There was a creaking on the stairs. Parker looked at Kenny, eyes wide with terror. Kenny stared back horrified, and looked to the bedroom door; oh god, the handle was moving! He stared back at the brunette, ready to scream. Without a word, Parker grabbed the blonde's wrist and yanked him off the bed and ran for the closet, and silently shut the door behind them. He held a hand over Kenny's mouth and pressed his ear to the door, barely breathing and listening hard. There was definitely something out there, and whatever it was, it was coming for them.

Suddenly the door swung open, and Parker tumbled forward and fell flat on his face. He quickly looked up and came face-to-face with his worst nightmare: the Slender Man. He stood tall, pale, and faceless, yet still managed to crush the young brunette's soul with a single horrifying smirk.

"OH GOD KENNY RUN!" Parker screamed, reaching back and grabbing Kenny's wrist and hauling ass out of the room. The two flew down the stairs and crashed into the front door, Parker screaming and on the verge of tears, and Kenny panicking just as hard.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Kenny screamed. He looked behind him; the man in the suit was at the top of the staircase, still smiling and sending unbearable terror through him. "HURRY UP!"

"I-I CAN'T!" Parker cried, trying to wrench the door open. "IT'S STUCK!"

The Slender Man descended the stairs slowly, a growing uproar of static flooding the brunette's ears. He fell to his knees, covering his ears and trying not to cry, while Kenny proceeded to violently try to get the front door open. Halfway down the stairs. Shit! The blonde growled and pulled at his hair, trying to think. He looked down at the brunette and back up at the faceless being; he was almost at the bottom of the stairs. Bending down, he picked Parker up roughly by the arms and told him to brace himself. The two ran full-speed at the window, covered their face and chest, and crashed through the glass and rolled across the front yard, relatively unharmed. Before the brunette could even speak, he found himself being pulled up by his wrist and dragged down the street by a terrified Kenny. He picked up the pace in an attempt to escape the Slender Man's grasp, and didn't stop until the two reached Kenny's house. Only then did he look down and realize there were little shards of glass stuck in his shirt and legs. Thankfully his foot was only just starting to bleed from a sliver of glass sticking out slightly; otherwise they were as good as dead.

Kenny was panting hard and looked ready to fall to pieces. He didn't dare peek out his window or go near the door. Instead, he gently pulled Parker along to his room, but stopped when said boy hissed slightly in pain. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"M-My foot," Parker replied, looking down. Blood was already spotting the carpet where he stood. "I got glass stuck in my foot when we went through the window…it hurts…"

The blonde nodded and, without warning, picked the brunette up bridal-style and carried him to his room. Parker clung to the blonde tightly, afraid he would get dropped, and whimpered when Kenny gave him a mischievous look. When the two were finally in Kenny's bedroom, Kenny kicked the door closed and gently set Parker on his bed. He then ran to the closet, pulled down a tank top, and tossed it to the injured teen.

"Put that on," he said softly, eyeing Parker's current shirt: littered with tiny shards of glass. He could easily get cut in that thing. Making his way to the door, he said, "I'm gonna go look for some tweezers to get the glass out of your skin. Just change your shirt and don't move; I'll be right back." He sent a little smile at his friend before vanishing beyond the bedroom door.

Parker waited until he was sure the blonde was gone before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off. Carefully he set it on the floor and pulled Kenny's tank top over his head, and waited. Looking down, he realized he wasn't leaving much to the imagination anymore. He shrugged it off and flopped backwards onto the mattress, wishing so desperately that all of earlier that night was nothing but a horrible nightmare. This couldn't be happening, not again!

Kenny poked his head back into the room and smiled. "Good news; I found some tweezers," he announced. He crept back into the room and closed the door behind him, listening. Nope, nothing. Sighing in relief, he turned back around and sat on the bed next to Parker. "Ban news is, they're pretty small, so it might hurt…a lot."

The brunette looked up at his friend with sad eyes. "Just get it over with," he mumbled. He set his left leg on Kenny's lap and grabbed the pillow hard, waiting for the glass to start coming out. Pain surged through his leg as Kenny began working, pulling out the little shards as quickly as possible an apologizing when the brunette started whimpering that it hurt like hell. Kenny was just thankful that Parker decided to shave the day before, otherwise it would have been ten times worse.

"A-Are you done yet…?" Parker whimpered.

"Almost," Kenny replied. He smiled down at the pained teen, realizing just how hurt he seemed to be: his eyes were squeezed shut and leaking tears, he was biting his bottom lip, and his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was holding onto the pillow. And then there was the fact that his back was arched and he was panting softly; probably to try to calm himself down. Kenny tore his gaze away before Parker could notice him staring and blushed.

'Just concentrate on the glass,' he told himself. He grabbed the glass in the brunette's foot and warned him before pulling hard and swift, finally ridding the brunette of his problematic wound. "Okay, next leg." The brunette gave him his other leg, and Kenny went to work as before, pulling out the glass and apologizing when he heard his friend hiss. When he was finally done he sighed and smiled down at Parker, telling him to relax. He vanished from the room and reappeared moments later carrying some peroxide and bandages. After Parker was fixed up and bandaged, he hugged Kenny tight and thanked him for everything, practically crying into his chest.

"Hey," the blonde said softly, tipping his friend's chin up, "what's wrong?"

Parker sniffled and wiped his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry K-Kenny…I never m-meant to get you c-caught up in any o-of this…" He took a shaky breath and buried his face back into Kenny's shirt, crying softly. "Y-You're gonna get k-killed and it's a-all my f-fault!"

Kenny could feel his heart breaking and hugged the crying teen tight, rubbing his hair soothingly and shushing him softly. "Please stop crying, Parker," he whispered sadly. "I'm not gonna die, but even if I do, it wouldn't be your fault. I promise." He rested his chin on the other boy's head, staring straight ahead. "People die; it's a fact of life. And if it turns out that my time has come already, well…you'll have a guardian angel to look after you and protect you."

The brunette sobbed. "I d-don't want an angel! I want you!"

"I know," Kenny murmured, still stroking Parker's hair. "That won't happen for a long time anyways, okay?" He pulled the other boy away for a moment and smiled at him. "Just please try to calm down, hm? Everything will be alright." He wiped away the tears from the brunette's eyes and chuckled softly before saying, "You know, crying isn't a very good look on you. You look better when you smile." He rested his forehead against Parker's, staring into his eyes with a slight smile on his face. "Will you smile for me? Please?"

"I-I can try…" Parker sniffled again and stared into Kenny's blue eyes and smiled a tiny, shy little smile. He could feel his face flush when he realized that Kenny was holding his hand and blinked, but smiled a little wider. "Like that?"

Kenny nodded. "Just like that." He gave Parker's hand a gentle squeeze before rubbing their noses together cutely. He smiled when the other boy's face turned bright pink and pulled him down onto the bed, holding him close. "Now let's try to get some sleep, 'kay?"

Parker hesitated before mumbling, "Okay," and snuggling his face into the crook of Kenny's neck. "Goodnight Ken."

"Goodnight Parker," the blonde murmured, smiling. "Sweet dreams, kiddo."


Kenny's such a good friend, isn't he? :) How will Parker handle being apart from his friends now that the Slender Man is in the picture? Will he go after them as well, or is his only target Parker now? And how will Parker's dad react when he sees the broken window and his son covered in cuts? Stick around to find out :D