"Why are you stalking me? Where is my family? Where am I?" I said, sounding like a lost puppy. He sighed.

"One at a time you will find out the reason." He said, his gaze taking into the stars.

"Hmph. You could at least tell me where I am."

"You." He said, turning his full attention to me. "You are in my favorite place in the whole world."

I looked around once again, confirming his statement. I am in an abandoned playground. His favorite place in the world.

"You sick bastard." I teased, playfully inching away from him. He was taken aback by my actions, and if it was possible, he seemed to be hurt.

"How?" He asked.

"How what?"

"How are you not afraid of me?"

My heart beat faster after he asked that question.

"I... am?" I wasn't entirely convincing. He planted his face in between his palms. Sheesh, Therese, if you're going to lie to a supernatural being at least try to sound realistic. I couldn't fool my younger brother, how could I expect myself to fool someone like Him?

"Therese, do not lie." His voice was louder now. My heart rate increased. This time I wasn't lying. He gingerly placed his hand on my shoulder, but he did not face me. Timothy snored behind me. The merry-go-round started spinning slowly. My senses increased by the second. I abruptly placed my hand on his and squeezed on it. I was once again surprised at how warm his hand was.

"I'll confess. I am not afraid of you." I said in my normal tone.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I believe you're just misunderstood." I turned to face him. "Tell me I am right."

He pondered for a moment before turning to me. He nodded his pale head. "Right." He seemed unsure.

"After all, you did just slash a wound in my neck and almost kill my brother." I said in a lighter tone.

"What is it that you mortals say nowadays? Ah, yes. Shut up." He said, releasing his hand from under mine. He seemed to be blushing. Is that even possible?

The next few moments were of silence, until I broke it.

"Why are we here?" I asked, laying next to Timothy.

"You need fresh air. You've been in the hospital for weeks."

"How many weeks, specifically?"

"I do not know."

"..."

I still had so many unanswered questions. Maybe I could get close to him and get him to answer me? No, he couldn't possibly be friends with a mortal like me.

"Perhaps, if you want." he said in a low tone.

My mind froze. Did he just read my thoughts?

"Want what?"

"If you want to go home, I can take you there." he said, sounding a bit regretful. I practically jumped off the merry-go-round.

"Of course I want to go home! Hell yeah!" I screamed, practically scaring whatever creatures were hanging around the trees. My cheering was interrupted by a thought. What about Tim?

"Hey, um, Slender man?" He turned his head to me.

"You must be thinking about your brother. He must stay here. He cannot join you." My joyous mood instantly dropped. WHY?!

"Do not ask why. Just do so." He said like a father. "Are you sure you want to go home?"

I looked at Timothy, then I looked at Him, and then at Timothy, and then at Him.

"No. I want to be by my brother."

"Very well."

I decided to lay by my brother, and I eventually fell asleep. After what seemed like seconds, I was awoken. My body was being shook and my vision was still fuzzy. I tried to stretch but was restrained by a pair of strong hands. I was being carried somewhere. I looked up to the person who was holding me. It was Him. On his back was Timothy.

"S-Slender man?"

"Sh, go to sleep." Weird... I've heard that sentence in a Creepypasta before. What was that? John the Miller?
My train of thought was interrupted by a maniacal laughter from behind. Footsteps seemed to get louder behind.

"Why don't you teleport?" I said, a bit alarmed by the situation.

"Sit still. I can't d-" He was cut off, literally. One of his tendrils on his back were sliced clean off. Black was oozing from one of his tentacles.

"I need more time!" He yelled to our pursuer. There was no response. Slendy stopped and put me down. Tim was put down as well. He was healthy and awake.

"Hey Therese, where are we?" He asked, rubbing his tired eyes. He slept for a long time.

"I'm exhaust-!" His complaint was cut off by His tentacle wrapping around his mouth.

"Silence child," He scolded. "or I will put you back to sleep!" Timothy instantly shut up. I was wondering though, why did He put Timothy to sleep in the first place? Was he simply a nuisance? Like I said, I still have so many unanswered questions. Slender man grabbed our hands and led us down a dark hallway. The ground was cobblestone and the walls were draped in moss. The ceiling was leaking, dripping every few seconds. Soon enough a large brown door appeared in front of us. He opened it, and it was a bedroom.