Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Creepypastas!

Warning: Now this chapter is the one with cussing and some stains of blood on characters (then again this is a story about Creepypastas. What'd you expect? lol). So if you arent too comfortable with it, you might want to be careful. Or you could do what I do around my little sis and just use objects as cuss words. Just saying.

Sally was so use to the dirt being her bed. The first few nights, she would accidentally stuff her face into the ground, use to stuffing her face with the pillow she had when she was very comfy, but would immediately regret the decision when the taste of dirt invaded her taste buds. Every so often, she would use the bushes as her pillows - not cozy when it rained and gets the leaves wet. She could never possess a blanket for her to cover herself. Her dress is all she has. Mr. D wouldn't mind being her pillow every few nights. Normally, sounds would distract her from going to sleep, which her mother would have a hard time trying to get her to ignore the noise from the outside world. But the faint sound of crickets and birds that flow through the night had becoming relaxing for her.

The grass today was very puffy, and comfy for the little girl. The bush wasn't wet or hard to manage. Everything had felt like a bed to her. At last, a part of the forest to stay in.

She hummed in her awakening, and began to lift her eyes to blink a few times. Until her vision was clear, she got to see the pretty pink dirt, with the white, puffy bush pressed against her head. She smiled slightly at the feeling of her long dress covering for her warmth. It even went past her feet. She closed her eyes to enjoy this moment a few more minutes.

… wait.

At the realization, her eyes open widely. She lifted herself up, and realized the dirt of the earth was an actual mattress. Not a single peck of dirt was around the sheets she was laying upon. She looked to see the bush was an actual pillow, and over her was a blanket. Sally was in an actual bed. Was it all a dream? Her nightgown covered in blood stains and dirt remained, and her long hair wasn't brushed still. Nope, not a dream.

Before she could release her question, she realized her surroundings wasn't a forest anymore. A bedroom. It was a little small, walls covered with salmon pink, and both sides of her bed contained two dressers, one with a glowing lamp. The floor itself was brown and wooden.

Now she asks, "Where am I?"

Her hand was going to press against the mattress to step out of bed, but an object was touching the tips of her fingers. Sally looks down to realized it wasn't so heavy, but it was soft. At the sight of her bear, she was relieved to have someone with her.

Sally reached out for mr. D, lifted him from where he sat on the bed, faced him eye to eye, and asked, "Mr. D! How did I get here? Tell me."

The toy remained silent.

She gasped. "You think I'm in a new house with mommy and daddy?"

That was an idea Sally admire to have come true. But then the dream of a strange man with a suit, tentacles, and no face hit her. Could that have been a dream with that man?

She looked back at her bear. "You think the man with no face was a dream?" As usual, nothing, but Sally nodded as she understood him. "I should go check and see if he's here."

The bed seemed to be a little tall to where she could barely reach her feet to the ground. Luckily it wasn't a dangerous kind of jump. Sally stood with her bare feet on the cold, wooden floor, shivered at the touch, and made her way to the first door. There were two, but that was closest to her bed. Twisting the knob, she pulled the door her way and stepped aside as it opened. She peeked through the door to see a hallway. There was a light at the end.

The scent then went to her entrance of her nostrils, turning on the alarm in her stomach to growl loudly. She was so hungry. "Shush, mr. stomach." she told it, bending her head to look at it with a pout.

Her feet began to lead her to the smell, while her eyes were letting her study what the hallway was containing. On both walls of the hall, there were two doors. Both of them were closed, and there was no light under them to show if someone was in them. Continuing to where the light was at the end - which is another lamp that was on - Sally found two more entrances, only these didn't have any doors.

She turned her head towards the right, and saw it was a living room. There was a couch, a comfy chair, a coffee table in front of the un-used, glowing television. Appearing on the screen was a paused game, one Sally was unaware of. There was another hall way past the TV, but decided to investigate it later. She was more interested by how the design looked on the table. A little bit disturbed as there were some chunks of the edge on the table were sliced off, and blood stains on the sides.

It was a little odd, but fascinating.

