Hello there guys, Crimson here.

So, I've had this idea in the back of my head for a while now, and thanks to people like Alice Kitten, I have finally gathered enough courage to post this thing.

Now, originally, I was never gonna post this. I mean, when it comes to myself, I'm not exactly the best. On my standards, that is. I always loved reading Slenderman fanfictions, they've always caught my attention. Possibly because I found him interesting, or maybe just because.

But, because I've never been someone to listen to anyone, not even myself at times, here is your story you guys.

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Me: Umm...Lilith, that's your cue...

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Me: What the hell, Lilith?

Lilith: *Sleeping*

Me:...And now i miss Amy...

Enjoy.

Blood.

It seemed to line the dirt ground, as she ran. she found herself slipping many times, only to pick herself up from the warm liquid soon after.

She had to keep running.

HE was after her.

She held back my want to cry, as she ran faster. Normally, she'd hide. Climb up in a tree, hide herself away. Why didn't she? She knew she could, but she was being held back. Why didn't she hide herself away? It was a feasible idea.

Yet, soon after thinking that, she pushed the thoughts away, cursing herself for being stupid.

It had said on one of the notes on a tree, "Always watching, no eyes." She muttered to herself, before tripping over a loose rock.

She yelped, falling face first into the blood-soaked dirt. Ever so slowly, she pushed herself up, spitting out the metallic taste of body fluid, before she felt the air chill. She couldn't move, as she heard a low static noise.

She screamed, feeling a tendril wrap around her ankle, before slowly pulling her back. She yelped, being held upside down, in front of the faceless person she tried so hard to run from.

The Slenderman.

She could hear a low chuckle leave the entity, tendrils wrapping around her limbs, slowly being pulled outward.

"I found you."

Lilith woke up with a cold sweat, head whipping from side to side, before she fell back down into the bed.

It was just a dream.

But, in a way, she feels as if she shouldn't be fazed by it.

After all, she did live with the creature that haunted her mind.

She groaned, rolling over, as she looked at the clock.

5:30 AM, January 22nd

With another groan, she rolled out of bed, landing on the grey floor, wrapped in her dark blankets.

She remembered a much simpler time where all she ever wanted was to be able to sleep in, ignore the alarm clock, forget school, and sleep in.

Lilith sighed, getting up; those times were merely memories now.

She stood up, her head a bit dizzy from the wall, before walking over to her mirror. You see, in her room, everything was either a really dark grey, or black. She had a black bed with grey covers, a black desk and chair, a black ceiling and floor, along with a black nightstand. Her dresser, closet, door and mirror were a sickening shade of grey.

She peered into the mirror, as if not believing that the person glaring back was her.

She had the same messy jet-black hair, messily cut to be a few inches above her shoulder, and two dark blue eyes. Her skinny figure was still all there, to the point where Lilith could be considered scrawny, but that never bothered her.

But, what did make her jump back in shock every now and then was her face. If you were to catch her, without her mask and eye patch, you'd notice a symbol in her left eye, looking like it was burned into her pupil; a circle with an X going through it.

The Operator's symbol.

Lilith pushed herself away from the mirror, before going into her closet. The huge wooden thing served only one use; keep her hoodie in a more-or-less clean place. She opened it up, pulling out the only thing that she kept since the past two weeks.

The hoodie wasn't the most beautiful thing, just an old slightly worn-out blood red hoodie, but in a way, it was one of her most prized possessions.

She quickly pulled it out, closing the door, before going over to the dresser. She opened it up, pulling out a thin black tank top and black shorts.

As she changed, she kept an eye on the door, making sure that no one would come in. After the last time Ben walked in on her changing, she really doesn't have the strength to get him out.

Or the buckets of ice water.

As soon as she changed, Lilith walked over to her desk, pulling at the drawer under it to reveal two of her other only possessions.

In the desk drawer, there was a mask and an eye patch. The eye patch was simple, a black string going through a thick sturdy black patch, simple yet efficient. As old as it was, you wouldn't be able to see the edges worn by age, unless you peered at it under a microscope.

