AN: Greetings and bienvienue, my faithful test subjects~ :D This is a rewrite of Slenderman, Slenderman, which upon re-reading after a period of writer's block, I realized, 'Wow. This sucks balls.' When I said as much, my co-creator looked up at me with a deadpan expression, 'You're right. It does.'
'Well, why didn't you say anything!'
'Meh. You're a smart girl. You should've figured it out by yourself.'
'-_-.'
Thank you, Key. XD You are such a bro.
…Anyways, back on topic. As of late, I've had very little spare time, as my teachers, who seemed to have remembered how little time we have left in school, have decided to literally start shoveling work down our throats. Also, I've begun practicing for volleyball. My arms hurt. ):
…Oh well, enough about my problems. Enjoy, please~ :3
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Before I begin, there is something that I must make perfectly clear to you all. This is not my story. I didn't want to be involved in this bloody train wreck. I wasn't present for most of these events.
By the time I decided to intervene, it was already far too late.
…I
I'm sorry.
God, I'm so sorry.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
This never should have happened.
I am drained, physically and mentally. My hands are shaking horribly as I write this.
I can scarely bring myself to sleep anymore.
I'm so tired…
I'm more than aware that I'm going to die. Whether it's by my own hand or his.
I wonder…
Is it so horrible that a part of me is grateful? He is everywhere. I see him everywhere now.
He whispers to me in my sleep. Says he will kill them all. It is only after I wake up that the realization hits me.
They are already dead. I know this…but…
Why does it feel as if I am being ripped apart with each reminder?
There was nothing you could do, nothing you could do, never anything that would prevent this. Bloody bullshit…
Anything would have been better than nothing…
I…
I just wanted…
That damn idiot! He should never have…
I won't be lucky enough to escape again.
… no, maybe that isn't the right way to phrase it. I am just too tired to run anymore. Even so, I can't help but laugh in my own hour of despair. Perhaps he's finally driven me mad. That would be more than a fitting punishment, wouldn't it?
…he never should have associated himself with me in the first place!
…Why couldn't he just…
…I'm getting off topic though, aren't I? I apologize, I'll try to avoid that in the future.
Why couldn't he...?
Why couldn't I have…?
I've only one last thing to say before I begin. A precaution for anyone who might happen to pick up these papers.
There were never going to be any survivors.
But maybe the greatest tragedy is how innocently it began.
…Why couldn't I just have died…?
AN:
And so begins the journey….Again. This time, with a completely different game plan. (There is one this time, you guys! :D) The long, heartrending, horribly complicated journey from which no one shall escape alive. XD This is what I do to characters I love, people. I sic SlenderMan on them.
You don't even wanna know what I do to the characters I hate. ) Go on. Guess.
He dares you.
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…MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE FTW! ;D – My Co-Creator/Editor
