(A/N) Sorry for the wait. I've been busy writing another story and writing for later chapters and stuff. Trying to make it enjoyable for you guys. Anyway, on with the story.

I crawled into my tent as the wind howled fiercely and the temperature dropped. The fire had been warm, but we'd have to get going early tomorrow if we were going to make it back to Ardorville in time. I kicked off my shoes and rolled out my sleeping bag, eager to wrap myself in warmth. Before crawling in, I layered with two extra long-sleeved shirts and an extra pair of sweatpants. I heard some of the other girls grumbling in their tents about how cold it is here or how the ground was really hard or, heaven forbid, their phone died.

What a tragedy, I roll my eyes. Sissies can't even handle a few minutes without their phones. Relaxing into my sleeping bag, I listen quietly for the sounds of nature. Eventually, the girls' voices die off into nothing more but a few giggles here and there. The wind whistles through the trees and the night creatures spring into action as their 'day' begins and soon, I fall into a deep slumber.

I'm suddenly awoken by the sounds of pine needles crunching. I shift in my sleeping bag, seeing it is still night. Groaning, I turn over, hoping the asshole who disturbed me is nothing more than an animal, until I hear voices.

"Do you know which one she's in?"

I freeze.

"No, dumbass. That's why we're looking for her. If we knew where she was, we would've already found her and taken her back." Another said. I recognized this guy's voice. He was the one with the white hoodie and the wide cut smile.

"Well, start checking. We have to get out of here by sunrise. Which is arriving very soon."

"Take those tents and I'll take these tents."

I hear more crunching, a pair coming towards me and the other away. Those guys...they're back. I hold my breath as my heart pitter-patters in terror. I hear a zipper rip away and shrieks. That surely woke everybody up. I hear more shouts and the raspy guy curse. I hear more screams and then silence. Did he… I shake my head. Focus more on trying to get out rather than what he's doing now. I decided to stay in my tent because if I unzip the zipper, I would likely cause the guy to come after me and I'd be trapped. But if he finds me, I'd be trapped in here…

I rub my head in frustration. This is so difficult! I hear more zippers unzip but no screams, instead just the pounding of shoes on pine needles. They're running away. I quickly put on my shoes, thankful for the extra layers to keep me warm. I hear another zipper unzip, but farther away on the boys' side, and a shriek. Man those boys have girly shrieks. I hear a curse from the raspy guy as his shoes crunch over to my tent. I sit in complete silence, praying he might pass over me. He walks around my tent until he stops at the entrance. His hand reaches out and starts unzipping my tent. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm crouching down and ready to spring. When the tent flap is a quarter open, I spring into his face. I shout out in surprise and anger as my nails dig deeper.

"B-BEN!" the guy under me shouts and lets out another curse.

I look over to the boys' side and see a link look-a-like over there. He turns toward me and shouts out a curse.

"I'm coming!" Elf boy sprints towards me, his red and black eyes narrowing on me.

I release Mr. Clown Face and sprint away. Away from the tents and deeper into the woods. I don't know why, but I feel the need to draw these two intruders away from the camp to make sure the others aren't harmed. Well, harmed any more than they are already.

I hear their footsteps behind me as I try and push my legs harder than they've ever run before. My clothes snag on a couple of stray branches, tearing into me. Don't look back, don't look back, I keep telling myself. By this point, I've run so far away from the others that I can't see ten feet in front of me, making it harder for me to escape. I start stumbling over stray roots, rocks, and sticks but it also seems my assailants are also struggling to catch up to me.

"Haha!" I shout out in triumph until I trip over a root. I scream as I tumble onto the pine needles that get tangled in my hair and cut my face. I then see a dark figure leap out above me and I shriek again, rolling away from it. His feet land right where I was and I scramble to my feet.

"We meet again, dollface." He says, a sick and twisted grin growing.

The Link look-a-like finally catches up, panting hard. "We've caught her?" He asks between pants.

Mr. Smiley nods. "Looks like." He creeps closer to me and I dash away. I hear a loud curse and continue fleeing. Not watching where I was going, I tripped and fell into...water. I sit in the stream I was at, not realizing that the pounding in my ears impaired my sense of hearing. I should've been able to hear the stream. I sit in the freezing water, shivering like a wet kitten. My muscles have clenched together so hard from the cold that I couldn't move.

"Now, we finally have her-!" I hear the elf's voice say until he falls into the stream. I hear a shriek over to my left and see Link's look-a-like flailing in the shallow water, electricity sparking from him.

Odd, I think to myself as the elf sparks into nothing. I look up to find Smiley standing there, a frown penetrating his features. I take this chance and start getting out of the stream, snapping Smiley out of his stupor.

"That was my friend you little shit!" Smiley hissed as he jumped into the stream with me, the water not phasing him one bit.

"Gee, I'm sorry," I say sarcastically, "I'll be sure to bring flowers to his grave."