And then, there was the mask. It was custom made, a simple black face, with a blood-leaking smile carved into it, and, right where her left eye would be, there was the operator symbol painted over.

She pulled the eye patch over her left eye, before adjusting the mask over her face. Ben had, on more than one occasion, pointed out that it was much harder to see when the mask and eyepatch worked against her like this.

What did he really know though?

She pulled the hoodie over, before quietly opening the door. It was a long wooden hallway, the second floor of the huge Creepypasta mansion. She stepped out slowly, shutting the door, before walking down the deserted staircase. She flinched, when a loud crash sounded from the room right across from hers.

Laughing Jack's room.

Lilith stayed still for a few seconds, making sure that she would be ready for a jump attack Jack, before shoving her cold hands into her pockets, turning away.

At times, she'd like to think that the placement of her room was a very good one. With her own room being right in between Sally and Ben, life was nice. Sure, she'd have to deal with the sounds of guns and other video games, while trying to ignore Sally as she played rather loudly, but, at the same time, she wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

As annoying as the ghost boy was, he was one of the technically nicest people here.

Which was saying something, considering the fact that she lived with other murderers.

Right as she got to the stairs that lead to the lobby, she took one more look behind herself.

At the very end of the hallway, right before the next staircase up, was a rather tall door. It was a dark brown, possibly red, with the operator symbol cut into the door.

It was the only room she'd never dare going into alone, unless ordered to.

She shook her head, walking down stairs. She quickly turned left after reaching the huge ballroom-like lobby, through the dining room, and into the kitchen. She needed to get out of the house before-

"What are you doing up so early, Adams?"

She flinched, the arrogant voice yelled from the dining room. Sighing, looking up, to see a figure bent over, looking into the fridge, before slamming it shut, "Nothing good; and this is why I should just wait for the old man to get his ass down here to make food…" He muttered under his breath.

He wore a white hoodie, a few blood stains here and there, along with black baggy jeans. His black hair was a long and messy mane, covering his lidless eyes and his one-of-a-kind cut-in smile.

"Good morning to you as well, Jeff." She muttered, searching for the pop tarts, before pulling out the silver packaging bag, "Also, I'm pretty sure that I've asked you before to never call me that."

Jeff shrugged, "Alright then, my bad, forgot you're trying to be all edgy like the rest of us here."
"What are you doing up so early, Shadows? Normally you're not here at this ungodly hour."

She growled, teeth bared under her mask, "Got anything else more civil you can call me?"

Jeff sneered, pushing past her, to cut her off from the exit, "I don't care for what you think, "He said, the smile seeming to grow wider, as he played with his knife, flipping it through his fingers, "Besides, I asked you a question, rookie."

Lilith growled lightly, "I normally go out at five thirty."

Jeff scowled, "Well, someone woke up late."

Behind the mask, her dark blue eyes widened, "…What?"

"You heard what I said," Jeff said, walking away without another care in the world, "It's 7:30 dimwit."

Lilith quickly stuffed the pop tart into her hoodie, walking out quickly. There was a very good reason that she leaves early, and, if she was fast enough, she could-

"Oh, morning, Lily!"

Lilith sighed, too late, "Same to you, Ben."

The spectral flew right through her, leaving a small feeling of a static shock racing through her skin, before scowling, "Do you mind?"

Ben shrugged, a smirk on his face, "Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all, "You're never really around; gotta enjoy ya while you're here, right?"

Before Lilith could question him, Ben landed on the counter, opening what looked like a sort of secret compartment, before pulling out what looked like some sort of battery, jumping off the counter with a small smile, "Also, Slender's gonna come down soon. He normally makes breakfast around eight." Ben said, a small smirk on his face, "Not that you'd know."

She growled, ready to lash out, only to have him fly right through the wall. She scowled, as friendly as gamer Casper was, he could be so annoying at times.

And yet, in a way, it was better for him to leave like that, she wouldn't want electric burns on her hands now, would she?

