AN: Surprise! I have a new chapter! Woo! :D (just a warning, there's cussing in here because of Heather)

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Guest #1: Yeah, poor Slendy was feeling guilty, but that doesn't mean that Heather would go easy on him. (You'll see in this chapter)

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I don't own Slenderman, but I'll count on Heather to keep a close eye on him… hehehe.

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Chapter 21

Heather POV

"Slendy?"

I told you not to call me that.

"You… you bastard!"

I went up to him and kicked him in the shin. I would slap him too but he may just be a little bit too tall for that. I cringe when I practically hurt myself, but my stubbornness overcame me and I kicked him again.

"Why the hell would you leave?!"

You have quite the foul language.

"Foul language my ass! I don't care; you on the other hand did the unforgivable. You just disappeared without a word! What's your excuse for that, huh?"

You see-

"Don't you dare 'you see' me! I want it straight out, and it better be good."

I wanted the best for Andrea. That's valid as is.

"Ha! The best? No! She was cutting herself in the cave so you would come! Did you even realize how desperate she was to see you?!"

Yes, I turned out to be wrong, but at least I came back!

"Oh. My. God. You sound exactly like Andrea's dad."

The static in the air intensified tenfold and blared not only in my eardrums, but in my head too. I screamed and clutched the sides of my head.

Don't you ever compare me with that despicable human again. I took it the first time but twice is enough.

"Argh! Stop that!"

The static hovered for a moment then calmed down, eventually dimming to a low him in the background. If anything, that just agitated me more.

"Listen you big baby. Andrea is missing, most likely kidnapped and you're here whining about being compared with her own father?"

I despise- wait, what happened to Andrea?

"You moron! While you were having your mood swings and going all MIA, danger found Andrea and guess who isn't there too protect her because he was being a pussy."

I was doing what I believed at the time to be the safest for her.

"Well look at how that worked out! I would go find her but unfortunately I'm human and I have my limits. I can't connect to her mentally nor can I sense her aura, but I know someone who can."

He seemed to pause for a minute, so I guess he was searching for her mentally. We stayed like that until he spoke up again.

I can faintly sense her aura, but it's far away.

"Can you connect with her mentally? Or does she actually have to be here?"

She has to accept my signal and communicate back to strengthen the connection, but she doesn't have to be here.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Don't distract me; I'm trying to connect with her.

Andrea POV

I eyed the trashcan with interest. Okay, that sounds weird, but it could possibly hold something to help me out. When I open it, there's nothing but a greasy pizza box. So much for that idea, I have more luck with defending myself with the milk carton than that. I close it with a weary heart, feeling put down by my unsuccessful investigation. I went over to the living room and plop down on the couch. Even though it's all worn out, it's really cushiony. Easy to lose stuff in… wait a minute. Perhaps something has wedged itself in the cracks of the couch? I get off the couch and search around for anything.

My hand reaches and grabs whatever it can find, and I've been pulling out every single thing I find in my encounter. So far I pulled out two nickels, a pen cap, and a button. My eyes widen when I come across something large. I pull it out to discover that it's a notebook. A college-ruled, 70-sheet, spiral notebook. When I open it, it's completely empty. The edges of the papers curled but otherwise, this is in good condition. I look at the pen cap I took. Now to find the pen it belongs to. After roaming around for a long time, I give up. There's nothing else in here except dust and lint. Then I remember, I haven't checked under the couch. I press my face to the wooden floor and to my surprise and joy, there's a pen. I extend my arm and take it.

It doesn't go with the pen cap, in fact this one doesn't have or need a cap, but hopefully it still works. I click it and on the first page, I test it. After a few runs, a line of black ink marks the page. I grin from ear to ear and even give out a small awkward laugh. But now that I have a notebook and a functional pen… what do I do with it? It's not like it helps my situation. I sigh. I'm really hopeless, am I? No use in sitting here and complaining about it, I have to do something, especially with Simon away.

Maybe I should go to the woods. If I run far enough, he won't even have a chance of finding me. Of course, he might have a better idea of the woods than I do, but what do I care. I'm doing this for my own survival now! There's no Heather, no parents… and no Slenderman. The only person I can rely on is myself. It's scary how I literally have nobody to even ask advice from. Just like the time when my father was gone and my mother was still broken. Heather was away and I didn't even know Slenderman yet. I only had Mary, or whatever her name is, to talk to. Now it's worse. If I want to someone else, it could only be to wait for Simon to come back. No way!

I need a bag to put all the food I saw earlier in. Once again I find myself on a scavenger hunt, but to no avail. I go to the kitchen and walk over to the fridge to get out whatever food I can get. There's a piece of cheese that doesn't look as bad as the rest, the milk carton, a bag of baby carrots, and a few good strawberries. All the rest looks kind of suspicious or can't be eaten as is, and I don't want to take the risk of getting food poisoning. Now to get a bag. Where the heck can I find one? I get a weird idea as I slowly turn around. There trashcan, the one with the pizza box. Maybe I can use the trash bag? After all, it's not in bad condition considering that all there was didn't stink or stick to the bag.

After taking out the trash, and I mean taking the trash out of the can, and placing the items I chose in it, I tie it up.