Sally looked at the glowing TV, trying to guess what game this could be. It looked to be one of those pixelated games, only its more full with the character on the screen then just little colored squares forming a person. It looked a little to being a strange fox with jeans on him. She couldn't get a view of his face as his back was turn towards the screen. There was odd objects surrounding him, like a floating, wooden mask, some large, carved boxes, and sand near odd looking tombstones. It was indeed intriguing to look at, even if it was paused. The games she would play back at home didn't really involve around video games. Her parents use to tell her that they've gone too far with some games, and how it's difficult nowadays to find a child - like game for their beloved daughter.

This seemed a little to be child - friendly. There wasn't any blood or dangerous creatures on it… at least, not yet. But this gave Sally the idea if she could play it. No one was around to play it, and it was very quiet - minus the smell of food. She smiled, looked at her bear, then placed her on the table counter. He had a front seat for him to see the screen. Turning back, Sally found the controller on the ground, and bend down to reach-

GGGGGRRRRR!

Gasping and jumping from the loud growl, Sally pulled her hand away from the untouch controller and stepped back when she spotted an odd creature at the corner of the other hallway. Studying the figure, it appeared to being a dog, a husky. Black and white, fluffy like any other dog. Only unusual part of a dog Sally had never witness on a dog before was his human like teeth. They weren't sharp like a regular dog, and they weren't a smile. The dog continued to growl at her, keeping her far from the controller, or even the tv as she was behind the coffee table. Trying to keep her distance from the scary dog, Sally grabbed mr. D to be sure he wouldn't become pieces of stuffings in seconds.

Nothing was keeping the dog to be pleased with her distance from the TV, and there was no one…

"Enough!"

They both jumped, Sally and the dog, looked up to see a tall man in a suit, wrapped an apron around his waist, and saw no expression of his orders. Instantly, Sally realized this wasn't a dream.

He pointed at the shamed dog, and said, "You know better than to growl at our new members, Smile. Ben may have order you to guard his game, but that is very inappropriate." With that said, the dog whimpered and laid on the wooden floor. Sally then felt guilty for the dog's punishment. But then put her attention back to Slenderman, who was looking at her now. "My apologies, Sally. He tends to guard things when someone tells him too, but does indeed go to far with it. Don't go near him for a while if you wish not to be bitten."

Quickly, she nodded her head. Waking up in a sudden home by strangers she's never met, and then getting bit by their dog is not what she wants to add on her list.

"Anyway," he continued, "it's great to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

"I-I'm feeling better." She responded.

"I'm assuming you caught up with all your sleep, correct?"

She nodded.

"Wonderful! Now, there's no need to be shy around me, dear Sally. I'm your friend. I'm here to help you." Slenderman had stepped closer to the little girl, placed his hand gently on the top of her head, and petted her hair. Comfort she hasn't felt in so long. She felt like crying.

He pulled it back and asked, "Would you like some breakfast?"

At last, her smile grew. "Yes please!" She didn't hesitate to lower her voice.

A chuckle escape through his white head, and leaded Sally to the kitchen.

It was on the other side of the hallway she walked through. It didn't have a door, so there was no need to push anything. Once Sally stepped in, she was also in awe of how it looked. The kitchen was on the right side from where she stood between the entrance, had tile, square floors instead of wood, and counters to where she could barely reach anything. There was a toaster, a microwave, a sink - she can only tell since she's able to see the hose for the water - above a small window, and a stove over an oven. She hasn't seen a kitchen for such a long time, and forgot all it's needs in such a place. She even grew amazed that there really was such a thing called as the fridge next to where she stood.

Slenderman was on the other side, which is the dining room, pulling out a chair just for her. The chair wasn't too big to where she couldn't climb on it. It was perfect height for the seat. She walked towards him, and sat in the chair as he scooted it closer to the table she was facing. The table may look big as well, but not where she couldn't put her tiny arms on it. She began to count how many chairs there were once Slenderman told her he's going to fix her plate. There were exactly four, including her's to make it five. Luckily, this table didn't appear to be missing any chunks of it, and thank goodness the chairs aren't missing any pieces. There was, however, some dry blood stains on some parts of the table.

Surprisingly, that didn't disturbed her.

Sally looked up to watch Slenderman walked towards her with a plate that let the hot steam flow through the air. Once the plate was placed in her space of the table, her eyes glittered with glowing stars. It had been centuries since Sally had pancakes for breakfast. It was one of her favorite breakfast meals, and yet she thought she was never going to taste such wonderful food. Her mouth was practically drooling.