Feverishly, Lilith looked over to an old Victorian clock that sat in the corner of the dining room, eyes going wide, "I can make it out before eight." She muttered, running for the door…

…Only to have the old clock strike. Lilith winced, as the sudden loud bell ringing around in the sky, signaling the start of the day.

Just like that, a loud rush of people came down the stairs, and, before she knew it, all of the dining room chairs were filled up, the sudden loud chatter of many people filling her ears.

She sighed, her hand resting on the cold metal of the doorknob, before someone behind her gasped, "LILITH!"

She winced, before turning around, a small smile hidden behind her mask, "Good morning, Sally."

The little girl ran up to Lilith, hugging her on the spot, "I never see you in the morning! Why are you always gone in the morning?" she asked, green eyes practically glowing.

"Well," Lilith muttered, scratching the back of her head, as she thought of an answer. Truth be told, there were many different reasons for Lilith to leave early. One would be because she and Jeff just couldn't deal with each other, another would be because Ben was always trying to make a move on her, another could be because she was scared of Slend-

"Well, it doesn't matter!" Sally said happily, slowly dragging Lilith into the dining room, where everyone could watch, "You'll be joining us for breakfast today, right?"

She stuttered, watching as everyone's eyes fell onto her. She felt the desire, no, the need to get out, leave, climb up a snowy tree and hide away. But, now that everyone was watching, she couldn't say no. If anyone here knew anything, it's a simple fact.

NO ONE makes Sally mad.

Ever.

…Well, unless you're Jeff…

Lilith sighed, "Alright." she muttered, much to everyone's surprise.

Sally cheered, as she leads her to her chair, before sitting her down, "You're sitting next to me!" She said happily, before sitting down on her right.

Lilith felt foreign, as if she wasn't supposed to be here. She looked around a bit, trying to take her mind off of being stuck here, when she heard soft laughter coming from her right.

Slowly, she twisted her head around, only to have her nose poked by a much thinner and sharper one. She stared into light greyish-blue eyes, his mouth of fangs twisted into a smile, as he laughed. The clown wore some type of black and white feathers, along with a black and white striped long sleeve shirt and overalls.

She sighed, "Good morning, Laughing Jack."

Laughed Jack's smile widened, as his laughing did the same, "Oh, Lilith, don't be so formal!" He said, stuffing caramel candy, wrapper and all, into his mouth, "How many times do I have to remind you? Just LJ is fine!"

Lilith sighed, yet again, "Alright then; good morning, LJ."

"There you go! Must less of a mouthful, isn't it?" He said happily, before spitting out the saliva-covered wrappers, "Nice to see you in the dining room; sitting down for breakfast, no less!"

She nodded, "It's truly wonderful."

Laughing Jack's smile got bigger, as another laughing fit left his mouth, "I knew that it would be a good idea to mess with your clock!"

Her eye twitched, as the want to grab his collar and slam him into the table slowly rose, "You…Did…What?"

"Aww, don't be like that!" A voice yelled from another part of the table. The two of them looked up, only to catch eyes with the Link cosplayer, "You're just mad that LJ's prank took you away from whoever you meet in the woods!"

She could feel her face heating up, "What are you talking about!?"

Ben looked like he was ready to retort, when a rather powerful aura filled the room.

All eyes quickly went to the entrance, as big tall and faceless walked in.

"About time," Jeff muttered, playing around with his knife a bit, "What took so long? No wait let me guess; you had to rest your eyelids and have a nice beauty sleep."

Lilith couldn't help the groan that escaped her mouth. Sure, she wasn't around much, due to the fact that she'd spent most of her time avoiding them, but she was still aware of Jeff's cocky mouth. How he's able to speak like that to Slender and not feel the slightest bit intimidated, she'll never know.

"Silence, child,"Slender demanded, the calm deep voice vibrating in my head, with just a trace of irritation, "I would rather not hear anything else out of your mouth."With that said, Slender disappeared into the kitchen.

