A/N

Hello and sorry for the… longer wait than usual. Matt I read your review and my answer to it is at the end of the chapter.

It was... Quiet. Way to quiet to Tony's liking. The silence in the little black car pressed around him and practically suffocated him. In the drivers sat the Boss, clad in his pitch black suit and tie. Tony squirmed slightly and watched the back of the Boss's bald head. It was abnormally pale and at this close, Tony could see a barely noticeable line just behind his ear. It made Tony uneasy as he remembered that photo of Slender Man and that face that looked strangely like the Boss's.

They had been driving for a long time now and Tony really wanted to take a nap, but he feared for his life so he decided that wasn't the best idea. On his right. There were beautiful green trees, so close together that the sunlight didn't reach the roots and on his left, there was house after house after endless house. Who would want to live this close to the forest?!

Well, Tony thought, his parent's house was right next to a bunch of trees and to him that meant forest so he shouldn't really be questioning these people. The teen looked to the rapidly darkening sky and felt his brows furrow. Why was he going at night?

"I am not actually accompanying you." The Boss spoke suddenly. Tony blinked from his thoughts and looked at the back of his Boss's head.

"What?"

"I'm not actually joining you. Just dropping you off." Tony was internally happy to hear this. Now he didn't have to worry about being dragged into the forest and killed! By the Boss at least, but on the outside, Tony fiend confusion.

"Why?" The Boss paused slightly before responding.

"I do not wish to walk through the forest. You will go by yourself."

"Aren't I too young or something to be going off on my own?" The Boss chuckled.

"In the game of death, age doesn't matter." Before Tony could finish crying out, the car pulled to a stop. "Get out and walk straight that way, there is a compass in your bag. Use it." A large hand reached back and shoved Tony out of the car then his bag. As the teen scrambled to his feet, the sleek black car and the Boss drive away.

As Tony got steady on his feet, he took deep, shaking breaths. He leaned down and grabbed his backpack before looking around. There were still a bunch of houses... He could run. Get a ride to take him home. He could flee from this whole mess... never think of the people he met or learned about again. Then Tony's eyes turned to the trees. The dark trees that, if he went in, he could pretty much say goodbye to the land of the living. And say hello to adventure in the underworld!

Most would consider him stupid, most would say he should run, most would say he should be more scared. But the truth is, he is scared. So scared he could feed all the world with it. But never show your scared.

With a small grin, Tony marched into the forest.

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"Somewhere over the rainbow! Way up high! Hold OK that's not the right words... Is it?" Tony had been singing random songs to himself for a good hour now. The forest was either a lot deeper than he thought, or he was walking in circles. The second was honestly more likely.

"Well! Who needs that song! Uh... What's a new song-" a noise sounded to his right and the teen froze. After a moment of silence, he continued as if nothing had happened.

"Can, you feel! The love tonight! OK stop snapping twigs over there!" Tony turned, annoyed, to his right but saw no one there. The footsteps had stopped immediately and now, it looked as if there was nothing to see in these dark trees.

"Huh... Creepy footsteps in the dark, forest with known killers, and Slender mansion! Everything's normal!" Tony grinned and happily slipped for about thirty minutes before another song finally came to him. He could still hear the footsteps but decided he should try and ignore them.

"This is Halloween! This is Halloween! Pumpkins scream isn't he dead of night! This is Halloween! Everybody scream! In this town of- mansion?"

Before Tony stood a huge mansion in a large clearing. The mansion seemed to be two stories high and made of river stone and a dark wood of some sort. The entire place looked washed out and worn down and like it hadn't been lived in for years. In one of the upper windows, Tony managed to catch the curtain movies as if it had just been quickly shut.

"Hmm... Not much of a mansion... Could use a new paint job that's for sure." Now, Tony was both being honest, and trying to keep his voice from shaking as he saw a pale figure moving to his right. From what he could see, the being seemed to be climbing down the tree. The teen could hear horrible breaths being taken as if an ill man were there beside him, and for a moment, Tony wanted to offer his help. But that notion quickly went away when he turned and actually saw what it was.

The thing was long and disfigured grotesquely in a way that made Tony want to puke. It's nearly Snow White skin clung to its elongated limbs and seemed to stretch as it moved. The limbs themselves were long and bent awkwardly, reminding Tony of a circus person or perhaps a monkey. The body was that of a grown man who seemed to have had all his flesh taken away, only to leave thin muscle and bone. And it's eyes, oh its soulless white eyes, with a gaping hole for a mouth below. Both were wide and pointing straight to Tony's face from the ground below. The thing had finished its descent down the tree and now crouched there awkwardly below the teen, and Tony couldn't help but feel it wanted to say something...

"U-uh... Hi..." The thing just tilted its head slightly. "Um... I'm Tony. Tony Seroliey... And uh..." Tony strained off as it suddenly snapped its jaw together, making a loud tapping noise.

"Um... You sick there buddy? Well actually that's rather obvious... You're kinda... Skinny. You need to eat something." Snap snap. Tony just stared at the being for a moment before shaking his head. Looking into those eyes was terrifying and made the teen feel as if his soul has being X-rayed.

