OK, so I thought I'd throw a bit of Smexy into the mix...he is pretty entertaining character...though I'm definitely not supporting a rapist or anything...A lot of people find him disturbing, but he's SUPPOSED to be disturbing...I mean, he is a Slender after all. What do you expect, kittens and rainbows? -.- Anyways, I don't own him, so don't hate on me for him. Arcanineryu owns him on DeviantArt. She created him to be hated on so people would stop hating on Rule #34 Slenderman. Check out his character sheet and her artwork if you're interested. Danielle is mine. I use her in everything I do. She would probably hate my guts if she knew me. :/ Oh well. ;D - Sevvy

"Offender"

I shouldn't be here so late. I'm in the park again. I come here to get away from my brothers, who are little menaces. I come here to get away from the dramatic people in my life, my friends. I come here to get away from it all and sit quietly and peacefully on a park bench, watching people jogging, walking their dogs, or just sitting around doing the same thing I am.

But it's late, and everyone has gone home. I'm the only one here, though I shouldn't be. I should have gone home and got supper and had an evening to myself in my room.

I shouldn't have been sitting at a park bench at the time that a man in an overcoat and a fedora low over his face walked up. But I was.

He's tall and mysterious. He comes over to me and offers me a rose out of his pocket. I can't see his face because of the hat, and how can I just refuse a beautiful rose? I mean, the man is a complete stranger, but perhaps he's just trying to cheer me up; I don't imagine I look very happy here all alone at 8:30 p.m.

"Um, thank you," I say, blushing. He sits down beside me and hands me the rose.

I twirl it nervously in my fingers and smell it.

"What's your name?" he asks me.

"Danielle," I reply, not seeing any harm in it.

"Danielle," he tests, and it rolls off his tongue like honey, making me blush even more furiously. "Why are you out here all alone?"

"I like to come down here and just sit and watch people live their lives. I come here to get away from my brothers, really," I explain, trying to see the man's face, but it's doo dark and the fedora is too low. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm just traveling, looking for beautiful girls to cheer up with my flowers," he says suavely. "Did it work?"

I giggle and confirm, "Yes, I guess it did." I check my watch and pretend to marvel at the time. "Oh my gosh! I didn't realize it was so late! I've really got to be getting home before my parents get worried." I get up and start to leave, saying, "Sorry, bye!"

"Not so fast," the man says, seizing my shoulders. "You didn't get my name."

"What's your name?" I ask, seeing part of a vicious mouth now that I'm closer to him.

"Sexual-Offenderman."

I drop the rose.