I got this idea while watching a bunch of let's plays of Slender: Survivers (yes, it's officially spelled incorrectly because the makers of the game were Russian). The names of these characters are, of course, Russian. I'm assuming the game's location is also somewhere in Russia, though we may never know that unless the makers say something on that topic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Slender or Survivers. I only own my characters.
I hope you like it! Enjoy!
Slender: Survivers: Nights of Blood
"Did you hear about it?"
"Da! A bunch of elementary school students disappeared while being taken home last night. Poor kids…"
"The police are still searching for them. No sign of the bus on its usual route. It didn't even come back to the garage yesterday."
"You think the bus driver kidnapped them? I heard he was having family trouble…"
"Maybe he's one of those head cases."
"Nyet, Mr. Antonov is a good man. Just because he has family trouble doesn't make him a head case. I trust him to bring my daughter back from private school every day. Something must've happened."
"You think the bus was attacked?"
"Da, something had to have happened. Why else would Mr. Antonov not come back from his route with the children?"
"Oh, I hope they're okay. Those poor dears…"
.o.o.o.o.
*hic* *sob*
*sniffle* *hic*
"I want my mom…"
"Shhhh… It'll be okay. I'll get you home, you know I will."
"But…your arm…"
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
A group of small children are huddled in their seats in a school bus. They're around the ages of eight and nine years old. There are about fifteen children present. Walking slowly up and down the aisle of the bus is an older man, gently shushing the children. He's watching the windows fearfully, wrapping up his left wrist and hand in a cloth bandage. It's already turning a slight pink…
"Mr. Antonov, you'll get us home, right?" a little boy, three seats back from the driver's seat, whimpered.
"Da, of course I will. I haven't failed to get students home before, come blizzards or black ice. I'll get you home this time, too. Don't you worry," the bus driver, Mr. Antonov, reassured.
Once all the children were settled in their seats, Mr. Antonov headed back up front and sat in his seat. He experimentally turned the key. The engine rumbled before sputtering into silence. Still dead, he thought, frowning.
He narrowed his eyes into a glare upon seeing them outside. The wolves. Their eyes shone silver as they circled around the bus' front, where the headlights still shone. The light cut through the foggy darkness, revealing a poorly-kept dirt path stretching out in front of them.
Some shortcut this turned out to be, Mr. Antonov thought darkly as he pulled down the radio. All he got was loud static. I should've taken my usual route instead of this shortcut. I thought I could avoid the construction yard altogether… And with those wolves circling around…and my gun out there…
He'd dared to leave the bus half an hour earlier, hoping to see if there were any recognizable landmarks. They'd passed some kind of mountain, though it looked broken down the middle. He could still see it far behind them. He'd barely left the bus for five minutes when the wolves rushed in. He'd managed to shoot three of them dead before one jumped on him, teeth sunk deep into his lower left arm, dangerously close to his wrist. He'd managed to knock it away with the gun before making a break for the bus, closing the doors seconds before the beasts could get in. Unfortunately, he's dropped the gun in his haste.
We can't leave, we can't stay… Now what? I can't reach the garage with the radio. The engine died on us the moment we went past the gate. The wolves are probably chewing the tires up. Is the world against us? Mr. Antonov wondered.
"Daddy?" a little girl, seated behind and across from his seat, said softly. "Are we going to die?"
"Nyet, my dear Raisa, nyet! We aren't going to die!" Mr. Antonov whispered softly, turning to look at her. He stroked her dark hair and small face gently. "I won't let that happen. Daddy will get you home, I promise."
"Da," the girl, Raisa, nodded. "…They're doing it again."
"Huh?"
"Howling," Raisa whispered. "They're howling, daddy."
Mr. Antonov listened. Indeed, the wolves had begun to howl again. They could all hear it loud and clear. The children began to softly cry, begging for their homes and parents. The bus driver felt their pain. All he could do was give them hope.
Raisa reached out to grab his injured hand, looking at the pink stain. "Daddy?"
"Da?"
"Are you going to die?" she asked softly, running her thumb over the stain.
"Nyet, I won't die. I have to protect you, remember?" Mr. Antonov smiled softly, patting her head as he knelt down by her seat. "And daddy never breaks a promise."
"Mommy did," Raisa said softly, lowering her head sadly. Tears welled up in her blue eyes. "Please don't die, daddy. I don't want to be alone!"
"Oh, Raisa," Mr. Antonov said, gathering his daughter up. "It will be okay. Daddy isn't going to die, I promise. We'll get out of here and go home together."
"Promise?" the girl asked between sobs.
"Da, I promise," Mr. Antonov said softly, hugging his little girl close. "We will go home, you and me, together. And daddy never breaks his promises."
Raisa sniffled, hugging her dad back. "…Okay… I'll hold you to that."
"I know you will," the bus driver chuckled, stroking her hair gently. "I love you. You know that, right?"
"Da," she nodded. "I love you, too."
"Good," he said, smiling.
They held each other like that as the wolves continued to howl…