AN~I don't own any of the characters except for Amelia/Pandora.

I was dreaming, or what felt like a dream. Maybe it was more like a nightmare wrapped in the allusion of a dream. I was curled into a fetal position swallowed by darkness and the only noise that played was the soft lullaby tune. When the words slowly spun around me like a spider's web I slowly opened my eyes. I was floating above my bed and was looking down at my body.

A gasp left my lips as my eyes, my body's eyes, blinked open and a devious smile crept onto my, er her lips.

"Finally," the word that left her lips were raspy. My eyes were a darker shade of green, and for some reason my hair had darkened almost to a black. She sat up and glanced my way. "Amelia, let's play a game. I'm Pandora and I'll be playing the part of Amelia." She tilted my head to the side. Her voice was silky now that she'd spoken a bit more.

"The voice," My words felt hollow on my lips. My voice didn't seem to leave my lips, just sounded off of me. "You're the voice in my head. That lullaby."

She smiled as she stood off my bed and walked towards the door. "Let's finish those men off, shall we?"

"Wait, what are you doing? I'm only in short shorts and a tank top!" I struggled at first to glide towards my body.

"We'll be taking a shower before we go to school, it'll just be easier to dispose of these skimpy clothes rather than your usual outfit." Pandora said as she twisted the knob and moved down the hall just as if she were the ghost and not me. I glided along the wall keeping up with her long strides. She slid into the kitchen and glanced around and found the drawer that contained the knives. She grabbed two very long, very big knives and smiled happily as she pushed the drawer shut with her hip.

"Brother or dear ol' daddy first?" She asks looking up at me. I'm silent and just glance down the hall.

"Dad first," I whispered. She chuckled as she started down the hall, she lightly dragged the tip of her knife against the hall's wall. She stopped in front of her parents' room. Slowly she pushed the door open with the tip of her bare foot. The door creaked open, the old wooden floor creaked slightly as she closed the space between her and the bed stopping on her father's side of the bed.

I flash back, the room was dark, with a small little light coming from the adjoining bathroom. I was on my father's bed, underneath his sweating form. His body heated against mine, tears staining my face as my body had been defiled by a man that was supposed to protect me. The man I was supposed to feel safe with, because he was my father. Fathers weren't supposed to be the ones that broke their daughter's innocence. But mine had.

"Kill him," I said harshly as hatred filled my veins. Pandora smiled as she grabbed a shirt and balled it up. She climbed on top of my father, sitting on his chest with his arms pinned to his sides. Words silently left her lips and her legs began to glow softly in a purple hue. She stuffed the shirt into my father's mouth. His eyes sprang open in confusion.

"Daddy, dearest, I got something for you," Pandora whispered as she leaned down. "But you gotta be quiet." A lewd look passed over my father's eyes. He glanced down towards his mouth in a questioning look. "Gotta keep you quiet, when I do this." She slowly held up the knife high enough that he could see the blade. The lewd look dissipated and a look of terror took its place.

"I'm going to end your sick little game," Pandora smirked. She pressed the shirt deeper into my father's mouth. His breathing became more rapid through his nose. He struggled underneath her but couldn't get out from under her. My mother stirred but didn't wake up. She pressed the tip down on his bare chest next to the sternum on his left side, had to be close to the heart. "Are you afraid?" His head started to nod quickly. "So, was she, but you didn't care did you? And neither do I. You're not my father, just her's. Your crazy, fuck up of a daughter. Right, that's what you called her?"

The knife pressed harder and pierces his chest and quickly slid the rest of the way in.
"Look at that, it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would," She teased him like he had to me. "Now, die," She whispered as she slid the knife down along his rib to his side, making sure to slice every organ that was between the ribs on the left side. She picked her knife up and repeated the act on the right side. We watched as the life drained from his eyes till they were lifeless altogether. Then Pandora slid off my father and crept out of the room. Mom wouldn't be up till I was already at school, so I had a while before then.

We slid across the hall and into my brother's room. Thomas was sprawled out on his bed as he slept peacefully. Pandora smiled, "Your brother at least was kinda cute."
"He's my brother though, he shouldn't have sided with either the bullies nor do what father did too," I said crossing my arms. An odd feeling had started to crept inside of me. I was getting almost as much joy out of killing them as Pandora. She grabbed a shirt off his floor and balled it up to. She did the same thing she had with my father, get up on top of him and started to glow purple, stuff the balled up shirt into his mouth. His eyes shot open as well in confusion.

"It's okay, Tommy, I did this with father too," She whispered leaning down. "And because I did it with him, it's okay I do it with you. That's your logic, right?" She smiled down at my older brother. Confusion played in his eyes. "Stay quiet big brother, don't wanna wake up mommy right? Don't want her to know what big brother is doing to his little crazy sister, right?"

As it had happened to my father, so it happened to my brother. The knife pierced his sides both on the left and right side of his sternum. And again we watched the life drain out of his green eyes, the same color that mimicked mine. We again slid out of his room and down
the hall so I was in the bathroom.

"I hate that we have to wash off this pretty crimson color," Pandora huffed as she stripped my pajamas off.

"Wh-what are we go-going to do?" I stammer as I sat on the sink counter.