Do I have to take anything else? I guess not… but I want to take the notebook with me, with the pen included. Maybe I can sketch the scenery? While I'm on the run, am I crazy? Yes. I grab the spiral notebook and the pen. I'm pretty sure that I'm ready. Without a glance back, I open the back door and head on my way. I scamper off into the unknown woods, which I now actually take into note that it has no snow and that it's not as cold as the woods back home. I keep up my speed so I can put distance between the house and where I am. The farther, the better. After about a half hour of speed walking (though I really wouldn't trust my guess, I'm bad at these things), I slow down.

I open the notebook to a page and click the pen. My subconscious works on it while I take the time to think about recent events. Despite being currently captured by Simon, standing here in the woods reminds me too much of Slenderman. If he were here right now, he would be towering over me, still wearing that suit of his. I chuckle softly.

Andrea.

Yes, that's how he would sound like when he said my name. My memories recorded the deep rumbly voice of his. It's almost like as if he was actually talking to me now. I take a moment to look at the rough sketch I had drawn. Of course, it's of Slenderman. Though if someone else were to see this, they wouldn't be able to tell that he's inhumanly tall. I added a few trees on the side so that it's more obvious. Ripping the page out, I go up to a tree nearby and wedge it in a piece of bark that was sticking out. I take a few steps back to look at it. Yeah, that's certainly him.

Andrea, are you there?

I narrow my eyes. Okay, now my brain is messing with me. That's not cool. Maybe I'm so starved that my mind is making up stuff. My stomach isn't rumbling, but those strawberries did look good. I have to save those for later, though. I'm about to take the paper until a little voice in my head tells me that I should keep it there for Slenderman, if by any chance he were to cross it. I know Simon can find it too, and I'm about to take it, but my desire to take any chances of seeing him again wins, so there it stays.

I walk farther, doodling stuff and drawing out interesting things I come across. Even though that this is a different place, I can recognize some of the bird chirps I hear back home. What catches my attention is what almost sounds like… shouts far off. I recoil at the possibility that it's Simon, but since I'm on a hill I can go check. I peek behind a tree, and to my horror, there he is. In his hand is the paper. How could I have been so stupid? Of course Slenderman wouldn't find it! What is in his other hand scares me more. A knife. But what scares me most of all is the gun that's attached to his belt. I need to run! Crap! How did he even find me? Have I been too obvious on leaving tracks?

I dash by the trees, trying to be as quiet as I can, but it's not that secretive. I feel like he's right on my trail, so frantically in an act of desperation I scribble on a paper "Leave me alone" and place it in between two branches. Biting my lip, I darted out and speedily get out of there. Oh no, please don't get me!

Heather POV

She has to be getting my messages; I don't see why she isn't giving any indication saying she got them.

"Are you going to try again?"

Her signal is not stable right now. I can't.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She's not focusing on her thoughts. Like if she wasn't even thinking at all, mainly focused on her actions.

"Can you at least teleport is to where she is so we can go get her?"

I don't know her exact location but I know the area where she is. In fact, I distinctly remember having been there myself before. It's another woodland I used to roam around.

"Great! So you can find your way around there! Let's go!"

Heather, I plan on going there by myself. If Andrea is indeed kidnapped, I don't want to risk the chances of you getting in harm's way.

"Like hell you will! I am going with you, no ifs, ands, or buts. Andrea is my friend, plus I don't mind a little danger. It makes everything exciting! You should be worrying mostly about Andrea anyway."

If you insist. Anything that happens to you is not my fault.

"You got it! Now hurry up, we have to save her!"

He offered his bony hand, and I took it. Now for the mind trip part. My eyes go out of focus for a second and get dizzy once we arrive at wherever we are. I close my eyes, but open them again to see that we are in the woods. But it's different, not as cold and no snow at all. I look around and see a bunch of trees, but no sign of Andrea. There's a bush there, a rock there…

"How are we supposed to find her?"

I can sense her aura, remember?

"Oh! True! Where is she?"

She is that way.

He points toward the direction of where I saw the rock, and I quickly run ahead, not wanting to lose anytime. I know Slendy is doing whatever he does behind me to go ahead at my pace. We go like that for… a few minutes? I might have been exaggerating, since I'm all too eager to see her again. I look behind me.

"Um, Slendy, you sure she's here?"

Of course I-

"AHHH!"

We both freeze at the scream. I know that voice, and it belongs to the person of our quest. Andrea! Is she ok? No she isn't you numbskull, my conscience scolds me, didn't you hear her obviously terrified scream?

"C'mon, we have to hurry!"

I'll just teleport us closer.

He sounds as desperate as I am. I don't even reach for his hand, I just grab on to his leg while we teleport. We appear behind a tree, and in the distance I can see her! I want to yell hi, but when I see her face my blood runs cold. She has tears streaming down and her eyes are wide in terror. And when I follow her eyes, I gasp. There's this guy, not old but not too young (I'd say in his 30s), but he has a gun pointed at her.

"Don't scream again missy! Just come over here slowly and you won't get hurt. That's my last warning!"

Andrea is still frozen in place. I can hear Slender growl beside me, and I can pretty much feel the rage radiating off of him.

"I-I don't want to!"

"Disrespectful child!"

I jump when I hear a gunshot. I hear a scream but I'm not sure if that's me or not. I open my eyes once I realize I had them shut, and I see that man isn't too bad at aiming.

In fact, he hit Andrea, and now her blood is pooling on the forest floor.