A/N: Okay so.. Im back.. not that I have any readers yet but bah! A heads up for later chapters, I have been inspired for the various characters origins by the idea of the Tulpa Effect. This does not mean I am or am not a Tulpa Effect believer. I am not planning on leaning towards either theory so no hate comments please. Its a work of fiction and free expression. The chapters are all based upon an rp between me and a friend (who plays Victoria and Sabrina) but since my phone deletes texts when I have more then 500 in a conversation.. Im winging it from memory... so yeah. Sabrina and Victoria belong to my friend. Shadow, Scarecrow and my personal take on the canons personalities belong to me. All other canons belong to... wherever they originate.

Oh I also created a book cover. I was stuck between making it look like one of the Eight Pages and making it fuzzy like it was caught on Slendy Cam.. I ended up with something in the middle. Entirely hand drawn and then edited on the phone by me. Im happy with it. Since this has been uploaded to wattpad as well that's where it is... :) Anywho.. to the story now!

Chapter One - The Games Begin

It was cold. Blissfully so. The slight sting of the Autumn wind was welcome on her delicate features, and Victoria could not resist the urge to close her eyes and embrace it. She was relaxing under her favorite willow in the forest. The old trees branches hung low like a curtain. This spot had held a certain comfort these past ten years, when she had made a habit to start coming every day. Yet.. today.. something felt off.

Victoria opened her eyes. It was dark. Too dark. Had she fallen asleep? It was bright only moments ago. And something else.. it was.. deathly silent. Something was off. There wasn't a single sound. No birds chirping. No chattering squirrels. Even the breeze no longer sang between the branches. It was like the calm before the storm. The stillness of death.

"Hello?" Her voice trembled ever so faintly as she bit back fear. She was certain she was not alone, could feel something.. somewhere.. watching. With surprising steadiness she rose to her feet, eying her surroundings as she spun in a slow cautious circle. "Whose there.. show yourself!"

A low bemused chuckle surrounded her. "You are a curious childe.. aren't you?" Victoria held back a breath of surprise and spun towards the source of the voice, eyes widening in shock.

He was tall, not.. thin per say. Slender.. yes.. still with a good physique but.. slim and lean. His marble white skin was clad in, of all things, a business suite, immaculate and crisp as the black dress pants he wore. The red tie was like a splotch of blood, and it held her attention almost much as his face.

Er.. rather... what should have been a face. It was like someone had stretched flesh over it, for there was the basic shapes but.. no hair.. no eyes... Victoria was quite certain it was a mask. It had to be.

"Um... nice mask.." Probably not the most intelligent comment, but the towering man of seven feet left her with a prickling and anxious sensation. It was.. very unnerving.

The man tilted his head, breathing another amused chuckle. His voice was quite a thing to hear, soft and silky yet surprising clear, and with a crisp age to it that sounded less physical and more spiritual. "A mask, childe?" Victoria nearly gasped aloud as a split formed, through which he spoke. No mask was that good...

"Tell me, little one.. why do you continue to come here? Every day for ten years you return to my woods.." Every... how did he.. had he been stalking her for ten years!? "How did you know I come here..." The man that was not a man seemed to find this quite amusing. "I have watched you of course. You are quite different... from the usual humans." Victoria shivered at his tone. "Do you not fear me?" Victoria shook her head fiercely, masking her fear well. He chuckled darkly.

With a sickening sound long black tendrils sprouted from his back, wisping like smoky shadows as they encircled her, just inches from her flesh. Six of them, twitching and twisting, so cold the air around them burned her skin. Still she held on to that mask of fearlessness as she glared at him.

The man chuckled and tilted his head in a creepy manner. "Very intriguing... you still attempt such a brave facade... very well.. lets play a game shall we?"

The tendrils retracted and a frown graced Victoria's features. "Do I have a choice really?" He grinned. "Not in the slightest." She shrugged slightly. "So.. whats the catch?"

The man straightened, fixing his tie. The catch? "Well.. if I win.. I eat you." Shock flitted a cross her face, with a touch of disgust. "Lovely. And if I win?" The man faltered. He had never encountered such a situation. "Hmm... well I suppose.. I will grant you a wish." He decided. Victoria sighed and crossed her arms in silent relent. In a sudden motion the man was gone. A page fluttered to the ground, an image of a tall man amongst trees. "Find.. all eight..." His breath tickled her ear, but when she spun there was no-one to be seen.

"Great... just... great.."