"We're going to kill everyone that picked on you," Pandora said over the sound of the shower. "Well, not all of them, we can't draw that much attention to us right away. That last class, the one that filled with 'em, we'll kill every one of them." Part of me knew this was wrong, that I should be trying to stop her now, that if we stop it won't be that bad. But the other part of me already knew it was too late to stop, that we were already going to be in trouble that if we are going out, we're going out with a bang. I was quiet as she got out of the shower and pulled on my normal wear, a purple top with a gray hoody over it, and dark blue jeans. She wrapped the two blades in my bloody shorts and stuffed them into my backpack. My sleep top wasn't bloodied at all so we threw it into the clothe hamper. Then we were off to school.

The school day had started off normal, well my form of normal. Being greeted with harsh words from the popular clichés. Pandora played me excellently, quiet or when she did talk she stammered. In the middle of the day I was called down to the principal's office.

"What if they figured out it was us," I asked Pandora.

"They couldn't have, we didn't leave any traces," Pandora thought inwardly towards me. We were at the principals door. She hunched over slightly, like I normally hold myself making myself as small as possible. Pandora knocked on the door.

"Come in," Her voice rung out. Pandora opened the door and shuffled in closing it behind her.

"W-what's wro-wrong now?" Pandora stammered like I would as she sat down in the seat across from Mrs. Witz.

"Amelia, dear," She started off. There was a police officer standing behind her. 'If we were going to be taken away, there would be more than one police officer,' Pandora thought to me. "I-I'm so sorry dear. But the police have discovered your father and brother dead this morning. It must have happened after you left for school today. The police assume the killer had either been your mother or someone close to your mother. She has vanished and there are no signs of a struggle on her end." Pandora gasps and acts sad, she plays disheartened and what you expect from a teenager when confronted with this ordeal.

"I-I ju-just want t-to pre-pretend that everything is no-normal for now," Pandora stuttered. "One more day to pretend th-that nothing has happened."

"Alright, we'll respect your request. After class today, come back here and we'll help you," She said with a kind smile. It was weird I thought, she was being so kind to me when a week ago she had threatened to expel me about a week ago for confronting her about the harassment I was getting from the football players. We shuffled out of the office and back to class. The rest of the day played out normally until last period.

I was in the back, in my normal corner seat. Pandora was smiling, knowing what was going to happen to this room full of dark people that pretend to be good people.

"This is not a drill, we have a lock down in session. I repeat this is not a drill." Mrs. Witz's voice rings over the announcement. The teacher, Mr. Todd, went to the door and locked it.

"Everyone to Amelia's corner," He said with a grin. I could feel Pandora's eye twitch as we stood up. She carried the bag with her to the front door pass the students and teacher. Slowly she unzipped the bag.

"Amelia, get to the corner," Mr. Todd demanded.

"How about no," Pandora smirked as she pulled out the cloth ball, she unwrapped the knives and took one in each hand. They each had dried blood on them. I slowly pulled them out and stood up right. She spoke sweetly, "You little insignificant deviants. I had to sit and watch you little brats torment this fucking body, over and over and over again. But now, Amelia isn't the one in control, and I refuse to let you children even attempt to torment me. I'm much, much older than any of you, even you Mr. Todd."

"She's finally snapped," one of the cheerleaders joked. I felt Pandora as her lip twitched upwards in a smirk.

"Nope, I just finally have a hold of her body," Pandora said. With that the first guy came charging at us. It was the star quarterback player. My body started to take on the purple hue as words flew out of Pandora's lips. With ease Pandora had him down on the ground bleeding to death, screams filled the air as one by one nineteen students and a teacher fell to the ground gasping near death, all close to death if not dead. One student sat in the corner hugging her knees to her chest.

"You," Pandora said as she walked over. The girl didn't look up right away so Pandora held
her knife under the girl's chin and tilted her head upwards. The girl yelped in pain.

"Shut up and listen. Tell them, that Amelia Xander is dead. That they had taken her and killed her. Understood? If not you can join the others."

"U-understood! Amelia is dead," She whimpered.

"Tell them that Pandora is awake and chaos is about to engulf the world again." Pandora
smiled deviously. With that we walked to the door and ran through the halls with me leading her. Somewhere along the line we stopped at the art room and took the mask we had made a little while ago, the half mask with the purple markings. She slipped that on our face and we were out of the building running into the forest that lied behind the school. We ran and ran until we heard footsteps. Pandora swung around and stood still. There were two men, or at least one was confirmed male, standing back a ways off.

"Who are you?" Pandora asked as she switched the way she was holding the knives. The men walked closer. One was wearing a white mask with blacked out eyes and lips, with a tan coat and jeans, while the other wore a tan yellow hoodie and black mask with a red frowny face.

"I'm Maskie, and he's hoodie. We are proxies of Slenderman," The voice sounded way too familiar to me.

"And I care why?" Pandora asked tilting her head to the side.

"Because he wants you to join the proxies," Hoodie spoke. His voice was altered, not human like, more like robotic glitch.

"Because Amelia, I want to protect you again," Maskie spoke.

"Do you know her?" Hoodie glanced at Maskie.

"My human side does," Maskie said. "I used to try to protect her from the bullies. She told me about the voice inside of her head. She's a lot like me, wanting to keep a small bit of her humanity but knowing she's just insane as the rest of us proxies."

"Tim?" My voice broke through.

"What's her name?" Maskie asked.

"Pandora!" I yelped as she pushed me back. She groaned, "I don't want to be a follower,
I'm born leader!" A form appeared behind us. I looked back and felt myself shake, my spirit was shaking.

"You have a choice to make," The voice came from nowhere in particular, but sounded everywhere. "Either die here or work for me."

"Oh, so we don't have much of a choice," Pandora glared. "I can't let this body die, I'll die with it. So, I guess we're proxies now."