KEY
Bold : Slender man
Bold Italian : Your Evil Thoughts Or Hidden Power
'Italic's' : Your Thoughts
'Underlined Italics' : Mother's Word's Or Memory
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'Mom...' You Couldn't Help But Think About Her Death. How Her Death Was Mostly Your Fault. Images Of Her Limp Body Keep Flashing In Your Head As Your Father Yells At You For Insulting Your Bratty Step Sister.
'Why Did U Have To Die?...' You Felt Tear's Tickle Your Chin As You Let Them Slide Down Your Cheek. You Couldn't Ignore The Fact That My Father Was Now Crouched In Front Of Me, Pity Lacing His Light Blue Sky Like Orbs. 'Why Are U Even Trying?...' You Hesitantly, Stood Up & Walked In The Direction Of Your Room.
Once You Closed The Door To My Room You Instantly Put On My Headphones & Sang Along To The Song That Played,
"Failure By NEFFEX"
"Failure Ain't An Option... So I'd Be Cautious, I Know That Your Watching... Don't Try To Stop This..." You Sang Quietly But Loud Enough For U To Hear Yourself.
Suddenly Glass Drops In Front Of U Leaving U In Shock As U Stare At It Almost As If Your Life Depended On It. Your Gaze Soon Land's On Your Shattered Window.
'This Can't Be Happening... This Only Happens In Wattpad Story's Or Webtoon Comic's...' U Shakily Walked Towards The Window Clenching Your Fist.
Remembering The Moves Your Mother Taught U Incase Of Moment's Like This. A Flash Of Memory Come Flooding Back To You Of You & Mom Sparing Together. 'The Star's Can't Shine Without Darkness Sweetie, Remember That'
'Mom...' You Realised U Had Your Eye's Closed The Entire Time, U Open Them To See The One & Only CreepyPasta Member You Knew By Heart. His Slick Light Brown Hair, His Light Baby Blue Pools, His Bright Yellow Hoodie.
"Masky?" You Muttered Taking A Step Back Realising That Masky One Of Slendermans ''Proxies'' Was Standing Right In Front Of U. The Figure Tilted It's Head At U, Showing Off The Feminine Mask They Wore.
'Yep, That's Masky...'
Masky? Took A Step Closer To Causing U Out Of Instinct To Take A Step Back. You Looked Down At Your Hands To See Them Shaking Violently. You Looked Back Up To See That Masky Was No Longer There.
Internally, You Screamed At Yourself For Backing Away. You Only Showed Him That You Were Afraid. Something The Pastas Longed For From Their Victim's.
Sometimes They Craved The Screams Of Pain & Suffering From Innocent People.
'How Can The Pastas Be Okay With What They're Doing?... What Do They Long For That They Have To Kill To Get It?...'
'Blood... They Want Blood...'
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「Total Character's Typed : 584」