"OK well... I'm going to go into this mansion... Yeah..." He took a hesitant step away from the thing, then when it didn't move to stop him, he sprinted to and up the stone steps and to the large double doors guarding the building. A glance behind him found Tony staring at the empty forest, with no sign of that weirdly disfigured man.

"Huh. OK then..." Tony turned his back to the trees and looked and the doors. They were stained a dark brown color but on the doorknob, he could clearly see blood. "OK! To knock! Well should I even knock? Hmm... These people probably don't have any manners so it wouldn't be weird if I just walked on it... Would it? Should I knock..." He heard the rustling of the leaves, he felt the wind swept his hair. He could smell the tree's sweet sense. The sense of freedom and better chances of survival.

"Or should I run."

And, it was as if his step dad suddenly stood before him, tall and proud, wearing rich clothing and a scowl upon his perfect face.

"Coward. You should know to never show your fear! It is a weakness! It will be your downfall! Now, stand up straight and show me you aren't weak!" A shadow of a slap covered Tony's cheek and he wince at the memory. It was truly like he was now facing his father, but in the form of doors. So the question was, would he stand up for himself and hit right back, or would he run.

Tony's mind made no sense whatsoever. And all the CP would definitely agree from their hiding places as the double doors swung open and the blond teen pranced it with his arms in the air.

"Honey I'm home! Great job cleaning the outside of the house by the way, but I think it could use just a little more!" Tony looked around and found the place empty. "Well then... Just gonna go get a snack from the kitchen! Maybe there's a few weapons I could use..." Tony muttered the last part as he made his way to the kitchen.

The whole house looked much better on the inside then the outside. The floor was a dark mahogany and perfectly clean, despite the random spots of what looked like blood. The walls were a dark dusty brown color and held the occasional painting of different forests. In the entry hall Tony just left, there was a grand staircase that lead to the second floor balcony and a magnificent chandelier lit up with candles. The banister had appeared to be made out of lightly colored oak and the same oak also lined the staircase to prevent falling. The kitchen was designed in a similar fashion, dark floors and light walls with multiple round oak tables, each big enough for five people. The cabinets were also oak but the counter tops and island were a black granite like stone. All in all the place looked like it belonged to someone very rich but had a habit of spilling strawberry jam all over the place. There was a large fridge to the left of the long counter tops and a sink towards the middle. Two stoves were right next to the sick and one of the burners were on, cooking something that smelled delicious. When Tony got a closer look, he found a dark reddish purple soup in a pot, that reminded him of beet root soup.

"Mmm this smells good... But how much do you wanna bet that's kidneys or something in there?" He asked himself with a chuckled and turned. The teen spotted what appeared to be a wine cabinet a couple feet away from the fridge made of the oak as well. Inside there were many bottles of dark red liquid.

"Red wine! Totally red wine! Yep!" He laughed a little and left the kitchen.

Now Tony was starting to get worried. The place was way to quiet for the house of many killers and there were multiple patches of blood. Tony kept trying to tell himself it was jam but it didn't work all to well. The place was still dead silent. As Tony walked to another pair of double doors, directly across from the kitchen, he could see what appears to be either an oddly colored ball, or a head, sitting slightly behind the staircase. With a shiver, Tony quickly opened the doors and went inside. The teen was quite startled at the sight. And a little relieved to be honest.

"A little girl in a pink dress sat on the floor playing with a few little voodoo dolls and a bloody dollhouse. She would be seriously adorable if her face wasn't distorted by the present of blood. She looked quite please about her little game and didn't seem to notice the teen that had just entered.

The other person in the room had noticed however. It was another teen, probably 18 years old with shoulder length black hair and skin literally as white as snow. His eyes were completely round and no color was present in them. Only a black iris. What was worse then his blood stained jacked or even his wide eyes, with the infinite smile on his face, carved into his cheeks and all the way to the back of his jaw. The two teens stared unblinking at each other for a moment before the black haired one was on his feet and behind Tony in a second. Before Tony could cry out, a white hand was pressed over his mouth and the boy shook his head with an angry look. Tony was terrified beyond belief when the guy's other hand came around and pointed. What Tony saw made him both want to laugh and shiver.

A long striped arm was hanging out of a hammock on the wall, only then did Tony actually notice the twenty or so hammocks on the walls, and the black claws were scraping the floor. What was worse was that Jack was on the second hammock which was like the top bunk of a bunk bed and yet his claws still scrapped the floor. The little girl looked up at that moment and saw Tony. A smile curled her face and she quickly got up and moved to him. Tony couldn't say anything because the teen's had was still pressing over his mouth but Tony still waved a little to her.

"Hi!" She whispered. "You must be mr Tony!" Tony nodded and tried to remove the other guy's hand from his mouth. Now that his shock was over, he didn't feel the need to scream.

"Yay! A new friend! Let me go wake up Jacky!" She started to move away and the white hand quickly moved from Tony's mouth.

