A black tendril slithered towards my ankle out of the fog. I glanced down and smashed my foot into the ground next to it, causing the length of flesh to flinch back to a safe distance.
"None of your games, fucker. Tell me what the hell you're up to. Cause I've had enough."
There was a moment of silence, then quiet, slow footsteps echoed from the fog, and Slender walked up to me, he stood closer to seven feet tall now that he was right in front of me, his entire being was tensed. He looked frustrated and somehow hurt.
"You're angry." He said simply.
"Damn right I'm angry! You've made my mom lose her mind, my dad's getting sick, I don't even know what the hell you did to Michael or what the fuck happened to James, and I sure as hell am not planning on letting you get to Madeline and Bronte again!"
He stood and listened to my rant in silence. When I had finished he put his pale hands in his pockets as if thinking over what I had said. After some time he spoke again.
"What would you do?"
"What?"
"To end it, what would you do?"
"I... don't get it."
He seemed to be losing patience with me.
"Before you said you'd do anything for your friends. What would you do now, to end it?"
Wait, what?
"You're saying, heh... all of this can somehow be undone?"
Slender craned his neck upwards and sighed. As he did so the fog cleared, and I saw the remains of bodies littering the icy meadow around me. I clapped my hand over my mouth and shivered, but as I did I felt a strange warmth seep into my feet. I glanced down. The ice was melting, the frozen layer of dew that had settled over the grass began to weaken and drip away. I felt the cold air that nipped at my shoulders subside and it began to feel like an ordinary summer evening. Then the shadows of the bodies around me fidgeted. They began to collapse and what I had originally thought to be corpses turned out to be piles of discarded firewood. I breathed in quietly and looked around. There was no strange aura of death here any longer, it was not a scary place at all now. I glanced back at Slender. He was standing quietly, his weight on one leg and his gaze fixed on me. I blushed and whipped my head back around.
"What's the meaning of this?"
"The meaning." He said simply. "Is that there is more than meets the eye, and the eye can be easily deceived."
All at once the air suddenly hung heavy again and the fog returned. The stench of rotting human flesh and old blood came to me, and I gagged. Cold crept over my body once more.
"I can easily remove what I inflict, little girl. It's whether or not I want to."
I groaned. He was starting to sound like a spoiled rich boy who just got promoted to CEO of the entire fucking world.
"Well, what if I ask you to?"
"You propose a deal, then?"
I shrugged. "Sure, call it a deal. You leave my mom, dad, Bronte, Madeline and Michael alone."
He took a step towards me and nodded.
"Very well."
"And, I don't want any of them to remember you, or anything that happened. Got it?"
He thought a bit about that one, then I saw a tiny smile curl over his empty face and he nodded once again.
"You demand a lot, little girl."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not a little girl."
He reached down and grabbed my by the collar of my shirt, lifting me up so my face was right in front of his.
"I haven't told you my conditions yet though." He shook me playfully. "Little girl."
I glared at him and crossed my arms.
"Ugh, what?"
He pulled out a small slip of folded up paper from his pocket and slipped it into my own.
"First, I get to call you 'little girl'."
...uh... what? Are you fucking kidding me?!
"The rest is written on that note. Though the ink won't show up until you get home."
He grabbed my hand and shook it.
"Deal." He said, and put me down.
"Now off you go, your mom will be waiting."
He spun me around and I was suddenly right at the edge of the road again. I glanced to my left to see my mom talking to some of the paramedics. They were loading Michael up carefully and my mom was giving them her contact information.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the slip of paper. Like he'd said, it was currently blank. I suddenly panicked. I had no clue what was written on this note. Not one fucking clue. But I was already locked into a deal with Slender... so I had to do whatever appeared on that note tonight. That sneaky son of a bitch. Laughter echoed through my head and I moaned my disapproval.
Damn you, Slender. Damn. You.
Later that night I was sitting in my room quiet. It was amazing. Things had completely changed. My dad wasn't sick or lethargic at all, and in fact had no recollection of the migraines at all. As far as my mom was concerned, she and James had called it off, the whole fiasco of me going to her house and him fucking all that shit up didn't even exist. Michael apparently was living with James in an apartment somewhere in town and had gotten drunk wandered off, then called my mom for help while the two of us were out. Everything was just... normal.
Except my fucking head was a mess. Static was beeping quietly through my brain. The walls of my room seemed to warp like fun house mirrors. My body felt hot and cold and tingly all at once and I felt like I was losing my stomach on a roller coaster.
I sat quietly, staring at the note, refusing to blink.
Just blank paper.
Come on already, damn it! I thought. I just want to know what the fuck I have to do!
Then, slowly, black splotches seeped through the paper in messy scribbles. I stared at it curiously as the black writing began to stain it and realized it was backwards, I flipped the note over and read it.
"Time to play the game, little girl. Do come visit me in my woods. I'm lonely."
A cold breeze slipped over me from my open window and I groaned.
"But... I'm so tired..." I mumbled to myself as I stood. I pulled on a pair of jeans and my boots, slipping on a comfortable sweatshirt and grabbing a backpack, stuffed my phone, though I knew it'd be useless, wallet, a flashlight, my keys, and a pocketknife inside. I swung it over my back and cracked my door open carefully, careful not to wake my dad. I crept through the hallway downstairs and slipped out the front door quietly as possible, turning around and looking out into the pitch black night. I dug my keys out, but an echo seeped through my ears.
"You don't need those. Just walk. I'm not far."
I groaned and put my keys back into the backpack, pulling my phone out to check the time. Oh for fucks sake, it was already two thirty? Damn it, I should be in bed. I grumbled my disapproval and began walking towards the road. I had a general guess of where to go, there was a park nearby with a decently wooded area, that would most likely be where I'd find the void.
Just a casual night, you know? Sneaking out of the house to go to the park.
Go to the park where a serial killer stalker creepy fucktard was waiting. Yeah, totally normal situation.
Author's Note: Next chapter is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere! My, my Slender, what will he doooooooo? Hmmmmmmmmmmm...
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