How would it feel to have to coordinate your own escape in a world where everyone and everything seems to know you inside and out. Well Everyone except for you, just take a good look at Harry James Potter who has been mulling over how to get away all day since he awoke faking his death would be possible, but he's not the best at Transfiguration. Regretting letting Ron talk him out of studying, he made his way to the library prepared for hours of research. Even though he can just pack up and leave, Dumbledore is well-versed in tracking spells, so he could find him quickly if he wished, so he sat in the library on his own to see if there was a way to counteract tracking spells, but did not envisage him being successful since the library's contents have become much slimmer since Dumbledore became the headmaster. He groaned after hours of research and finally admitted his defeat, although it didn't fit with his nature he was tired and his back wasn't improved by spending four hours straight in the library. He checked the time and cursed when he saw that it was nearly dinner time, which meant that he hadn't eaten anything all day. His stomach growled violently as evidence that he hadn't eaten. Harry began making his way toward the Great hall after putting away the books he had taken out. "Where were you mate!?" his 'best friend' Ron Weasley asked once he had finally taken his seat at the Gryffindor table. Harry considered other places he could have been, such as writing a letter to Sirius or meeting with Professor McGonagall (he would have to recall that thought for later because perhaps he could obtain some more transfiguration lessons from her). His simple lie of being out on the quidditch pitch practicing for the upcoming match with Slytherin seemed to soothe Ron as he began to pile food into his mouth while Hermione watched Ron with disgust before turning to Harry with a calculating look in her eyes. Harry looked away and quickly finished his meal unaware of the chaos that is going on 4221 miles away across the sea in America.
Meanwhile Across the ocean…
In a dark mansion on the opposite side of the world, strange beings begin to wake in the dead of night. These beings are unlike those that you normally see, they are all different, and freaky is a name one might use to describe them. While it may fit them, the word they use to describe themselves is a lot different, for they are a group of killers all working under one entity, that entity is well known amongst us normal people for it is the one people whisper about in the woods, it is the one that paralyzes the weak and murders the strong, and its name is Slenderman. Slenderman is the leader of a group of psychopaths all having different experiences and ways of ending people's lives, whether it be dismemberment, arson, stabbing, scaring, poison, or anything your mind can think of. But there was one thing they would never do and that is bring something dangerous into the mansion, for the creepypastas may be monsters but they are a family and family always protects each other. "OI TOBY WHAT THE FUCK!"... well almost always.. "W-what did I-I do-o!?" The boy known as toby shouts back, "YOU USED MY KNIFE TO CUT YOUR STUPID WAFFLES." A teen wearing a white hoodie stained with blood shouted at the waffle loving boy. "I-I didn't k-know it was your knife I s-swear J-Jeff! I-it was-s just sit-ting in the sink!" Toby yelled back in defense beginning to run away from the boy now known as Jeff who was now chasing him with his syrup-covered knife. "Yeah, cause I just got back from a mission and you know Slender rules!" The angry teen yelled, throwing the knife and splintering the wall right above where Toby was standing. "Eep!" Toby squeaked out looking at the syrupy knife stuck in the wall. Anyways back to why we were here in the first place. Just as Jeff was about to attack Toby again an owl flew through the previously closed window screeching before landing in front of slenderman who was sitting at the table with the rest of the creepypastas discussing their next mission "What the fuck is that!" Jeff shouted pointing to the owl. "It seems to be holding something.. A letter perhaps..?" EJ spoke quietly with Slender, discussing what they should do when suddenly Sally, being the curious child she was, walked up to the creature holding her hand out for it. The owl hooted before flying onto her arm and holding out its leg, Masky quickly ran up to Sally grabbed her, and shooed the owl away but all he got was a blank stare, the owl still holding its leg with the letter out. Realizing nothing was wrong, slenderman slowly walked towards the owl before carefully untying the letter from its leg thinking it would simply fly away once he did so. The owl stayed staring between slender and the food on the table as if trying to tell him something, the being sighed softly before extending a tentacle and grabbing a piece of bacon before giving it to the owl as well as some water, the animal cooed happily once finished before flying out the window again and sitting on a tree branch just outside the window. "I th-think it-s wa-aiting for u-us to r-re-read it," Toby said, twitching as he reached for another waffle now that everything had settled down. Slender motioned for everyone to sit back down before moving to his seat and gracefully sitting crossing his legs and slowly opening the letter everyone's attention on him and the letter, once he got the letter out of the envelope his eyes quickly scanned the contents before he looked up at the rest of the people in the room. He looked at each of them for a few minutes before he was interrupted by an impatient Jeff "Well!? What did it say!" He yelled exasperated. "It seems we are to have a new member soon.." Slender answered, still looking at the letter./p
