This was based off a dream I had. It as in a dark wood. Kind of ominous now that I think about it. Slenderman was just standing there holding Hoody. His hoodie was darkened like it was wet you know what I mean? His face was a blank as ever as he looked at him, but it seemed to slowly contort into one of rage. Like the shadows were emphasizing the creases and stuff. His grip tightened on Hoody and I think he was shaking or something. Maybe. He slowly started to look up with that look that could probably kill and that was the end of it. Weird, huh? Too much Slenderman creepypasta I guess.
I watched as Master Slenderman lifted my friend. His hoodie was drenched in fresh blood. My mind was void of any thoughts. I was just taking in what I saw. Not feeling anything. I was too numb to feel anything. Was this shock or something? Slenderman looked down at him with his usual blank face. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. So I just studied my friend along with him. The worn shoes. The torn pants and shredded hoodie. His head just supported by Slendermans arm. Dirt stuck to him in clumps because of all the blood that still continued to slip from his wounds at the steady pace.
Was he... breathing? I couldn't tell. Maybe Slenderman's reactions could give me a hint on that. So I watched as I was unable to do anything else. Maybe Slenderman was just as stunned as I was. Just too numb to do anything else, but stare. I did nothing as I watched Slendermans face blank as it was start to contort and shift into one of rage. The darkness that surrounded us seemed to add to his look of rage. I stood there, my mind still blank as I watched the scene before me.
He slowly looked up. Looking past me and into the darkness. Looking like his flesh was about to rip and reveal the sharp toothed mouth that hid beneath his skin. The look that you never wanted to draw out of him, the one that was rarely seen, the look that meant that you were as good as dead. They would die a painful death. That I was sure of. My friend was dead and it hit me hard then. I dropped to my knees. Hoody...
You have got to feel bad for Masky though.