AN: Hi! Sorry I couldn't update during the weekend. Homework + Weekend = Procrastinating and Staying Up All Sunday Night.
This is the part where I say I don't own Slenderman. Bet ya knew that already.
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Chapter 6
Pretty soon, I found myself in the woodland once more, looking for Slenderman. I figured I could try and call him, but I remember what happened last time and didn't want to look like a "pathetic little human" again. So I just walked. And strolled. And paced. And treaded. And all the synonyms I can think of right now. Subconsciously I started to whistle a tune that I can't remember the name of. I whistle the high notes, making my whistling sound a lot like the chirps that float joyfully in the atmosphere. I was probably so distracted by the symphony that nature set up that I no longer smell pine. When I look down at the ground, there are no more pinecones or pine needles. There are, however, many acorns and the multicolor leaves of the oak trees.
I look up to see the part of the woods I have been missing practically the entire time I lived here. I gasp quietly at the wide variety of colors that meets my eyes. There's a rich red, a shade of red that only Mother Nature herself can only provide. A warm orange made itself known, imitating the same orange of pumpkins that are pretty much in season. A vivid yellow is present, attempting to glow as bright as the sun high up in the sky now. Finally, there's green, those of the trees that have some catching up to do with autumn. Taking a small break, I lay down on the ground, not caring if my clothes get dirty, and I enjoy the marvelous art gallery this scene has provided.
A shadow falls on where I'm laying down. Well look who finally decided to show himself. The same deep chuckle vibrates in my head, and I look up to see Mr. Fancy Pants. I smirk when I see that he has the same elegant attire that he wore the last time. Does he even change clothes? My smirking face changes to a more curious look as I ponder this to myself. I just notice that I tilted my head to the right when I see Slenderman mimic my gesture.
Why are you giving me that look?
"What look?" I question, feigning innocence.
The one you were giving me a second ago.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't just give people looks, you know," I shrug as I say this, "And as in people I do include you too."
That's nice to know, but your body language says different. You don't have to tense up at my question.
"Okay, now I know you're cheating," I accuse, "You're just reading my mind or something, because you were just reading me like a book. Which is against the rules."
Against the rules of what?
"The Rules…" I let a dramatic pause linger for a moment, "of the Universe."
Rules of the universe?
"Yup. Don't forget "The". With a capital T. The Rules of the Universe."
You still haven't answered my question, little one.
"Yeah, well… hey, don't call me that!" I whine, "I'm not little!"
You are to me. Not important though. Stop avoiding the question.
"Okay, okay fine," I grumble, "Why do you always dress like that?"
Like…
"Like if you were some kind of aristocrat."
That's a big word for such a little human.
"Now you're just being mean. You stop avoiding my question this time."
I think these clothes are rather comfortable.
"Yeah, but, you had them last time and the time before that. Do you just wear them all the time and never change? What happens if they get dirty? Or are they supernatural just like you are?" I was going to continue my bombardment of questions, but Slenderman interrupted me.
Take a breath, little one. Too many questions. Ask them one at a time.
"All right. Number one!" I hold up my index finger, "Do you only wear those clothes?"
Yes.
"What, really? Okay, number two!" Two fingers up now, "What happens if they get dirty? You do live here in the woods, after all."
They don't.
"How do… anyways, three!" I wave my three fingers, "Are they some kind of paranormal clothes or something?"
I think so; they haven't gotten torn or dirty at all.
"Well that explains everything."
Good to know.
"I was being sarcastic. You just can't be explained that easily."
I'm assuming that wasn't a compliment.
"It wasn't a complaint either. Well, maybe a little, but don't worry about it."
We just stayed there for a few minutes in silence, enjoying each other's company. No words had to be said, or at least in my case, since Slenderman doesn't talk aloud. Movement in my peripheral vision catches my attention. Look towards my left, I see a gray squirrel darting down a tree. I observe it as it eyes an acorn, and seeing no other squirrels within its range of sight, grabs the acorn and dashes up the tree again. I lose interest as soon as a couple leaves hanging on a branch cover my view of the little rodent.
Do you want to see something?
"Depends on what it is. Is it one of those places you said you were going to show me?"
Yes… is there a problem?
"Nope. Lead the way."
Do you want to teleport?
"Nah. I never been in these parts of the woods, so I want to soak it all in. If that makes sense."
It does. Follow me, then.
The colors of the leaves remind me of fire. The vibrant reds, the sheen orange, and the brilliant yellows surround me as I trudge on, playing Follow the Leader with my woodland tour guide. We sauntered. We ambled. We hiked. And any more adjectives that English can provide me. I look up at the blue sky. There are several clouds everywhere, so I can't really say it's sunny with a clear sky. Despite the groups of clouds covering most of the sky, the sun's rays peek through the crevices, shining bright and proud.
I look at these woods' mysterious inhabitant directing me to wherever it is he wants to show me. I look at how tall he is and scrunch up my eyebrows. I'm pretty sure he's like seven feet… and a half. Probably eight feet. Maybe even eight feet and a half. I really don't know. If I'm 5'3", then he must be… oh never mind, I'm not going to get anywhere anyways. Slenderman continues with his stride, having to take his time because of what a "little human" I am.
I look up at the scenery and imagine what would it look like if I were to bring a chair, an easel, and my painting supplies, and begin to spread the tints and shades of the paint across the white surface. I would obviously use those colors that blend in so beautifully with the landscape. I daydream of my imaginary work of art while my legs go into autopilot mode.
The sound of rushing water reaches my ears eventually, and I focus on the location I have been brought to. My eyes widen as they are met with a stunning view of a waterfall. It's small compared to other waterfalls I have been to, but still tall as is. The sunlight strikes the flowing pristine water, creating a quaint rainbow. I recall my daydream of the painting earlier and change my mind. This is where I would paint the landscape. The delightful vista of the waterfall would be the perfect place. I step closer to it, raising my hand to touch the cool water spilling down to a small stream. There's no Koi this time, but it's perfect the way it is.
Do you like it?
"Like it? I… absolutely love it!" The wonderment of my voice is clear, "How did you find this?"
Living here for a very long time has its benefits. Luckily, no humans were able to ruin it before I got here. I made sure it would stay this way.
"But, wouldn't someone eventually come and discover this place?"
Several times that was about to happen. Good thing I was able to keep them away.
"Keep them away? How?"
Apparently, my appearance can easily scare them away. The word friendly doesn't exactly come to their minds when they see me.
"You don't look scary to me," I declare, "You look different, but not frightening."
Thanks for the confidence boost.
I laugh. "Looks like I'm not the only one sarcastic here, huh?"
Wait a minute… that's right, you haven't seen them.
"See what?"
I thought that Slenderman, the supernatural occupant of the woods, couldn't possibly get any more interesting. I was wrong. Right before my eyes, I see not one, not two, but about six through eight tentacles waving in the air. The inky black tendrils seemed to have spring out of his back, and were radiating a stronger aura of supremacy. This would have scared most people, but instead this fascinated me. My eyes enlarged at this uncovered secret.
"Woah!" I exclaim in awe, "That is so cool!"
You think so?
"I know so!" I say, "Those people are scaredy cats."
He waves them around him, clearly enjoying my amazement.
"I bet I can do that," I claim, "Watch!"
I put on a face of determination as I attempt to do the impossible. Which is the opposite of possible. Which pretty much means I can't do it. After a while of my silly effort to do this, I relax my face.
"It takes practice," I cross my arms as I say this, "You just have to give it some time."
I'm pretty sure you can do it.
Sarcasm drips from his words.
I brush off imaginary dust from my shoulder.
"Pffft. Whatever."