It was a dark, stormy, night around two a.m. In a quiet forested area of Oregon sat a lone house, silent of all noise except the rain pelting the roof and windows. This particular area of Oregon was always very rainy, and secluded from most people. The closest town was about two miles away, and not too friendly towards strangers. This was because of the paranoia around the town. This had become known as "Slender Sickness," because of the rumored creature in the forest. And this night, said creature was not just a mere rumor for one child.
A young girl, seven years of age, was asleep in her room. She has dark, chocolate brown hair, a cute, heart shaped face, and soft, pale lips. Standing she was average height for her age, a decent three feet, five inches. However, she was not alone in the room. A tall, pale, and faceless man stood in the corner of her room, watching her small form bundled under the purple comforter. The tall, faceless being, walked over to the side of her bed silently, sweeping through the small room in a few steps. The man was around 8 feet tall, and very slender. His skin was paper white. This, "Slender Man" as people called him, had been tracking this young girl for a few weeks now. He knew that her parents were going to die this very day, in a massive robbery while they were making a transaction at the local bank. They were going to be shot, hostages in the crossfire of police trying to save their precious paychecks. It silently infuriated the Slender being, how petty humans could actually be.
However, the impending death of the young girl's parents was not what concerned him. It was what would become of this unusual little girl, that did. She was born with the most magnificent, feathered, wing tattoos on her back. They looked to be inked in the darkest black, in a simple outline, the outer edge of the wings curling out at the tip. They weren't filled in, it was simply outlined boldly, and the feathers were the color of her skin through the "ink."
Generally the Slender never took an interest in children, they only served as his victims. This, however, was different. The being usually had dreamless slumbers, and it was perfectly content with that. It had few, and very few mind you, visions as it slept in warning of impending disasters so it could take precaution or move to a new location. Two weeks ago, is when Slender had his very first dream about a human being. This human being specifically. He saw her parents death, and how broken she was as any petty human would be, let alone at her age how alone she would be. But he saw something else too.
He saw her a few years later, when the wings materialize, and tear through the first layer of her skin, beautiful and black as night. At that point in the "dream" a disembodied voice echoed, a whisper in his mind, saying she was like them. She was to become a creepypasta, as him and all the inhabitants of his home were. And he was commanded to make it sooner, to raise her into the change. As much as Slenderman kept his dreams to himself, he told his brothers of this one, telling them he was going to follow his intuition, and go get the girl early. This, is what he was doing now.
Slowly and carefully, a thin tendril slithered from his back, and under the comforter that served as the child's only protection. He surprised himself with how gentle he removed the purple mass to reveal a tiny brunette, curled up in a ball, her long hair in curtains over her face. The tendril hovered over her for a moment, as it's twin slid up next to it, then in one fluid motion they went down and wrapped around the unconscious child's knees and shoulders. She stirred a little with a half whine, half mewl, as the Slender being lifted her from her bed, and carefully lowered her outside her window. He laid her in the soft grass out her window, then teleported out next to her, picking her up again and leaving to the woods at the west side of their lawn.