AN:

Alright here's page three. This is when things start to become exciting, please read and review and enjoy! Please let me know which Slender game I should do next, and even give me some ideas. Either post them on the review or PM me. For example, I had somebody say do Slender elementary, where the kid is like 6 years old, and has his/her own encounter with Slenderman. Another example, is Slenderman's drycleaner. There's so much going on that sometimes I get writers block, and the awesome reviews, and even constructive critism can make its way into here as well. Too help with my writing and to keep me going. Slender isn't that high of a fanbase, but I appreciate everyone who has been supporting me, which means that I will continue on with this story!

The reason I did this game before sanitorium was because of CR and Kate. They are both a mystery. You hear Kate's scream at the beginning and you see notes from CR and SPOILER ALERT! see his dead body at the end of the game. Now, I have a lot of references in the game from some youtubers who have played it, and if you want to see these references just go on youtube and watch the slender the arrival game. It's very interesting what happens in the story. For example the canoe on fire. Why was it on fire? That sort of thing.

Anyway...enough of me babbling

READ, REVIEW AND ENJOY!

and if you don't feel like reviewing. I HOPE THIS KIRBY CONVINCES YOU OTHERWISE! ('.')


R plays the Game:

Page 3

CR staggered back onto the path. The lights that engulfed the darkness started giving him a headache. He placed his hand just above his eyes, sheltering them from the light. CR scanned the area. He knew that Slender was around; following either, or. He could be anywhere in this forest. Slenderman could appear in front, behind, from side to side; hell, he was so restless that he could probably teleport through walls now. CR stumbled over his own feet; he caught himself, and leaned against a lone tree. He stared at his feet; everything was turning in circles. Sick to his stomach, CR sat down against the tree. He cupped his hand over his forehead, trying to recover from the dizzy spell. His head injury wasn't completely healed. At least all the bleeding had stopped, but there would be a bruise in the morning.

Booooooom…

Booooooom…

Booooooom…

And that gut wrenching bass wouldn't stop! It was torture!

"Giving up already?"

CR quickly opened his eyes and straightened his back. "Who's there? Kate?"

The voice continued. "I beg of you, please don't give up, otherwise you are ruining all the fun."

It didn't take long for CR to realize that the shrilling voice was Slenderman, getting into his head. Several, years ago, the same, eerie voice had spoken to him; now it's back. Then the voice was gone. CR glanced from side to side. To his left…he saw…something. It was black, and was blending in with the trees in the darkness. CR couldn't make out the silhouette. All he could really distinguish was a tiny…white…head…in the distance –

A quick flash of light overwhelmed CR; it was accompanied by a speedy high pitched frequency.

It happened all at once. For a split second, CR was blind, and before he knew it everything was back to normal. Catching him by surprise, CR flew back, and smacked his head against the tree. His ears were ringing. When CR regained his vision, the white head was still there; still. Just when things were once again, calm, light static clouded CR's vision; and he knew that it was time to run. Hobbling up onto his feet, CR sprinted down the pathway, trying to gain some distance between him and the monster.

CR glimpsed behind his back, and saw Slender, who appeared in different spot. Slenderman teleported closer to CR. CR saw colors, pink, green and black. When the static finally diminished, CR knew that he was safe for now. "Where's the third page? Hell, where's a landmark?" CR attempted to visualize the map in his head. But with everything jumbled together, his photographic memory wouldn't kick in.

Boooooooom….

Boooooooom….

Boooooooom….

STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!

CR peered into the distance. He saw a structure of some sort. He examined it closer and noticed that it was a small wooden shack. There was a sign. It read: Boat rentals. A sharp pain ran through CR's head. He examined the boat rental business a little longer, and saw that it looked quite…familiar. Without warning, CR's vision was overwhelmed by static. He began to sweat hysterically, and everything around him started to spin. CR slammed his body against the shack, supporting himself with his upper body. His breathing grew heavier, as he struggled to walk. CR focused on the path before him, and discovered an extremely thin tree. He staggered closer, inch by inch glancing at a canoe resting against the tree. It brought back memories, memories of going fishing with his father and his sister. He scanned the canoe, and there wasn't a note in sight. Memories…they were painful memories. It was probably the canoe that CR had rented too from so long ago. Shaking his head, CR took out a match. He scraped it against a tree; a small flame appeared from the tip of the match. He threw the match at the canoe, and the canoe slowly burned. CR then made his way to the water. Some days, some days and throughout his life, he just wanted to kill himself. After painfully watching his sister drown in front of his eyes and feeling the guilt that he had carried for years, he almost wanted to do the same. But he couldn't. CR stepped into the water. How could something so beautiful and refreshing become so dangerous? I guess it was one of life's greatest mysteries.

Suddenly, there was a high pitched sound again; CR looked behind him. He saw Slenderman peeking through the trees of the forest.

"Crap," he whispered. "The pages, where is the next page, where?" CR slowly sprinted out of the water and looked around. He continued down the path.

He glanced behind his shoulder again, and observed Slenderman in the corner of his eye. Slender drew closer and closer with each step CR took. CR had to look away, for he was becoming blind. CR sprinted as hard as he could for what felt like hours. Then the sharp static slowly subsided.

"Oh, my god, oh my god! Oh thank god I'm alive." He placed his hand on his chest.

Not even paying attention, CR found himself in front of an outhouse. He was surprised to find a landmark so quickly after his ordeal with Slender. "Must be the only portable toilet out here," he thought to himself. "It has to be a landmark, which means there has to be a page." CR walked around the outhouse, still catching his breath. He saw nothing.

"Crap," he exclaimed. "There's got to be one here!"

Then a miracle occurred. A white piece of paper was posted on one side of the outhouse. CR brought the flashlight close to the page; making is visible to read in the dark.

DON'T X

LOOK…

OR IT

TAKES YOU! (Insert crappy drawing of Slenderman here)

Grinning, CR quickly ripped the page from the outhouse, and placed the piece of parchment in the pocket of his bag, along with the page he had found not long before. Elated, some words slipped out of CR's mouth, as he continued down the trail.

"Ha, Slendy's a bitch!" CR exclaimed. After his statement, CR turned around and Slenderman was right behind him; approximately five feet away. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." And CR continued running until he was out of breath.


Hope you enjoyed. Page 4 is next, and even read my other slender story while your at it.

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