He poked her shoulder for her attention. "Would you like some syrup on them, and for me to cut them to little pieces?"

She grew a smile at him. "Yes please for the syrup, sir. I can cut it." At such a young age, Sally's parents did take the time to teach her how to cut her foods without their assistance.

He nodded, grabbed the syrup at the center of the table, and pour it over her delicious food. It has indeed been such a strange experience for young Sally. As she was told, meeting strangers was a bad call, and that it was always best to run for them or to someone she knows by heart. But were they even prepare to teach her what she should do when a stranger is being kind and taking care of her when her parents are far away? But honestly, that wasn't what bothered her.

Kids in school weren't always the nicest of people. If anything, they like to act all big if they're tall, or older, or cooler. Sally would do her best to stay away from those kids, knowing she should only listen to what her parents and friends tell her. However, there would be days where she eavesdrops on their conversation about mythical creatures. Werewolves and vampires were the large parts of their discussions. But no matter what, they always said what they would do if they saw a scary creature: kill it.

As a smart and naive child, Sally never really put too much into the thought of what they mean by it. All she did when this man found her was screamed, and then trusted him because of how sleepy she was. The intention to kill him never crossed her mind. But somehow, she began to second question those thoughts. Slenderman clearly isn't human. She knows that for a fact. But she does seem to realize how kind he's been since they met. She doesn't know him too well, but he doesn't seem like a bad guy like she thought he would be.

It was… nice, to actually have someone nice come, and find her in the woods. If only her uncle Johnny was a nice man…

"Sally?"

The voice near her ear had tickled her, and made her turn to see him holding a glass cup. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She replied, blushing at how she had ignore him accidentally.

He chuckled. "There's no need to apologize. I was wondering if you preferred orange juice as a drink for you." After she agree that she did like the drink, he poured her a glass. That's another thing she learned about him; he should become a chef for iHop.

Eventually, he sat across from her with his own plate of pancakes. For his drink, it was water. The two had sat quietly through their meals, and Sally really stuffed her face. Her stomach had growled and groaned for warm food for such a long time. She never thought she could ever taste such delicious ever again, and was extremely grateful for it.

She sipped her glass, staining her cheeks orange as she smiled and blushed. "Thank you very much for breakfast, sir." She tells him. "It was very yummy."

Assuming he smiled as he says, "It is no trouble, dear. At least you're more table manners then the others when they eat. But there's no need for the term 'sir'. You're a member here, so you don't need to use that around me. 'Slenderman' is just fine."

Sally blushed more, and bend her head down. "Okay. Still, thank you very much." She just had to say that so he wouldn't forget her gratefulness.

Their silence had echoed, only with the sound of the dog who walked with his claws ticking against the floor. It made Sally feel ashamed that she didn't know what to say to him. There is so many questions that are running through her head, she's unsure which one won't offend him. She wanted to know why he took her in, but was worried that she'll jinx it and annoy him. She was also curious if he lived alone, and if that game on the TV was his. But then two things made her see how pointless those questions were: he has the dog who's begging for a piece of his pancake, and clearly is an adult so he wouldn't take an interest in video games. But eventually, Sally came up with one she's been asking since she was awaken in the woods.

"Mr. Slenderman?" She says.

"Yes?" he responds.

"Um… I was wondering, where are we?"

He looked at her for a while, and then chuckled suddenly. "Why, we're at my house of course." He answers.

She shakes her head. "No, no. I mean, where do we live in these woods? What town is close to here?"

It was then he understood her question. "Oh. Well, I'm afraid there's not many nearby towns from our location. Not even where I found you there would be many people. This forest is mostly for humans who like to camp with their families."

"Oh…" She then grew silent for a while as she gulped down a bite from one of her pancakes.

Now that was strange. This forest wasn't near any towns, or even cities? That can't be possible… could it? Sally always knew that not everyone was going to find her immediately, but her desire to go home was burning her, and making her more homesick than ever before. It wasn't that she didn't like Slenderman, but she still wished to hug her parents one last time before something happens.

She then remember him mentioning campers. "So, when do campers come here to camp?" she asks, watching him sip his glass of water.

