The Truth
Rated M
Disclaimer: I do now own Slenderman. His rightful owner is Victor Surge. I merely own the characters and the story-line.
((Here's another installment of my Mini-Series~ I hope you guys like it ^^ Also! You could say that the new characters here are inspired by the Scooby-Doo Gang! Even their names are similar to them XD. I did this for reasons...because they were funny reasons. Enjoy my little joke!))
Chapter 1
Hawley...
The tiny town in the middle of nowhere.
Like many small towns, Hawley was not your everyday tourist attraction or your ideal vacation get-away. Having only a few malls, a few main roads, and a few restaurants, the place was barely noticeable to those who passed by. Yet, those who lived there didn't mind; living in Hawley had it's comforts, even if they were small compared to others.
It was quiet, simple, but peaceful.
In just 3 months, that serene appeal disappeared into chaos and murder.
In that time, so many lives were taken...taken by a dark force that infected the town with a plague of death. Men, women and children, slaughtered like animals, were plucked away, one by one; the mass murders were so sudden and so horrid, so gut-wrenchingly disgusting, it scared half the town away in a blink of an eye, leaving the population down to nearly a third of its original size. Of course, their terror was reasonable, seeing that over 70 causalities were totaled in those measly 3 months.
Such an unsuspecting slaughter forced international news on the tiny, isolated township, keeping it cowering under the eager, sympathetic, and horrid gaze of an audience of millions. The whole world was tuning in to the terrifying but intriguing episode...
Not just for the murders...
But for the ludicrous yet seemingly real story behind them...
The Slend-
"The...Slenderman...?"
The young woman with bright red hair stared, with wide, disbelieving eyes, at the script her client's newest episode; she only blinked once before a deep sneer of confusion and annoyance made her nose shrink into her face.
"You look like a witch when you do that, Debbie~"
She then narrowed her eyes, turning her gaze to the man before her desk.
The man, her rather eccentric-looking client, kept his arms out out in excitement, smiling at her hopefully.
"Well? What do ya think?" He asked eagerly, like a child suspecting candy.
"...This is stupid, Frank..."
Debra threw the script to the side as Frank sighed exaggeratedly; she then gave him a tired scowl.
"Don't give me that," she retorted, pointing to the mess of papers. "Why, on God's green earth, would you want to do an episode on this?"
"Why not?" The blond man blinked.
Grumbling irritably, Debra sat back at her desk and rubbed her forehead, feeling a migraine coming on.
This was what she got for being a producer...
Namely Frank Jefferson's producer...
Mr. Jefferson was a newly famous MythBuster; he did amazingly well, considering he had his own show, film crew, and a massive audience who excitedly ate up the bullshit he gave them. While she had seen these types come and go, Debra had to admit that he was different with his crazy, adventurous personality.
Problem was...it could do both good and bad...and it often tilted terribly on bad.
Her idiot-pardon-eccentric client seem to always be in the middle of some mess, usually something Debra didn't agree to initially or didn't know until it was too late. He drove her up the wall with his tactics and insane ideas, but he made her money, and that she couldn't deny...
Critics called him an fanatic that needed to be instituted...
His adoring fans hailed him as a hero...
Debra just settled with calling him "just a fucking idiot"...
Sighing again, which was often when dealing with Frank, she opened one eye annoyingly, seeing him still there in her office...
"...You know you can't go there, Frank." She grumbled. "It'll start up to much emotional trauma for those people..."
Frank scoffed, neatly straightening his script.
"I'm not an asshole, Debbie." Debra snorted at that, but he ignored her. " Of course I'm not gonna harass the locals."
"Then what, pray-tell are you going to do?"
A sly grin appeared on his face, and the redhead knew she had asked the wrong question.
"I'm going to look for the Slenderman~"
Debra inhaled, feeling that one blood vessel almost pop in agitation.
"...How much will this cost me?"
"Nothing Debbie! That's the thing!" Frank grinned wide, leaning on the desk. "It'll cost you not a single penny~"
Rising an eyebrow slowly, her attention grabbed briefly, she bit the inside of her cheek and sighed loudly.
"...So...let me get this straight..."
"Ok."
Debra straightened up in her chair, resting her arms in her lap to stare at Frank with narrowed, exhausted eyes.
"You...you want to go to this town-"
"Hawley" Frank corrected her.
"Whatever. You want to go out there in the middle of nowhere, tread through 50 friggin'-"
"It's actually 59, Debbie-"
"ARCHES of cold, dark, "who-knows-what'll-happen" woods to hunt after some 10 - 12 foot tall mannequin with man-eating tendencies...!"
She inhaled, leaning closer, her eyes narrowed and almost shut, with a look of disbelief.
"...And you say it'll cost me nothing?"
"...Yep." Frank blinked, not even remotely put off by her mood.
Debra blinked back at him, staring for only a few minutes, before an oddly, sweet smile plastered on her face.
"Well, in that case, have fun!" She laughed happily, resting in her chair.
"Have all the fun you want! It's gonna cost me not a penny, and you get your show! Everyone wins!"
Frank smiled wider, picking up the script casually.
"So you're completely ok with this?" He asked lightly and amusingly.
"Completely!" Debra grinned, whirling around in her chair and already counting the money that would come in. "I'm on board 200%!"
"...Great! Because you're coming with us!"
Debra stopped and jerked her head to him, a smile of confusion on her face; her neck cracked a bit, and her eye twitched in annoyance.
"...I'm sorry..." She laughed lightly, rubbing her neck slowly. "Could you repeat that for me, hon?"
Frank blinked again. "You're coming with us~"
"...Son of a bitch-" Debra frowned deeply, sitting up. "And just why would I-!?"
"Because your boss said so~~"
Her anger turned to shock and terror, disbelieving his words.
"...He didn't..." She whispered with melodramatic angst, but Frank smirked smugly and showed her a memo.
"Remember that one episode we did when you guest-starred for the first and last time? The one with the pink flamingos~?"
"...I swore to never go back on that show...So why-?"
"Your boss thought it was, as he quotes, "funny as fuck", and decided you had to do another one~"
The jittery redhead ripped the memo away and read through it hurriedly, her right eye twitching the entire way. Frank chuckled lightly and, being the easy-going guy he was, patted her shoulder before taking the script.
"Welcome back to the team, Debbie~ I'll see you at the airport by 5 am."
Debra watched as he walked out the room, the smug smirk on his face the entire way.
"FRANK JEFFERSON, YOU ASS-HAT!"
Yep...that one blood vessel popped indefinitely.
End of Chapter 1
