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All my previous fans know I love the Slenderman. For those just arriving... well, I do love him. He's terrifying. I love all creepypasta characters as well... yes, even Jane the Killer. She's interesting.

However, this will focus on Him. Der Ritter. Slenderman. The Tall Man. Faceless bastard. Richard (if you understand this you get a cookie.) Whatever you call him.

For the Work of Drabbles fans I know I promised a goofy series but... I lied.

This is a high school AU. So everyone's human and just average kids... well...

mostly.

*cue evil cackle*

Rated T for gore and cursing.)

"What's going on? What's with the flashy lights?"

"... It's Dick..."

"Oh my god, where's Kori?"

"Please, this can not be!"

It was near midnight, in the small neighborhood in Jump City. However, anyone above the age of thirteen was awake, dressed in either pajamas or bathrobes. All of them were gathered in front of the house owned by what some people considered to be the most successful teenager in the whole United States, Dick Grayson.

Two nurses walked out, escorting out the most successful teenager... in a straitjacket. His black hair was mussed up, and his blue eyes rolled around wildly in his head. He moaned softly every now and then. A red haired girl with bright green eyes followed them. "Dick, Dick, speak to me!" She yelped.

One of the nurses shook his head. "He's drugged up, young lady, but still, stay back." He said.

The girl drew herself to her full height. "I am his girlfriend! I can stay near him, he knows me!" She huffed. She looked into the teenager's eyes. "Dick?"

A burst of cackles came from Dick and his eyes rolled back to Kori. He started speaking in Romanian rapidly, still cackling. Startled, Kori backed away. The nurses continued dragging the boy along, pulling him into the emergency vehicle.

Tightening the belt for her pink bathrobe, she scuttled over to the one who found him like this, Roy Harper, who was now sporting a black eye. "Roy. You will tell me what happened right now." Kori demanded. Roy didn't hesitate.

"Dick called me over, said he needed me over, now. I walked over, I find him in the closet. He's rocking back and forth and mumbling to himself, I'm thinking in Romanian. I try to shake him out of it, I get socked in the eye. He actually came after me with a pocketknife a couple seconds later. I got lucky that I didn't get stabbed, real lucky. I disarmed him and called 911... I'm sorry, Kori."

Kori was shocked, and she shook her head. "My... my Dick wouldn't do something like that! He's a good person!" She insisted.

Roy looked like he wanted to say something, but his shoulders sagged. He slowly wrapped Kori in a comforting hug. The redhead clung back, sobbing bitterly and asking quiet 'whys'.

And on the very outskirts of all this, a teenager with hair dyed bright green, in pajamas covered in monkeys and a loosely done robe the same color as his hair, was lifting up a video camera, recording the whole thing.

This was Garfield Logan. Sixteen years old, just starting his junior year. He'd just gotten this new video camera and was playing with it when he heard the commotion. So, after throwing on an unneeded bathrobe, he hurried outside and kept on recording.

He liked Dick. He had admired the older teen since he'd moved a couple doors down. They were friends. Over the last couple months though, since Dick had gone out on a camping trip with a couple other boys (Garfield was invited but he didn't go- there was a Clash of the Planets marathon he just couldn't miss), he'd been... strange. And now this.

It baffled the teenager.

Someone finally noticed Garfield. "Hey! Put that camera down, you little jerk!" He stormed over. Eeping, Garfield ran off, yelling an apology back. It wasn't like he'd put it on the internet, yeesh!

The next morning, video camera in hand, he went over to Dick's house. He had to apologize. His gaudy hair was its normal untidiness. He was now dressed in his normal clothes as well, a green t-shirt with Mario on it, blue jeans that had a hole in the left knee, and well worn sneakers with shoelaces that didn't match (one set was blue with black stripes, the other was neon green).

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the front door. He'd just turn in the recording to whoever was home. Dick was his friend and he didn't want to make him feel bad.

The front door opened. Garfield had been expecting Kori, or Roy, or maybe Wally... not this girl.

Her black hair was short, cut so that is was much shorter in the back than the front. She wore a blue sheer long sleeve shirt over a black tank top. Black jeans and boots completed the outfit. She wasn't goth, she didn't seem to be wearing much, if any, make up, and at her throat, a red jewel necklace was sitting there.

One of her eyebrows raised. "You want something?" She asked.