Putting it down, he says, "Mostly around the time of summer. Winter I believe is too cold for them." Summer, and it's winter already? How did the time go quick for young Sally?

"Oh, okay." She nodded. Then brought another question into their conversation. "Do you like to join them when they are here?"

He only shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't join in their fun activities. Mostly because of the fact they're frightened by me, and run away before even setting up for their camp."

That sounded devastating to the child. He's all alone in these woods, and whoever comes to camp here, no one wants to play with him? Yes, he's a little displeasing to look at first, but he seems kind. He didn't seem like an enemy to Sally's eyes.

Before a word came out from her, he spoke again. "That's why I created the pages." He tells her. "It leads people, especially children, to join my game, and find all of my eight pages. Sadly, not many people win at this as.." He seems a little embarrassed. ".. well I won't lie, but I do have a bad habit putting them in hard places, and they have a hard time finding all eight before they lose."

Those pages. The drawings, sketches, and notes. Those were a game he created, and she got to play when she was looking for mr. D. It was still a disappointment that no one could play with him. But yet, she felt honored to play it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have met him.

"I must say though," he said, "I'm very impressed you found all eight pages, Sally. That was clever to do it at night, especially without the need for a flashlight."

She blushes, then looks back down at her half empty plate. "Well, they are very pretty drawings." She said. "And I'm super glad I got to play the game. Me and mr. D are very happy!"

Indeed, she really was.

Slenderman let out a laugh. "Well, I'm very please to being hearing that Sally, and mr. D."

And at last, it was the final bite of her pancake, and Sally was sure to give mr. D a bite of it too. Slenderman had every so often walk to her to clean her stained cheeks, and picked up one dish at a time. He began to wash the dishes, but Sally remained in her seat to watch him. It was fascinating meeting a creature whose different in his soul than his appearance. It's moments like these that Sally wished she had some paper and crayon to draw something nice for him.

She tried to come up with a way to ask, but Slenderman had a question for her. "Sally," he says, not turning away from the plate he was rinsing out. "It may not be my intention to ask, but I was wondering if you could answer this for me."

"Oh. Yes?" she says.

Finally, he turns to her. "How did you end up in this forest?"

Her face became frozen.

"You said you'd play the game with me Sally, you lied to me." Opening the car door beside him, the man climbed out along with the child, and shoved her to the ground, quickly pinning her down.

Ever hate that moment you forget what affected you very badly, then it comes back, haunting you to know what there really is a need to be afraid of?

Ignoring the cries and writhing the child was making. "You have to be punished now for breaking the rules." He said in that slight singing tone, and began to buckle his belt.

Sally hated those moments when the thought of uncle Johnny came to her mind. That crooked, evil smile, moving to let that slight terrifying tone echo in her ears. All to remember the taste of his own music, when something has blocked the way of what he wanted.

"You're not playing the game right, Sally."

"Wow, looks like you weren't kidding, Smiley." a sudden unfamiliar voice came in her mind.

She blinked, remembering where she was, and looked at Slenderman to see if the sound of a different tone came from him. When she turned to face him, the corner caught her attention. Standing there were two different people, whom Sally has never met before. The dog from before was next to them, wagging his tail, and letting his human teeth shine. She was pretty sure she never heard the dog talk, so it didn't make sense when someone said that he wasn't kidding.

That would be fascinating though…

She looked up to see the two presences, one was tall, the other was a little short but was behind the corner only to stare at her. The taller boy looked to being a teenager, wore a white hoodie - stained with blood as well - with black jeans. His skin was so pale, almost to describe him of being a vampire to shimmer in the sunlight. Sally remembers how her mother was a huge fan of the show with the glimmering vampires protecting a human from bad ones, so it wouldn't be too surprising if this guy was a vampire. As it did seem to fit, she knew that he couldn't be. The craved, bloody smile on his cheeks revealed some of his teeth. There wasn't any fangs. The smile was disturbing to her though. How can a regular human cut into the skin of their cheeks like that and survive? Let's not forget the missing eyelids from his pale blue eyes staring at her through his dark, long hair.

This guy made Sally feel very uncomfortable, and wanted to run back in the room she slept in - especially when she eyed the bloody knife in his hand. But Slenderman was here, he can protect her.

