So I've gone through and revised all up to chapter six. The inspiration was drawn from a picture I saw seven or so months ago, of Jeff the Killer, Smile Dog, Slenderman, BEN, and a little girl (whose name I'm still unfamiliar with) living as a family. Anyway, I reduced the sue-ness of my lovely Xandra, and hope you guys like it~
Prologue
A unique-looking girl sighed as she walked off of her high school campus, onto the rain-drenched streets. The heavy, musty smell from the the constant rainfall hung in the afternoon air.
She had snowy-white hair that fell to her mid-back. Her bangs looked as if they were dipped in blood, a dark red color staining the white locks. The fringe hung over her right eye and forehead. She was albino, with papery skin and blazing red eyes, and was rather short for someone her age, a sixteen-year-old was typically a bit taller than five-foot-one where she was from, but she just happened to get those lucky genetics.
She ran across a street as rain began to fall again, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. It had been raining on and off for hours. Rain for five minutes, stop for ten. Rain for twenty, stop for five. Uneven patterns that spanned out monotonously.
Her hair hung limply, dripping, as the rain steadily increased. Black-lined eyes quickly lost their lining and coal-colored streaks danced down her cheeks, the makeup blending with water and streaking pale skin.
Red eyes set on a figure in the distance; a tall, lanky figure, cloaked in black, and faceless.
Faceless.
A wicked grin spread across her features as she dug through her Volcom zipper hoodie pockets and producing a battered android. Nimbly, she dialed her house number. Numb fingertips pressed to the touchscreen.
"Hello?" Came the voice of a little girl from the other end.
"Hey, kid, " The girl said, failishly flipping her soaked bangs to one side. Stray white hairs stuck to her forehead and were guides for the droplets of rain streaking her face. "I saw that Slender-guy again." She paused, hearing a gasp from the girl on the other end.
"You're lying!" The little girl cried out loudly, panic clear in her eight-year-old voice.
"Oh, but I'm not, " The teen said smugly, stuffing one hand into a pocket. "I see him as we speak, actually." Red eyes, again, trained on the figure. Static came from her phone as she steadily got closer. She narrowed her eyes.
Her sister, the girl she was speaking to, had told her something about static starting up when you get close to the Slenderman. Thankfully, her turn was close. She would not have to put up with it for much longer.
"Then get away from him! Before he gets you!"
The teen snorted. "Okay, kiddo, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be home in five."
There was a pause; the girl was probably looking around nervously, obviously overtaken by her extreme paranoia, caused by late-night Creepypasta reading and watching PewDiePie's walkthroughs of the game Slender. "Ah.. Okay... Run! He might ge-" The teen hung up her phone and looked to where the mysterious Slenderman was once standing, to see nothing.
She sighed. That little girl could get on her nerves sometimes. The teen slunked along the sidewalk, deep in thought about what she would do upon arriving home. It was a Friday, so her parents parents would be home late... She could settle into her room, blasting her favourite music with a case of Mountain Dew and her computer.
After a few minutes of passing large houses, she reached an even larger one, the front lawn like a grassy marsh and the walkway slick.
With a final glance over her shoulder, seeing a motionless black-suited figure at the end of the street, she walked to the massive oak double doors and tore the key from around her neck and jammed it into the lock, twisting it, and scuffling into the large place she called home.
Out of sheer temptation, she looked back one last time and saw a figure with a white hoodie and black pants on standing beside the Slenderman.
"That's new.." she murmured, before kicking off her wet skate shoes and walking up to her room.
...
"She's different."
Static ripped through the air. It would give any sane person a headache. But the static-communicating monster's companion was far from sane. Oh, so far away.
The white-cloaked figure, the monster's companion, could not help but cackle. "Of course I'd like to have her. I want to make her beautiful."
More static.
"Yes, that is what I'm talking about, Slendy."
The tall static-speaking monster shook his head disapprovingly as more static disrupted the patter of rain on the ground. Its long arms folded over its chest.
Rain dripped from the white-cloaked figure's black hair as his constant grin almost spread wider than it already was. "Well, I don't care what you think."
If the tall figure had eyes, he would have rolled them. Static.
There was a flash of lightening and rolling thunder.
And then they were gone.