"Thank God we have him around," Another figure said. Her white perfect face held no makeup, with the only color being two full black eyes. She wore a simple short black dress, a kitchen knife hanging loosely at her side, "No one else would know how the hell to cook anything."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I can make Pop tarts!" Someone else yelled. He had orange-brown hair, amber goggles over his eyes, along with a mask tied around his face, covering the bottom of his mouth.

"You call it 'cooking'," Jeff snapped, "We call it "attempting to burn down the mansion too many times'! You burned the hell out of about twenty toasters before you got it down!"

"What can I say?" Ticci shrugged, "Toasters are hard to use."

A boy with a white mask and black painted features and a yellow jacket sighed, pulling lightly at his short brown hair, "Ticci, there is only one thing you really got to be mindful of. The lever."

Ticci shrugged, "Well, you never know!"

Masky sighed, "That made no sense…" He then stopped to watch the much younger Proxy, who was trying hard to balance a bunch of plates on his head, "…You know what, you never make sense…"

The only person besides Lilith who tried to keep quiet was a boy with a blue mask, black holes seeming to be carved in, with a sort of black liquid running down. But, even after what Masky said, Lilith could he him laugh lightly, before returning to eating his kidney.

"So, how does it feel to be on the big boy's table, Lilith?" Jeff asked, his cut in smile twitching.

Lilith looked around a bit, trying to get used to being in such an unusual place, "It's alright, I guess."

Masky laughed, "That's right, you've never been sitting at the table, have you, rookie?"

She growled lightly, about to shout, only to have Laughing Jack laugh, "Aww, don't be so feral! We already have Jeffery for that!"

"Don't call me that." Jeff muttered, looking like he was about to say more, when Slender came walking out of the kitchen, trays of food being held in his tendrils, while his arms were folded over his chest.

"What is all the yelling about?"

"Nothing, old man," Jeff muttered, as Slender placed the food on the table, "Just talking with a friend that's never around."

"A fine point made,"Slender said, before facing me with sunken in skin where eyes should be, "I do believe that this is the first time I've seen you at the table, Lilith."

She nodded, trying not to make it too obvious that she was still intent on looking for an early way out, "Well, sir, normally I'm out in the forest by now, but, my day was thrown off because my alarm clock was screwed with."

Laughing Jack gave her a knowing smile, as he proceeded to dump candy onto his plate, taking them out from his endless pockets, "What a shame, Lilith."

"It truly is." She muttered back, before looking over the food. The smells from the food seemed to drug her mind, asking her to reach out. The last thing she'd had eaten was a piece of bread.

That was two days ago for breakfast.

She placed some bacon on her plate, doing the same for Sally when she gave her those pleading eyes, before Masky looked up from the cheesecake he and the silent Hoodie was eating from, "Hey, boss, where are your brothers?"

At the question, Slender seemed to flinch slightly, "All you all need to know about them is that they are out and about. They should not be coming back at least till the sun goes down."

Lilith let out a small sigh of relief, not very fond of the second eldest brother, before lifting the bottom of her mask up. Just as she did so, she could hear a few gasps, while Sally and Laughing Jack watched closely, "…Can I help you?"

The table was silent, when Ben let out a small laugh, "Well, we've never seen a part of your face, that's all."

"And that is a big deal how?" Lilith questioned, sliding her mask back down, "I mean, you guys see Masky and Hoodie's face all of the time, right?"

"Well," Masky said, rubbing the back of his head, "No one sees my face because of how I have my mask, and we'll, Hoodie… You know."

She nodded, understanding. Hoodie was Hoodie, no one bothered to try to go farther than that.

"I didn't think that your skin would be that damn white," Jeff teased, "But then, not everyone can be as nice-looking doll face over here."

Jane stopped eating, looking up at him with her blank yet rage-filled black eyes, "What did you just call me, Dick?"

Jeff sneered, before standing up, "You heard me, bitch."

"Hey!" Lilith snapped, before attempting to cover Sally's ears, "Not in front of Sally!"

