This chapter is written from Slendy's point of view.


~Slender Man's POV~

I was hunched on the ground, the appendages from my back shielding me as I held my wound. I thought, for once I could have a friend, because I thought he would understand. I wanted someone to be there. I know I'll never be able to love someone, but I feel emotions still. I have heard about Jeff, and I can't help but be interested in him. But, he stabbed me, he doesn't care!

"GET THE HELL OUT!" I yelled telepathically. I saw Jeff grab his head and scream, apparently the static causing him deep pain. I loved seeing people like this, right before they faint and I then have my way with them. Jeff fell to the ground; his bodies completely limp before my eyes. The second his body hit the ground though, I felt something horrible.

Something I have never felt, I felt what people call pain, guilt, and sorrow. I had the urge to kill him for stabbing me, but I feel something for him I have never felt. Something strong, something that makes me want to protect him. "Damn my stupid emotions." I curse to myself as I pick him up in my arms, his body limp. I can still feel his heart beat in my mind and under my fingers. I take him to my house, well, at least the place I have called home for many years. I open the door, and lay him down on my couch, sofa, what ever it is. His eyes were wide open, but he was unresponsive.

"God, I hope that I didn't kill him!" I curse to myself once more, grabbing a rag and dipping it in a pale of water. The water was mildly warm from sitting in the sun that filtered through my window. I noticed a lump on his head, and I cleaned off the blood and dirt. I laid the rag on Jeff's forehead, after cleaning him off a bit more, then laid the rag across Jeff's eyes. "He looks so peaceful, it is so ironic. Hm…his hand…what is this?"

I wondered up his hand to his arm, finding slashes on his arm. My hands and fingers gently grazed the wounds, grazing with the scars as well. "He cuts himself…" If I had eyes, I would look sad, very sad. Even though I can't show it, I still feel it. All the sudden he jerked up and ripped his arm away from my hands. He threw the rag down and yelled at me, "What the hell are you doing to me?!" I was hurt, and I replied, "I was, only trying to help you…" I trailed off, so deeply hurt I couldn't even explain. I would cry if I could, but of course, I wasn't blessed with the ability.

"W-what? You didn't hurt me, or leave me for dead?" Jeff looked shocked somehow, I don't quite know how, but he did. I stood up my head nearly touching the ceiling. I was happy he didn't hate me, due to the fact we kind of got off on the wrong foot. "You are welcome to stay here whenever you like, and you must stay the night tonight." I sent the message to him gently, trying to sound some-what calm, and not frightening or angry. I headed upstairs where I slept, whenever I did on rare occasion.

"Why didn't you hurt me, huh?" Jeff asked after I stepped on the first step. "I couldn't leave you. Do you want to sleep in my bed or do you want the couch?" I asked him, hoping he would take the bed and I would sleep on the old dusty couch. "I-I'll take the couch. Thank-k you for letting me stay here." Jeff replied, his face actually tinted, apparently he could still blush, and it was evident against his white face. Hm, white like mine, although his is so beautiful, what am I saying?!

"There is a blanket over there if you need it. Feel free to wake me for anything you need." I nodded over to the closet, where the only thing in there was pretty much a blanket. "Ok, are you gonna' kill me if I do?" Jeff asked me, his head turning in a cute way. What are you saying, calling him "cute?" Stop it! "If I was going to kill you I would already have done it." I replied, mentally rolling whatever kind of "eyes" that are in my mind. He giggled, and yes, I mean giggled, and it was adorable. ADORABLE?! Really Slendy, are you seriously doing this?!

"Night." I whispered quietly mentally to him, wishing to smile so badly. "Night, and thanks." Jeff replied to me, his smile making me wish I could laugh. I went upstairs and striped out of my clothes into a pair of shorts. YES, I wear clothing; just not many people get to know me to know that. But yet again I kill them all, so not like they really had a chance in the first place.

As I lay down on my bed, pulling up my blanket while resting my head on my pillow, I reflect on today. I feel so weird, but in a good way. Jeff has made me actually care for him; I guess it is because he knows what it is like to be hated. To be hated, alone, and to be such a monster. But, I feel he has sparked something, something deeper, something I have never felt. It is something people call love, and I can't help but feel like that. I think I have fallen in love with Jeff.


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~Artemis W.K.