The knife was pulled out from his hand by the said man, then he turned back to the little girl. His expression turned suspicious. Then he looked back at the faceless creature. "I swear, you better not be doing your freaking ass shit in front of us." He said.

"I have no desire to do what I normally do in my spare time," said Slenderman as he used the ends of his apron to clean the blood knife. "But you should know your timing when to come home, and clearly you're late."

The teen snorted. "Relax, old man. I just took care what I wanted, and was pretty satisfied with the guy's screaming. Though he was a pain in the ass to chase."

"Language please." Slenderman pointed out, handing the knife back to the dark hair teen. "Now, is Jack with you?"

"Nah, that jerk freaking ditched me!" he yelled, clearly offended by it. Sally jumped a little at how his voice suddenly grew loud. "But who cares? He can go to hell for all I care."

Slenderman began to pinched the bridge of his head - possibly to where his nose could be, even though he doesn't have one - and groaned. "What on earth am I going to do with you?" he mumbled, beginning to tap his foot. Sally was a bit amazed at how annoyed the said man became when this guy walked in.

But as the two were discussing something, Sally eyed towards the shorter boy who remained to hide in the corner. He seemed a little bit like a kid, older than her. His hair was blonde underneath that green hat he wore, matching his long robe looking outfit. It kinda reminded her of Peter Pan, an old disney cartoon she admired. He even had pointy, elf ears, and wore brown boots to cover most of his black pants. All he needed was red hair, a fairy by his side, and he'll be the complete exact republica. However, the look in his eyes were a little shocking when she saw them completely black, red glowing in the middle as his pupil, and bleeding as if he was crying.

He looked to being sad, but Sally wasn't too sure if that's what described him right now. It seemed he was more nervous as he's only peeking out of the corner, and kept staring at her. It did become awkward to her, but then grew an idea when she looked at her bear next to her. Grabbing mr. D, she shifted him to face the boy, and lifted the bear's arm up and down, indicating a wave to him. The boy remained still, only to blink in amazement of the toy.

It still felt awkward, but Sally didn't mind as long as mr. D was there.

Suddenly, a door was slammed shut in the other room. The others then turned to the room and Slenderman says, "You're late, Jack."

She heard someone mumble in the other room, but was unable to repeat what the said person said. Then Sally turned to see Slenderman look at her, and gesture her to come to him. She did as instructed, and was by his leg with her bear in her arms. Looking into the living room, there stood another teenager.

Assuming as the name is 'Jack', must be a male. He wore a hoodie too, only this was dark, over his blue jeans, and had shoes that had no laces. His hood was over his brown hair unlike the other teenager, and held a knife covered in blood too. Blood was the realization Sally notice this household symbolized in, and was starting to get the scary idea that they're murders. Other than that, this guy seemed to symbolize a normal teenager, or adult. His mask, however, was what changed her mind. All painted in blue, with the holes for his eyes being black and drip of black liquid. It couldn't be blood. There's no such thing as black blood… right?

"Well, you're all off the hook for today as I have an announcement." says Slenderman. "Everyone, gather on the couch."

The dark hair teen groaned. "Do we really need this meeting?"

Slenderman turned to the said teen. "Do you wish for today to be your last breath?"

He blinked at the taller man, formed his lips - unbloody ones - into a pout, and sat on the arm of the couch near him.

Sally watched as the other two, including the dog, made their way to the couch and sat down. Unlike the annoyed teen, the other one sat in the actual cushion. He then noticed how the blonde elf was having to climb on the couch, so he gave him a hand up. The smiled dog jumped onto the love seat as if there was no room on the couch. Now Sally was unaware of where she'll be sitting. She didn't exactly want to sit near the others as they're still on stranger terms at this moment.

She looked up to see Slenderman bending down to her level, and felt him place his large hands on her tiny shoulders. "Everyone," he said, catching their attention, "this is Sally, and mr. D." He pointed to her bear. Now she really respected that.

As all eyes were on her, she blushes a deep red. Without knowing what to do, she bows to them quickly and says, "N-Nice to meet y-you all!" in the shyest tone ever. She could hear someone chuckled, and it wasn't Slenderman.

There wasn't much of a reaction from anyone, so that was kinda a relief. Slenderman spoke again. "As for the time being, she'll be a new member of our household." Then everything became unpleasant.

TO BE CONTINUED...