When Your Dad is Slender Man
Summary: I gave up my hopes for normalcy early in my life. Why, you ask? My dad is Slender Man. I can't have normalcy. But you know what, I can deal with that. My name is Hannah, my life is pretty crazy. So…Welcome all.
Rating: T for language.
Hope you enjoy. I don't own Slender Man. I do however own Hannah!
~o~ Start ~o~
: FML, Tabby, do u have Casper's #? : I texted frantically.
: Uh yeah, y? : She replied.
: I need it, stat! : I texted.
After she finally sent the number I sighed in relief! I needed her however I could get her right now! : Yo Cass, I've gotta situation! : I sent.
: Yellow, what's up? : She replied.
: I'm in cooking class and I'm sitting next to Jasper! FML, what do I do?! : I texted in a panic.
: Did you just ask me the best way to hit on my best guy friend? : She replied.
: Well, yes. I guess I just did. : I replied with a sheepish smile my friend couldn't see.
: Lol, yeah, yeah, I hear ya. :
I chuckled as we texted back and forth. I tried to keep the attention to myself small since the lights were going to go out in the classroom soon. We were going to watch a video. The class had gotten new seats today and I was seated next to my biggest crush. The said crush was best friends with one of my friends. Her name is Casper. I needed info from her, on Jasper, my crush, so I could hopefully flirt with him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a flirt to start, but I had a major crush on Jasper.
My name's Hannah in case you were wondering. Oh and that girl I was texting that I called Tabby is another close friend of mine named Tabitha Keither
The lights dimmed, as they were old like the school itself, and then puttered out as the video rolled. I began my attempts at striking up a conversation with my crush.
~*~ after school ~*~
I silently mumbled my relief as the ridiculously loud bus pulled onto my street and opened its doors. As I made the way up the isle I managed to avoid Lucas Parker's stuck out foot. "Enjoy your weekend Creeper!" Lucas shouted causing the bus to become louder with insult.
"AW CAN IT ALL OF YAH!" another friend of mine shouted.
I smiled in appreciation as Skype Mayne, a tough hockey player that no one had the guts to mess with, stuck up for me. "Thanks Skeeter." I smiled.
"Not a problem Nan-Nan, have a good weekend." She smiled.
Once I was off the bus and gathered up my things I walked down the street and stopped at the sidewalk in front of a paved driveway which at the end laid my house. I loved the look of the black and gray Victorian house with 4 stories, a trellis, and woods in the background that seemed to frame the house. It wasn't the creepiest house on that street in all actuality. I walked up the driveway and waved to Smile, my dad's dog/wolf thing. I sighed and threw his Frisbee before continuing up the driveway.
Once I got up to the door I opened it and waited for Smile to go through before entering and throwing the door closed. I dropped my stuff next to the door and began to walk past the kitchen. "Hannah, your bag!" my mother reminded me. I groaned; I couldn't get away with that when she was in the kitchen. The doorway to the kitchen was wide and directly four feet away to the left from the front door.
"Say hi to your father if you're going upstairs," my mother called, "He's been waiting to ask you about your day!"
"Liar," I mumbled, "He's probably not home."
I trudged upstairs and took a right. My dad's "office" came before my own bedroom. As I passed I threw out a lazy 'hey' and continued to my room, not bothering to see if he was actually there. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad to pieces and was a daddy's girl at heart, I just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I went straight to my room and opened the door. I could see my dad's pale head poking out of the 'office' out of the corner of my eye and he knew I could see that. I ignored him and the worried look, instead going into my room and not-quite slamming the door shut.
I flopped onto my bed and sighed with relief and a twinge of sadness. I sighed and tried my best to get in a quick nap before calling my friends. I had the entire weekend to do homework. I half-heartedly flicked at the globe style Rubix Cube on my sill. My room was painted white on two walls and black one other. Since my room faced the forest that wall was an assortment of windows of various sizes. The walls were decorated in spider webs, painted of course, and a few of my own artwork. I had never cared for posters since I hated the feeling of being watched. My bed was pushed into the far corner to the left and next to it was a nightstand with a lamp and a clock. My dresser was across the room in the middle against the wall and my radio and about a hundred CDs were piled on top. Clothes that missed the hamper were scattered around said hamper and my desk, laptop, and artwork was pushed against the wall as well to the right. My closet was almost empty as I preferred to keep my clothes that I actually wore in the extra dresser at the foot of my bed.
Too many times the Observer or one of my dad's brothers popped out of it and scared me half to death. I usually got pissed two shits at my dad for chuckling at me instead of scolding his brothers. I sighed again and checked my phone for messages and then tried updating my e-mail. When there were no messages and the only e-mail was from creepypasta, which was alerting me of a new follower; I lied on my bed feeling a headache from school. The school day could have gone better I knew that. I curled up on the bed and buried myself under the covers. I didn't want to come out until supper. I felt a soft hand place itself on my covers. I jumped a little. I peeked out from under the covers and saw my dad. I tried to go back under the covers but he caught them and pulled them back a little more. I rolled over so I wouldn't have to face him. He was persistent in trying to get me to look at him. Dad eventually rolled me back over using his tentacles and I gave in and hugged him. He put a hand on my head as I hugged him. I didn't have the courage to look at him. If I looked at him he'd know I had a bad day, then he'd want to know why, I'd then crack and tell him, next he'd find the crush I had tried to talk to preferred the girl on his other side, then dad would go and eat them. I…yeah, I had to try and avoid looking at him.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine dad. I just had a stressful day." I said with a sigh.