Garfield realized he was just standing there gaping, so he cleared his throat. "Hey, you don't know me probably, I'm Garfield, I'm one of Dick's friends... I kinda recorded what went down last night and I'm here to return the recording." He said.

The girl sighed. "Come in. I saw your picture on his wall." She opened the door the rest of the way.

Garfield walked in, pointing his video camera around at the walls. Dick's house was nice, clean, and definitely looked like a rich person's place. The girl cleared her throat. "I'm Rachel, Dick is a friend of mine as well. Not close, but when I heard what happened, I... had to see."

"Yeah, it's a bit surreal. I mean, Dick Grayson, going nutso? It just... doesn't seem like something that would happen to him." Garfield said, pointing the camera at Rachel.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "He didn't go nutso. He had a mental breakdown. He was entering his first year of college, he was being badgered by his father about his relationship with Kori, he was stressed. It happens. What's with the camera?" She asked.

Garfield laughed awkwardly. "It's a gift from my mom. I'm just playing with it." He said.

Again, the girl's eyes rolled. "I should've trusted my first instinct in calling you an idiot. So. Where's the recording?" She asked. Garfield remembered that and he dug into his pocket. He tossed the disk of last night over to Rachel.

After examining it, Rachel glanced back up at Garfield. "... Follow me." She said. She turned and walked towards the stairs.

Hot. Check.

Smart. Check.

Totally out of his league? Double check.

Yup. Garfield totally was crushing out on her.

He quickly followed her up the stairs, into Dick's room. Everything was being packed away into boxes. "What's with all the boxes?" Garfield asked.

Rachel sat at the desk chair. "I was asked by his father to start packing things up to ship back to Gotham. Dick will be transferred to a mental facility there until he gets better." Garfield's heart sank. Gotham was across the country. No way would be able to afford a plane ticket, and driving? Out of the question. He hoped that he'd recover quickly.

The girl had picked up a box under the desk and held it up to Garfield. "I found these, while I was digging through his stuff. I was reminded of it when you gave me the recording." She said, offering it to him. Garfield set the camera on the bed, still running, and picked up the box. He opened it up.

It had several disks inside, like Garfield's own. Each had a random number on it. "Huh." Was Garfield's only reply. He lifted out a random disk. Number one. Probably the first one he did then.

Rachel waited for him to put it back. "Garfield. Has Dick been recording something lately? Like a video diary or something?" She asked.

Garfield thought for a second. "Yeah, I think he was. Only saw him once this summer, we hung out at the beach. He had this really nice video camera with him. I asked him what it was for, and he said it was for some summer plan. Didn't see him again until last night."

Rachel seemed appalled. "You didn't even assume anything was wrong?" She said, voice going very, very cold.

Gulp.

"H-hey! I'm sorry, but he wasn't reaching out, I just figured he was busy with Roy or some of the other guys!" Garfield reached for that stupid excuse.

Rachel glowered. Garfield hoped that he totally didn't ruin his chance to ask her out for frozen yogurt.

Finally she sighed. "I suppose it would be too much to ask for you of all people to notice warning signs like that. Whatever. Can I ask you something?" She didn't wait for a response. "Look through those recordings. I don't have time, I have a lot of stuff to pack up... maybe you can realize what finally pushed Dick over the edge."

Cute girl asking him to do something. What else could Garfield say? "No problem! Don't got anything to do for the rest of the summer." Other than watch Clash of the Planets and banter on forums about the Klazz/Teran ship or the one he shipped, Klazz/Xeralei.

He tucked the box under his arm and picked up his camera. "Er, I could I have your number? So, you know, I can call you if I find anything." He asked.

Rachel shrugged. "Sure. Give me yours too, just in case I find something here." She said.

After exchanging numbers, Garfield left the house, box in hand, and rather giddy. He just got a cute girl's number!

He didn't expect to find anything.

I mean, seriously? What would he find, other than Dick eating cereal?

The boogieman?

(Oh Garfield...

Yes, he'll be the main character... although there will be more characters, definitely. We've already seen Speedy (Roy), and Starfire (Kori), and of course Raven (Rachel.)

There will be slight shipping, but not much... seriously. The damned Slenderman is chasing them. THERE IS NO TIME FOR BABYMAKING!

*Takes a deep breath*

I have strong feelings about that.

Well, bye byes, remember to review... or I'll sic Slendy on you.)