Slender Man – Ryuk

(Warning: Homosexuality is mentioned. If you are uncomfortable with the subject, skip the flashbacks or the chapter as a whole.)

I approach the construction site, sighing at the sight.

"Another one of your setups?"

"Aw, but cousin, is it not any better than the last place?"

I roll my eyes, approaching my cousin, Slender. The King didn't like this bastard, I don't either. Because of him I am always short on time. If he hadn't been drunk, if he had never done that…

"You still don't forgive me?"

(November 1, 1942 at 10:43 pm.)

"Shaun, come on!"

Shaun stood at six feet and four inches, his hair practically white. The street lights blinded me as they glared against his head. God, his laugh is so damn annoying. It continues to echo off the cobblestone streets and dark alleyways. God, please explain to me, why did I park the car so far away?

There he goes wondering off- fuck! I grab him around his waist and pull him away from the bridge edge.

"Come on! We are almost to the car!"

Shaun's smile seems to go wider as he turns in my arm. Without a word he pecks my cheeks, laughing at my expression.

"Come on Rick! Don't be so serious!"

I grew even more angry without a moment's hesitation. Don't be so serious? I might have to go to war! What is there to be happy about? Remember, he's just drunk…

"Hey, Rick, you can let go!"

Embarrassed I let go, only to have him scoop me in his arms. I struggled to get down, but he laughed even louder. I forgot to mention, I'm only five feet and five inches tall. That is how it has always been between us. He would mess with me till I was in tears, all the while he'll be peeing his pants from laughing so hard. Why did I take him out again? Oh, finally, the car! A beauty itself, a red Pontiac Streamliner, straight from the store! I almost broke into tears at seeing the beauty.

"Hey, do you really have to go?"

Startled I look up into his pale face, pale eyes. He looks sad suddenly, his forehead crinkled. I sigh at his expression and pat his cheek.

"Alright, put me down-"

"No!"

I growl low in my throat angry at my predicament. I'm going to strangle him… Eventually he does put me down, but not without slipping his hand into my coat pocket and taking my car keys. Before I could scream, yell, fucking kill him he grabs my wrist. He practically shoves me into the passenger door. Faster than light he is in the driver's seat, starting the car.

"Hey, you're drunk."

"I'm fine!"

I click my tongue and finally open the door. As soon as Shaun heard my seatbelt buckle he speeds away. Holding onto the side of my seat tightly I try to yell at him again, only for him to roll down the window and scream in delight. I always hated how loud he was…

Soon he slows down, a smile softly touching his face.

"You really have to go, huh?"

"…Yeah…"

The car's atmosphere grows thicker as the drive goes. Not much longer Shaun slams his hand on the wheel.

"Damn it! Why did you have to tell me the day BEFORE you leave?"

The guilt wells up in my heart again and I stare out my window. I can hear Shaun sigh heavily and shift a little to get comfortable. The road begins to bend slightly, causing me to tilt and lean against him. God, are you just against me today?! When the road straightens itself, allowing me to fall away from him, he turns without warning. He drives up a worn path through a small patch of woods before stopping in front of an abandoned house. I know this old house well, worn from years of misuse. This was our favorite place to go, to get away from everyone.

"Come out Rick."

I snap from my thoughts to see Shaun standing in front of the car. I exit the vehicle, slamming my car door, and jog to catch up. At the door Shaun pulls out a skeleton key and unlocks the heavy oak door. The door squeaks on its hinges as it opens, making me flinch. To my surprise candles were lit to make the place brighter.

"Shaun, I think someone else is here!"

My whisper goes unnoticed as he continues from the doorway over to the left. I follow hesitantly, checking every corner for something lurking there. I don't really like the dark…

"Here we are!"

I am stunned by how much moonshine, wine, and beer bottles and jars litter the tables. All of them look unopened, and after examining one of the wine bottles I realized these must have been at least 40 years old.

"Where did you find this?"

"The wine? In the cellar, that's the door we tried to open by the way."

Couple years back we came back for memory's sake and found this door that happened to be locked. We tried everything to get that damn door open. Nothing made it budge, not even Shaun's size 16 boot. I wonder how he got that door open?

(Present)

"No, I haven't," I point towards the entrance," Some kid ran in there. Did that messed up girlfriend of yours get him?"

"No, he's fine. He locked himself in a room with her dream child. Guess she gets two."

