He was bleeding. I found him at around 2 in the morning when I was on my way home from my second (more fun) job. Sure, being a kindergarten teacher has its perks, but being the monster under my students' beds does have a certain appeal.

He was slumped on the ground against a tree. At first, I didn't see him because his suit blended in with the darkness around us. However, when I saw his arms and his faceless head, I knew exactly who I was dealing with.

The swirling clouds of darkness I'd been creating around me to hide my presence in the forest quickly dissipated as I walked towards him. He looked up at me with invisible eyes and a sense of dread filled my stomach. I ignored it and moved closer to him.

I looked around us for the reason that his black blood was pooling around my feet. I noticed an axe a few feet away that was also covered in the goo. A flick of silver caught my eye and I

Lovely.

I bent over and ran a hand across his forehead. It was cold and damp with sweat, and he let out a hiss at the contact. A strange, static sound filled my ears and my head began to hurt. I pursed my lips and gave him "the tone," the one I usually reserved for kids going into time-out. "Stop that, it's rude. Do you normally have a pulse?" I asked him, my hand moving to the place where his carotid artery should be. He made a menacing noise that sounded like a cross between a growl and a hiss, and a spike of pain drove itself through my head.

"Make noises all you want, I don't care. I know you can nod and shake your head, so answer me. Do. You. Have. A. Pulse?" I said again, glaring at him. My headache abated some as he seemed to realize that I didn't care that he was a tall faceless demon-man.

He made a noise that sounded like a cough. "Not…not usually." He said, caution and annoyance in his ethereal tone.

"Oh, but you do speak? That makes my life so much easier. I know your arm and is bleeding from what I assume is an axe wound, but your entire side is covered in this black stuff that I'm going to assume is your blood. What happened with that bear trap? Are your legs ok, or do I have to carry you?" I asked, looking at the dark goo that would have stained my clothes if I wasn't already wearing black.

"My legs are fine, the bear trap didn't do much." He said, wincing as I wiped some of the blood away from his arm. With a sudden realization, he tried to sit up suddenly, and I had to hold him down so he wouldn't hurt himself more. "Wait, what the hell do you mean, carry me? Do you know who I am?!" He asked incredulously, and though he had no facial features, the bone structure where his eyebrows would've been raised visibly. I looked at him, allowing my shadows to begin to form again. Clouds of darkness swirled behind me as I replied to the celestial man in front of me.

"Yes, I know you very well. You're the shadow that creeps along the hallway. You're the creature that hides among the trees. You're the terror that takes lost campers and never gives them back. But, you're also hurt. Badly. I can't very well become a proxy of Slenderman if I let him bleed out in my back yard, now can I?"


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