower and more threatening, while grabbing my arm and shoving the rose at my chest. I looked down at the arm calmly and then back at his face, or lack of one. The hat had fallen back slightly to reveal that the only facial feature he had was a mouth, and that mouth was frowning at me. His teeth were as sharp as a sharks and although he didn't have eyes there was some sort of movement, that resembled anger, from where they should be. My eyes widened slightly.

Slenderman? No, Slenderman wears a suit and isn't real, but then who's this? Maybe Slenderman does exist but people have gotten his image wrong? I doubt it would be this wrong though.

I didn't wait to find out. I swatted his hand away and ran. I didn't see him come after me, but I didn't let myself stop in till I had reached my house. I glanced around wildly to make sure the coast was clear. When I had decided that it was I sigh out and opened the front door. As soon as the door was shut I took my phone out and called Amy.

"H…Hey! Stop it Mark its Emily. Hahah, I know babe shush." The cuteness made me want to puke, but I ignored it. "What's up?"

"Strange question, but is Slenderman the only Creepypasta without a face?"

"What? Why are you…"

"Is he?"

"Well no but. I don't know, just give me a minute. But, he does have 'brothers' of sorts. Why?" I sighed.

"I can't believe this is happening." I muttered.

"Emily what's going on?"

"I think I meet one of the brothers." There was silence from the other end.

"Emily, are you alright? You know they're not…"

"I KNOW THEIR NOT REAL AMY BUT WHAT ELSE COULD IT HAVE BEEN!" I shouted down the line. There was no response for a while. I rubbed my forehead and collapsed onto my sofa. "Amy I'm…. I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening and it's creeping me out."

"Okay, I'm sorry, tell me everything. Mark we're going to Emily's get dressed." She was concerned, and for good reason. I'm pretty chilled out when it comes to most things so for me to panic like that it out of character for me. I explained everything. The man, rose, scent and feeling of lack of control I had felt.

"That's sounds a lot like Sexual-Offender man." She confessed.

"Sexual what?" I asked.

"Look… If it had been anyone else to phone me a start talking about an encounter with a slender I would have assumed they were pulling my leg, but this is one of the only times I have heard you so worried. Also you've only just started reading Creepypasta, and Offenderman is pretty obscure. There aren't many stories of him so it doesn't make sense that you would have read about him to know what to describe, and your my best friend. That's why I believe you. We're outside." I open the door to see Amy with a phone to her ear and Mark standing right behind her. I let them in after ending the call.

"So what do I do?" I asked as I handed them both a cup of tea. Mike took it with a confused face.

"Well you can't go to the police. They won't believe you. Did he offer a rose?"

"Yeah, but I didn't take it. He asked what my favourite colour was. I said army green and he pulled an army green rose out of his pocket, like how does that just happen?"

"Well at least you didn't take it. He seems to live by a rule that you have to accept the rose in order for him to do anything."

"That's kinda stupid. His names Sexual- Offenderman, why does he need permission?"

"Well a lot of sources say that it's a charm. The person can't say no to the rose because they are obliged to take it. They want to take it even if they don't want to do anything afterwards."

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Mark shouts.