He has not changed, not one bit. Even without his features he still likes to add unnecessary details. Rolling my impossibly wide eyes I munch a little on the apple I found while walking through the trampled path.

"All of that was for good reason…"

"It was for your selfish, stupid, and dumbass self!"

(November 1, 1942 at 11:32 pm.)

At this point I was a little buzzed, a jar of moonshine still in my hand. Somehow I lost a game of poker and am now punished. I don't feel shameful for sitting on his lap, it's actually kind of nice- Whoa! I'm drunk.

"Shaun…We, should… G-go!"

Shaun holds his liquor well, he's already had four bottles of wine plus the mug of beer at the pub.

"Nah, we're fine. I wanted to talk anyway."

"About?"

"Germany."

Completely sober (okay I lie, I'm only slightly) I sit up a little to look at him.

"It's my choice. Nothing to discuss."

"Nothing?! You could die!"

"Then I'll die with American pride."

The room suddenly grew warm and I can feel something squeezing the life out of me.

"Whoa! Easy on the grip there Slendy!"

"I won't let you leave!"

This childish son of a bitch! I snap and before I can think it through I have him pinned under me, my knee in his gut.

"Damn it! It's my choice!"

He glares his most infamous glare, saved for the ones who are royally fucked. In this case, it was me. He flips me over, only to pick me up by my shirt and toss me to the other side of the room. My back crashes against the wall, my bottom landing on top of a bottle. Thank you Lord that it didn't break, but it does hurt. I struggle to get up, but I didn't have to struggle for too much longer. I am thrown again and this time I land on a jar, breaking underneath my hip. I let out a cry of pain, curling around my side. This seems to bring him back, and maybe sober him up. He is soon kneeling next to me, rolling me on my back. Quietly, tears streaming down his face, he takes out the larger shards from my hip. When he can do what he can he envelopes me in his arms.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking…"

All I can bring myself to do is pat him lightly on the chest, my arms pushed up against my chest. He still won't let go, but he raises his head.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

I let him peck me on the lips, but I have to bend my neck to stop him from doing anything else. He finally lets go, and best as he can he helps to drag me to the car.

(Present)

A small hiss appears at my side. I look down to my right to see Ms. Slendy glaring up at me. The maggots seem to have finally start to eat her actual face.

"Hello Ms. Slendy."

"It's Mrs!"

I chuckle a little at her frustration, taking another delightful bite of my apple. Now that I think of it, the moonshine was flavored…

"Shaun-"

"It's Ssslender Man to you!"

I glare down at the little nuisance, and glance back up at his blank face.

"What was the flavor of that moonshine?"

If he still had his lips, I knew he would have smiled. Now if he did it looked like a snarl.

"Cinnamon apple."

(November 1, 1942 at 11:43 pm.)

"Shaun, I should be going to the hospital!"

"No Rick, they'll ask questions! I can't answer those, I!"

He couldn't finish his sentence. About five minutes ago he admitted to getting lost. Now this is just ridiculous! I'm bleeding, just drank a lot of alcohol, and I know that if I don't get to a hospital soon I could get sick.

"Shaun, I'll tell them a story! Just take me to the damn hospital!"

Something seemed to cross his mind that moment and he stops the car. He turns in his seat, staring me dead in the eye.

"You know I care for you right?"

Cue rolling eyes.

"No, I mean it!"

"You're drunk!"

"I LOVE you!"

My breath catches and I can feel the bile rise to my throat. I think he knew how disgusted I was feeling because he went to say something. I interrupted him.

"Start driving."

He does as he is told (rare) and drives carefully. Right about now I feel like shit, my side is hurting, and top of it all my COUSIN just confessed his impure feelings. Disgusting, absolutely, and positively disgusting!

"No."

I look over to my left, seeing his are dead set on the road. His eyes, however, show he is somewhere else. I begin to grow nervous at how quickly his moods have been changing today.

"Slendy?"

"I won't let them take you! If you die," he begins to speed up, turning the wheel a little.

"It will be by my hand!"

Just like that we flew, for a few moments. It was peaceful right before the crash. Well more like a sploosh, and quickly the car began to fill up with water. I began to panic and went to unbuckle my seatbelt. Shaun unbuckles me then cradles my head.

"I won't make you suffer."

SNAP!

(Present)

With a sigh I drift towards the construction site, listening to Shaun ramble on and on about how much I was going to love this place. All I could think was, Light. Get out as fast as possible.