A/N: sorry for short chapter, just had to get something out to avoid an even longer wait.


"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair
Still I'm the only one who seems to care"

-Passion Pit – It's Not My Fault I'm Happy

When Amelia woke up the next morning after the longest night of her life, she had expected everything to look different. She expected to wake up in a forest or wherever it is that Slender Man resided at. But everything was the same. The crack in her wall was the same. The absence of her Aunt Sharon in the morning was the same.

The only thing that wasn't the same was the fact that somehow she ended up back inside her big empty house, lying in bed with her red rain boots and outwear off...almost like last night's events never happened and it was all one big dream. Amelia knew she had a bit of an imagination but what happened the night before would've been impossible to come up with on her own.

The sound of the door opening downstairs prompted Amelia to get up from bed and race to the stairs to see who it was. Maybe it was Slenderman, returning to keep his promise. A sigh escaped from her lips when she saw who it actually was. It was her unreliable aunt, back in time for breakfast.

"Amelia! Time for breakfast!" With a roll of her eyes, she slowly went down the stairs to meet her aunt. "What in the world?" Amelia stopped in her tracks, only just now realizing that she had left quite a mess in the kitchen when cooking for Slenderman. She wasn't sure if she should tell a lie or tell the truth. If her Aunt Sharon wasn't going to believe in the danger behind the crack in the wall, then without a doubt she wasn't going to believe in the Slender Man.

"Amelia Pond, did you do this?" She stopped right at the entrance to the kitchen, observing her aunt who was in the process of cleaning up the kitchen. She saw the plastic bag sitting on the table, knowing that its contents were to be her breakfast, lunch, and dinner today.

"No," she said simply as she took out the small cereal box, milk, and small loaf of bread and began to prepare her food. "Maybe it was a burglar," she continued, sticking two pieces of bread into the toaster.

"Why would a burglar break into the kitchen only to create a mess?" The garbage can was starting to get full from all the uneaten food that was lying about the place. Amelia, ignoring her aunt who was now trying to sweep up egg shells on the ground, began to butter her toast only to think of when she tried to get Slenderman to eat buttered toast.

"Maybe he was hungry." Amelia really wished her Aunt Sharon would stop talking about the mess in the kitchen. It only made her disappointment grow as she thought back to the Slenderman. He had seemed nice...but probably not nice enough to keep his promises, even if that promise was made to a stranger. She sighed loudly as she sat back down at the kitchen table, pouring her cereal and milk into the bowl.

"Honestly Amelia, do you really-" The abrupt stop in conversation caused her to worry and to eventually look up at her aunt who was staring at her in the strangest way. "Have you been up all night?"

There was a noticeable pause before she answered. "No." But of course, her aunt didn't believe her. She sat there and listened as her Aunt Sharon went on and on about the bags under her eyes, her disheveled hair, her rumpled clothing, all the wasted food that was now in the garbage, and who she could possibly have cooked all that food for cause it certainly wasn't just for herself.

"It was for a friend."

"It wasn't for Mels or Rory was it?"

"No, it was for Slenderman."

And with those five words, the rest of Amelia's life would never be the same.