"Don't you lie to me," he warned, "I will read your mind if you-." He began to threaten me.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I howled in anger and shoved my dad out of the room in a flash of fury. I slammed the door in his nonexistent face and leapt into the bed to cry. I buried myself in my covers and sobbed. I just wanted to be left alone and relax for once! Was that too much to ask for?
"Hannah!" my dad exclaimed and merely teleported into my room.
I leapt from the bed and pushed past my dad, dodging his tentacles and down the hall. I pushed past my "uncle" Jeff. Funny, I hadn't known he was here. I sprinted down the hall and once again shoving my dad out of the way as he teleported. I reached the bathroom, having to wrench aside my dad's tentacles, and locked myself inside. I sobbed into my knees as I leaned against the tub. Outside I could hear Jeff and my dad.
~*~ Slender's p.o.v ~*~
"Why does she keep shoving me aside?" I asked Jeff, the kid was much younger than I was.
"You have to give them room and space. You can't force her to spill her heart out to you Slender. And I know for a fact you can't threaten to read her mind. That'll only make her madder and more frustrated." He advised.
"You mean I made it worse!" I began to panic.
"Ya sure did." Jeff nodded. I began to try and force the door open but Jeff wrenched me back.
"Jeff, let go. I have to help her. She's my daughter." I snarled.
"No what did I just say about giving her space?" Jeff smirked.
I growled and stiffly let go of the doorknob. "Then you want expect me to do?" I growled.
"Nothing let me talk to her." Jeff supplied.
"Why you and not me?!" I growled in outrage.
"Face it Slendy," I snarled at his nickname, "You pissed her off two shits and now she's isn't gonna talk to you until it gets worse. Let me talk to her. I am her favorite "uncle" after all." He smirked.
"…Fine, but if you make it worse I will kill you." I threatened.
"Yeah, yeah, save your breath Slendy." Jeff disappeared in a column of fire.
I sighed tensely and went downstairs to talk to Winona.
~o~ Hannah's p.o.v ~o~
I heard the voices fade and disappear and for a few seconds everything was perfectly silent except for my sobs. Unfortunately the silence was ruined by the unmistakable sound of crackling fire. That could only mean Jeff had used his flashy teleportation to get in the bathroom.
"Whoa kid," Jeff's voice rang out in the quiet, "who broke your heart?"
I growled and darted up to sprint to the door but unfortunately for me Jeff was faster than me and caught my arm and pulled me since he was also stronger than me. I was pretty strong to begin with so it only made me madder. "Whoa girl, chill out. I only want to talk." He tried to say more but I cut him off.
"Yeah? Well, I don't want to talk." I struggled against him. He held on tight, too tight.
"God damnit Jeff let go of me!" I shouted.
"No, not until you talk to me." he said calmly. Damn bastard.
"I already said I didn't want to talk about it!" I growled and struggled harder.
"Will you just calm down." He threw me down into the tub and grabbed my neck in his fist. I saw fire in his eyes and knew I was in deep trouble. He was a killer after all.
"If you'd calm down for five seconds maybe we wouldn't be fighting. Damned brat." He snapped.
"I'm not the one who's damned you bitch shit!" I shot back. The killer seemed startled by my retort but recovered just as quickly.
"I'm not damned." He snarled.
"Whatever you need to keep telling yourself you stupid murderer, I don't have to believe it." I screamed and whipped around to turn away from him. "Why isn't dad here instead of you? Did he just send you in to deal with me?" I choked out.
"Do you really think that little of your dad?" Jeff spat and grabbed my shoulder. I shrugged him off and hunched back over.
"Sometimes I do. Leave me alone Jeff." I groaned.
"Whatever makes you happy." He growled and faded in a column of roaring flames.
I guess he left more pissed than he came in. He might even be madder than me…
~o~ Slender's p.o.v ~o~
Jeff teleported into the kitchen and muttered curses under his breath. As he passed me he growled out, "She's all yours." With that Jeff grabbed an apple and teleported away. I became worried for my daughter and quickly teleported into the bathroom where Hannah was. I found her with fading marks on her neck and crying in the bathtub. I rushed over and quickly pulled her from the tub. She struggled but seemed to give up before I even had to use something against her.
"Hannah, what happened?" I asked calmly.
"I don't want to talk about it." she ground out.
"I meant your neck." I clarified.
"Oh, Jeff grabbed it." she said.
"That little bastard," I cursed.
Hannah seemed surprised to hear me cussing but hid her emotion quickly and looked away. I brought her in for a hug and kissed her forehead. She seemed to snap at that and began to sob uncontrollably into my suit and gripped the edges tighter. I rubbed her back gently. She stopped gripping the suit and instead threw her arms around me in a crushing hug. I let her sob as much as she needed to. I eventually grew tired of standing and picked her up before carefully taking her back to her room and sitting down with her on her bed with her in my lap. Her sobs had lightened a little and her hug was still there but barely.
"Shhh, Hannah, I'm here. I won't let go." I said softly.
"Thanks dad." She mumbled and eventually fell asleep.
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I wanted to show a little bit of Hannah's relationships with her dad and a few others before I really got the story going. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!
Ja ne later,
Songbird O.o