"No Sally don't!" The black haired teen pleaded with a glare. "He hates being woken up and you know this!"

"So? He should get to see mr Tony! After all, mr Slendy wanted Jack to see Tony before any of us. You broke the rules Jeff Jeff!" She put her small hands on her hips and have Jeff the Killer a mock glare. Then she smiled and continued to skip to Jack's hammock.

"Sally... Tony doesn't need to die today! Just let LJ sleep!" Jeff moaned quietly. Sally paused then turned back to them.

"Jacky won't kill Tony. If anything, he will kill you because you aren't letting me wake him up. Jacky doesn't like it when you tell me what to do." Tony smiled a little.

"Little Sally, are you blackmailing Jeff here?" She just grinned in response. Jeff glared at Tony.

"If Slender didn't want you alive, your guts would already be on the floor."

"Look who's talking. Go on Sally, wake up Jacky ol' boy!" The little girl giggled and turned to the long arm that belonged to the nightmare clown. Jeff attempted to open the door to get out but Tony just leaned backwards against it so that the killer couldn't escape.

"Move it kid! I want to live another-" but he froze when a raspy moan broke the air. Tony turned to see Sally climbing up Jack's arm as if it were a rope and reach his body that was curled in the hammock. She was now sitting on the clown's back as he shifted awake. Soon his head was raised from the pillow and he looked blearily around the large room.

"Jacky, Jeff didn't want me waking you up. He didn't want you to see Mr Tony who is here right now."

"Wha..?" Jack looked seriously drowsy but as he took in Sally's words, his grey eyes filled with anger.

"Jeff you imbecile!" Tony's brows furrowed. What did that mean?

"Oh crap..." Jeff muttered then glared furiously at Jack. "You can't blame me Jack! Not with you trying to slaughter us every time you wake up!"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" The monochrome clown swung down from the hammock and marched towards Jeff, Sally still hanging in his back. Jeff had moved towards Jack as well and the two met angrily in the middle of the room. Tony now wished he had some popcorn.

"Then what are you talking about!?"

"The fact that you disobeyed Slender! We don't need another mess arising from this simple task!" Jeff glowered.

"The Rake ruined the plan before me! He saw Tony in the forest!"

"The Rake can do whatever he bloody wants! It's you who can't Jeff, and so help me resist ripping out your throat!" Tony blinked and looked down. He now really wished he had popcorn, that way he could drown himself in it.

"Ha! I'd kill you before you got the chance!" Suddenly, quick as lightning, Jack's clawed hand shot upward and grasped Jeff's throat tightly.

"I'd like to see you try." The nightmarish clown hissed with an evil grin. Tony could see Jeff's pale face becoming blue as he tried to get Jack to let go and the teen felt it was time to step in, even though he was likely to die in the process.

"OK kids break it up! There's a little kid in the room, and no, I'm not talking about Sally." Jack froze and looked slowly at Tony before quickly dropping Jeff while muttering,

"I thought you said he was outside." he muttered to Sally.

"No, I said he was here." Sally said brightly. Jeff sat on the floor, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Jack glared down at Jeff for a moment before looking back to Tony.

"So the idiot decided to pay a house call!" Tony grinned but cast a quick look of concern down at Jeff.

"Yeah! I just wanted another game of tag since we never finished the first one! Oh and, I wanted to save John the pain- oh my gosh did you know John is a vampire!?" In his internal fear, Tony started to talk faster and randomly so the teen knew he needed to calm down a bit so as to hide it better.

"No... I didn't know..." Jack responded slowly.

"Jeff said you met Rakey already! Is he nice? He doesn't talk much." Sally fired off.

"Um... Well he likes to bite the air that's for sure!" The teen said as he recalled the Rake's random snapping of his teeth.

"That's just how he talks." Jack said dismissively. "Why are you here Tony is my big question. Why would you offer to come?"

"Well I- hold on a sec... You know that I offered." Tony saw a flash of panic go though both Jack and Sally's eyes and he immediately knew how they knew.

"So the Boss IS Slender Man! Well that wasn't hard to figure out, I thought I'd need to go and do a full on interrogation!" Before any of the CP in the room could answer, a deep rumble responded from behind them.

"Correct Mr Seroliey. You are definitely a special case, much smarter than the rest of the CPH." Tony gulped, knowing exactly who was behind him.

A/N

OK Matt! Here's the answer for your review! The thing is, if Tony had run away, we wouldn't have this story! But my reasoning does go deeper than that. Tony is based on a real person, a friend of mine, and he lives in a similar situation like Tony's. His step dad is bloody rich and owns a huge company while his mother doesn't really care. He actually told me that if anyone offered him a way to escape it, he would gladly take it. Not to mention the prospect of hunting down killers would be really exciting to a character such as Tony. But I guess there is a lot I could still do with the story… if he had refused I mean. Huh.

Oh and everyone, sorry there are not the best transitions between subjects and whatnot in this chapter. I wrote different parts of this chapter on different days so it might be a bit… Jacked up. Thank you!