He grabs me by the throat, his nails digging into my skin. My hands fly to his arms, trying to pry him off me. His grip on me tightens and I struggle for air. Black dots spot my vision.

"You will pay for what you have done." He growls. "How does it feel, to be at the mercy of somebody else? To feel your body dying, wanting nothing more than peace."

What his words mean make my heart throb. I know what it's like to feel an outcast. Dying inside because of what they can do to you...and nobody stopping it.

My hands fall to my sides as I choke on my tears and his strangling hands. He senses me relaxing and relaxes his grip so I can gulp in sweet air.

"You're lucky I have to keep you alive." He murmurs as I stay limp in his arms.

"What have they done to you?" I ask.

He blinks. "What?"

"What have they done to you?" I say, louder.

He growls and his grip tightens immediately. "None of your damn business."

That's when I realize he's angry. If he has to keep me alive, yet he hurts others when he's angry, then… "Th-they screwed up y-your face." I manage to choke out.

"What?!" He howls in rage at me. "My face is damn right beautiful!"

"It's a f-face of a f-freak!"

"Take it back!"

I smirk. If I'm going down, I'm going down with amusement. "N-no."

He starts shaking me like a ragdoll in rage and throws me against a tree. I groan in pain as my back connects to the bark with a snap. I swear something broke. He stomps threateningly toward me as I lie there, gasping for air.

"You're goanna pay you son of a bitch!"

I close my eyes, waiting, accepting defeat when I hear nothing. I open one eye and then the other in awe. The sun was peeking over the horizon, casting it's orange glow on the world. Smiley stands there dumbly, staring at it. He looks to me, then the sun and starts sprinting away. I watch him leave. After a while, I stop hearing his fleeing footsteps and sag against the tree.

The birds start singing their songs, the stream's sounds finally registering to me. A strangled laugh erupts from me. It starts out more like a chuckle, then a small laugh until I'm rolling over, dying of laughter. My mind can't seem to grasp what just happened and I'm here, laughing at what could've been my death bed. But I can't stop laughing.

This must be what shock is like. It has to be. I think to myself as my throat gets sore from my laughs. Eventually, I quiet down until I'm just lying on the ground and staring at the trees above me. I close my eyes and stretch my arm up, feeling the sunlight touch my skin with its warm light. I sigh in relief, giving thanks for saving my life. By the time I get up and start heading back to camp, the sunlight had already touched the ground. I trudge along quietly, making note of the mess I've made of blindly crashing through the trees on my way here.

"I must be blind," I say to myself. "If the sunrise saved me and it was dark, then there's no logic." I chuckle. "Yeah, that must be it. Blind. I must be blind. Blind of terror."

Just as I near the campsite I hear a shout. When I turn around, I'm tackled to the ground by Lucas.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm f-fine."

"When we saw the two guys running away, we started getting a head count of who's here."

"What happened? What about those screams?"

Lucas looks away, his eyes downcast. "They were the last words they would ever say."

I gasp as my eyes moisten. "They're d-dead?" I whisper.

He just nods solemnly. "When you weren't with us, I assumed they kidnapped you. They left the dead bodies in the tents though…"

I get into a sitting position and hug him. "At least we're both safe...for now."

"For now." He hugs me back.

Unfortunately for us when we get back home, the nightmare has just begun.

Jeff

Jeff sprinted all the way back to Slender's Mansion shouting every foul curse he could think of as he entered the front. Once inside, he slammed the doors shut, turning around to face his fellow Creepypastas with scowls upon their faces.

"What?" Jeff grunts.

"You didn't get her," Masky says, crossing his arms. His black features scowling at him.

"Yeah well, Slender said to only get her at night. Because in the sunlight…"

"Yeah, yeah. We all know what happens." Masky waves his hand dismissively. "But, seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously?" the adolescent elf boy said as he crawled out of the TV. "Leaving me to deal with all the crappy work? Then choking her nearly to death? Not cool dude, not cool."

"You almost choked her to death?!" Masky screamed.

"Yeah, so what?" Jeff shrugged.

"So what? So what?! She could be…! She's important because…!" Masky growls in frustration. "Do I even need to tell you why we need to keep her alive?!"

"Because she could possibly be the chosen one blah, blah, blah." Jeff waves him off. "Slendy couldn't be more clear. But it's still kinda stupid. I mean, how do we know for certain she is the chosen one? She's slipped through our fingers multiple times. Maybe we should just give up on her."

"Give up?!" BEN gasped then narrowed his eyes. "Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

"Oh, come on. She's really frustrating." Jeff walks past them. "I'm going to my room."

What Jeff didn't want to tell them is that she somehow grabbed his interest.

So, I've read a story where BEN Drowned can't survive in water but reappears in electronics and stuff. So, I decided I wanted him to do that. And in Jeff's story he loved how his face looks and in the fanfiction's I've read, he is insulted if he is called ugly. Hopefully, I will get another chapter up tomorrow and that will be the end of part one!