"And so?" Jeff shot back, his blue eyes narrowed with anger and slight amusement, "I didn't ask for what you think. You're not important here, you're merely a rookie who wasn't accepted by the real world and had the 'honor' of ending up here."

"Jeff, that's far enough-" Laughing Jack tried to cut in, only to have Jeff ignore him.

"No, don't try to curb this one, clown. We all know it, so let me make it clear as day."

"Face it, Lilith, you're the newbie around here," Jeff said, one hand on the table, as he leaned forward, pointing at her with his knife, "Don't go around acting like tough shit."

"Dude, too far-." Ben tried to cut in, only to suffer the same fate.

Jeff sneered, "And what are you planning to do about it, Ghost Boy? I can do whatever I want to her, and she can't do shit. She knows it."

To make his point, he drove his knife straight through her jacket sleeve and into the table, the sneer on his mouth having yet to die down.

Nothing could explain how much Lilith wanted to shout back. Pull the knife out of her sleeve and throw it at him. Even the middle finger would have been good enough for her. But, instead, she nodded, getting up, before stuffing her hands into her pockets, "...So be it then..."

Sally tugged at her jacket, looking up at her with those bright green eyes, "Where are you going, Lilith?"

Lilith ruffled her hair, "Well, it would seem as if I've over stayed my welcome," Lilith muttered, watching the triumph smile form on Jeff's face. "So, I figured that I should leave."

Sally let go, a sad look on her face, as Lilith walked out. Once she got to the doorway, she could hear a sort of whistling in the air. Tilting her head to the side, she stuck up her right hand, feeling a thin piece of metal, a blade, slip to a stop between her pointer and middle finger.

Lilith studied Jeff's blade between her two fingers, before turning around, tossing the blade back at the owner. His eyes grew wider, if that was possible, as he fumbled to catch it, "Do keep that blade out of my head," she said, "After all, it would be a waste to get the rookie's blood all over your cute little kitchen knife, don't you think?"

Lilith didn't stay around for Jeff's yells of fury, as she quickly got out of the mansion, pulled on her leather combat boots, before pulling her hood over her head.

She looked up to the sky, holding out a hand to catch a snowflake, only to have it melt in her hand. She sighed, pulling thin black gloves out of her hoodie, before walking off into the frozen wonderland, her safe haven.

She breathed in the cold chilly air, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as she smiled lightly.

In the forest, the only thing that hasn't changed for the worse, she was alive.

She was free.

…And yet, she was alone.

…Not that it was anything new…

She slammed her fist into a snowy tree, her boots sinking a bit more into the snow, before moving on.

Little did she know that, right where she hit the tree, a sickly shade of black started to crawl on the bark, lingering for a moment, before disappearing completely.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the world, a girl sat at a picnic table, a wooden shack behind her. She had pale skin, long messy raven-black hair, and seemed to have her eyes closed.

After what seemed like hours, her cat-like eyes snapped open, revealing a deep sickening shade of blue, that bent with her smile, "Oh, dear friend, I've found you." She said with a giggle, before getting up, her hands extending into claws, perfect white teeth growing into vampire-like fangs, "After so many other friends, I was beginning to worry."

She laughed, her voice sounding too young for how old she looked, "It's about time, I mean, after so many friends, I thought I just wasn't going to find you on my own!"

She then nodded, looking back at the old wooden shack, " I can't forget about my latest friend, the one who didn't talk much. But, at the same time, they don't matter. Now that I know where you are, it'll be nice to meet you."

Her laugh quickly caught on to become much eviler, turning from a child's laugh into a vulture's shriek, as she walked down the hills, eyes wide with a crazy light, "We'll be the best of friends. Daddy told me so." She said, looking up to the sky, the angle showing all the water that had been splashed onto her after her last game, along with the blood that had spattered, still running down her claws from the latest kill.

"Just you wait, we'll be like sisters."

There might be a lot of errors, and for that, I'm sorry. I'm not very use to writing in only third-person, so, I think that, even after re-reading this about three times, there might still be some errors. So, again, sorry!

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