Continued from last chapter.


"This isn't possible. This is a whole other room. A whole room I've never even noticed." The room was empty, apart from a wooden table and a few packing boxes. Amy could still hear Slenderman's attempts at trying to make her leave the room. She could hear him talking but each time she looked back at him through the open doorway, his mouth wasn't moving. In fact, his mouth had disappeared completely. His voice must be in her head. Another question for later.

"Get out of there." His voice was low and dangerous. Not a threat. But urgent.

"There's nothing in here," Amy countered. The door shut behind her, telling her otherwise. There was someone in the room with her but she couldn't see them. She hears Slenderman's footsteps reach toward the door but he doesn't open it. It's like he's waiting...but waiting for what? Why doesn't he come in? Is he waiting to see how she'll react to whatever is in this room? Is he...scared?

As the questions kept piling up in her mind, Slenderman's voice became louder in her head.

"Get out. Get out of there now."

Amy could feel something lightly touching her back, like a hot breath whispering across the back of her neck.

"What is it? What are you doing?"

"There's nothing here, but..." Amy was frozen in place, unable and not wanting to move an inch.

"Corner of your eye." Amy's confusion rises but she looks in the corner of her eye again. What she sees makes her scream and rush out of the room in a blur. It was definitely not human, whatever it was.

She runs right into Slenderman, losing her police hat as a result. Her bright red hair falls around her, the disguise gone. She can see the question forming on Slenderman's blank face. If he had eyebrows, they would be raised. "Kissogram," Amy huffs, subconsciously tugging her short black skirt further down. It was plainly obvious to anyone she was no policewoman. But the question was still present on his face.

There was no time to dwell on her identity for the being in the hidden room had emerged. But it looked nothing like what she saw. It was a workman in overalls accompanied by a black dog on a leash. "But it's just..."

"No." Amy scrunches up her face when she notices the man was the one barking and not the dog. "No..." Amy repeats after him.

"Attention, Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."

"What's that?" She looks to Slenderman for answers but finds that he has none as well.

"Run." Amy wasn't sure who reached out first but she finds that their hands had collided into one another. With a tight grip on his cold hand, she makes a dash for the stairs. Before they could move another step, Slenderman had teleported them. The sensation was indescribable for Amy felt only static and smoke and nothing more.

They were outside her house and they were still holding hands. Slenderman was the first to break off the physical contact but never broke eye contact with her. It was unnerving, being stared down by an eyeless person.

There was a question he wanted to ask so she beat him to the punch. "Yes. A kissogram. Work through it." But he still appeared to be confused. "I pretended to be a policewoman because you broke into my house. It was this or a French Maid. So what's going on? Tell me. Tell me!" He continued to stare at her blankly to the point where Amy could see the giant question mark above his head.

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated." At hearing the booming voice from above, Amy turned to leave. "Come on."

"No." His voice sounded more real and less like an echo. He was speaking for real this time and not just in her head. She'd have to ask about that later. Along with everything else. "The shed."

"Yeah, what about it?" Amy shifted her gaze between his torn open mouth and the shed he was mentioning.

"I destroyed that shed last time I was here..."

"So there's a new one. Let's go." Urgency almost made her want to tug on the Slenderman's suit sleeve.

"It's old." Slenderman closed the gap between him and the shed. He stared at the old rotting shed for what felt like an eternity. "Twelve years. I'm not six months late...I'm twelve years late." At this revelation, he turned to face her.

When Amy saw he was staring at her again, she tried again to get them moving away from her house. "He's coming."

"Why did you say six months?" Everything was screaming at her to run away. His stance was dangerous, almost like a predator. With each word he said, Slenderman was coming closer towards her.

"We've got to go." Amy tried again one last time, backing away from him and the house.

"No." There was static in the corner of her vision and she tried blinking it away but to no avail. "Why did you say six months?"

"Why did you say five minutes!"

Everything stopped. The static was gone. The faint booming sound was gone. Slenderman stopped dead in his tracks. Before he could say anything else, Amy broke the silence with a, "Come on." And so he followed. He followed her out of the garden. He followed her into the village...

"You're Amelia." He spoke plainly, silently chastising himself for not having figured it out before.

"And you're late." There were lots of emotions running through her voice but none were overly familiar with him.

"Amelia Pond." He repeated himself, almost like he couldn't believe the words that were tumbling out of his mouth and the sight of the woman before him. "You're the little girl."

"I'm Amelia and you're late." She was beginning to sound exasperated with him. He's heard that tone of voice only once before in his proxies, Masky and Hoodie.

The unspoken question came and she answered it. "Twelve years." Something that felt akin to amusement and bewilderment flooded him. She had hit him with a cricket bat."Twelve years and four psychiatrists." When he tilted his head at her, she answered again. "There were four because I kept biting them." There was a pause as she turned away from him to keep walking down the lane. "They said you weren't real."

They were starting to come up towards the main block and that's when he stopped walking. The sight of him amongst humans was a troubling one. Not to mention how they would react if they saw him. They would not react to him as Amelia did to him: without fear.

When Amelia noticed he was no longer walking beside her, she turned her fiery gaze on him. Even more emotions were being emitted from those pale green eyes. He could not begin to pinpoint the ones that stood out the most. "What? What's wrong?"

Her voice had a sharp edge to it, the Scottish accent growing stronger with each word. He looked upon the people in the distance and back at her.

"Nobody believed me." Amelia was good at answering his unspoken questions. He didn't have to voice them in her mind. "Nobody thinks you're real." The small tremor in her voice gave a tug at something inside him. He paid it no attention. "They'll just think you're some guy in a Halloween costume."

He wasn't so sure of that. There were many times he would stand in empty alleyways, waiting for someone to walk by and notice the tall man staring at them. They would often flee in a panic, never catching more than a glance at him before he would disappear into another alleyway. He learned that most humans found him more terrifying when they would barely see him. Hidden behind a tree in a dark forest, standing behind a dumpster in the shadows, almost in plain sight out of a foggy window...

But to be standing here in the village, middle of the day with the sun beating down on them, no dark corners to hide in...he wondered if he would have the same effect.

There was only one way to find out...