The young boy and the father had arrived at a factory out at the very outskirts of their little town, and the blue-eyed boy couldn't be more excited. He had never seen where his dad worked. His mother would never tell him for some unknown reason. Maybe it was because the smart, young boy would have started looking up the place on the Internet. He admired everything about his father, so it was only logical that the father's job would be wonderful.

As the two drove by an armed guard, who seemed to have quite an interest in the little boy sitting in the backseat of his father's car, the little boy looked up at the large factory. It had a large sign that labeled the factory as GENLAB Industries. The young boy didn't know what could possibly go on in the place, but his dad worked here. It was only logical that whatever went on here was cool. The boy followed his father, who had an almost painful grip around his small arm. The boy didn't complain about it though. He wouldn't want to upset his dad by telling him that he was hurting his son. Once they entered the set of double doors, which required his father's fingerprints to get in, they were met with a tall man with thick glasses and a bald head. He glared down on the small boy before pulling him away from his father, dragging him to a cage which had various, scientific-looking objects pointed at it.

The boy cried for his father to help him as he was thrown into this cage. His father did nothing to stop men from chaining him to the insides of the cage. The father only smiled as he made his way over to a panel which held controls for the devices around the cage. As he flipped a switch and the boy screamed in agony, the father only smiled. Everything was going according to his plan…

"Wake up, Slendy! You're going to wake up the entire hotel if you keep this up. Hey! Do you hear me? Wake up, dude!" Anne was shaking the being that had stayed with her in the hotel room. She had forced him to take them to a hotel and had even made a journey back home-dragging him along-in order to pack a suitcase. That certainly had sparked a violent argument between the two. It ended with Slendy bringing them back to the hotel, all the while detailing how he planned to kill her. He had later fallen asleep at some point during the middle of the night on the small couch that the hotel provided. It certainly didn't look comfortable for him to sleep on considering his imposing size, but he had somehow managed it. She certainly wasn't going to offer the bed to him, so he had made do with what he had.

The Slenderman snapped to full awareness, grabbing the woman that had been trying to wake him from the dream. He looked at her for a long moment before pushing her away, grumbling something about she shouldn't touch him or he'd kill her. Why was he having these dreams again? It had been years since these dreams had plagued him. He simply could not understand why these nightmares had decided to visit him again.

Anne watched over the entity which seemed to be deep in thought. She had woken up to his voice loudly yelling in her head to make this stop or for someone to help him. Those mental cries hadn't been the only thing that had awoken her. The ever-present tendrils had been lashing out at unseen foes and only managed to slap into walls. She could only hope that no one else had been awoken and called the manager.

As if her thoughts could influence Fate, there was a loud knocking at the door with someone yelling that it was the manager of the hotel. Anne slowly made her way to the door, cracking it open part way. She smiled at the man, who was only glaring at her. "What exactly are you doing in here?" the man demanded.

"Sorry," the woman replied while cracking the door just a bit more open. "I was watching an action movie. I guess I just had the volume up a bit too loud." She tried to look convincing, but the man just pushed her aside, saying that he wanted to look in the room. Anne looked around him to find that the Slenderman was gone and any damage he had caused was gone. She gave a sigh of relief, which turned to a gasp when the so-called manager pushed her up against the wall. What he wanted was all too clear when he forced his lips onto her.

Do you really think that wise, Mr. Manager, a voice snaked into his mind. He looked around the room, not knowing what was going on. Was this woman some sort of witch? He simply ignored the voice and turned back to the woman, about to kiss her again. He was surprised when something lithe and black covered his mouth and pulled him away from the small woman in one fluid motion. The manager was turned to face Fear itself.

The blank white face seemed to look into his very soul, and what it found appeared to come up wanting. With a tilt of its head, the thing asked, Do you do this often, harm women this way? Is this something that is enjoyable for you?

The manager's eyes grew wide upon hearing that strange voice in his head once again. What was this thing, and how had it gotten into the hotel? The woman didn't seem to fear it as she slowly came to stand next to it. She only looked to be apprehensive about what would happen next.

Answer me, you filthy vassal of the flesh, the voice demanded harshly in his mind. When the man slowly nodded his head, he had effectively signed his own death certificate. His head was crushed.

"Now, how are we going to convince all the people working in this hotel what happened to the manager? I can't very well walk up to the front desk and tell them that the Slenderman was in my room and killed the guy for trying to-"

Just shut up, you irritating woman. You could show some gratitude. I could have, I should have, just let that man have his way with you, Slenderman replied. You needn't worry about the body. I will convince the workers that their manager never worked here.

"So…you're going to use a Jedi Mind Trick?" Anne asked, smiling at her joke.

Slendy simply stared at her for a long moment. What the devil was a Jedi? Simply deciding not to acknowledge her comment, he took the manager's body and disappeared. The body had to be taken care of. Having someone walk in and find Anne with the manager's dead body certainly would be counterproductive in their attempts to find Ellaina.

Anne was lounging on the couch reading Othello when the Slenderman decided to show up again. He didn't say so much as a word to her, only sat down on the edge of the bed and lay back onto it. Convincing the people that their manager had never worked here was harder than he thought it would be. Apparently, Anne wasn't the only person he had ever moved upon. The female workers held much hate for the man, and destroying a memory that someone had a strong emotion like hate connected to was always taxing. It had been done though. No one would ever know what had become of the man. For all intents and purposes, the man had never as much as stepped foot in this hotel.

The woman sighed, closing her novel. All of this had been entertaining, but they really needed to start searching for Ellaina. The Slenderman had said that she was somewhere out in the middle of the desert, so why weren't they searching for her?

We are not looking for her because the Sun is still out. In case you have not yet noticed, human, I am rather noticeable, his voice suddenly stated.

"Don't read my thoughts," Anne huffed. She really didn't like this Slenderman. She couldn't explain why though. He was just too different for her tastes. Still, he had saved her so the least she could do was act somewhat grateful. "Look, I want to find Ellaina as much as you do, but you look tired. Plus, what you said is true. Anyone driving through the desert would see you. You're like a big sore thumb." He looked up at her with that comment, not understanding the cliché. "It's just a saying, meaning that you'd be noticeable. So, while the Sun is still shining nice and bright, how about I go looking for Ell while you get some rest? You look like you're tired…."

As you wish. I have but one request for you.

"And what would that be?"

Try not to die.

Anne merely stuck her tongue out at him in response before she grabbed her purse and room key to leave. She looked back over her shoulder to see that the Slenderman seemed to be relaxing on the bed, trying to sleep. Isn't he cute? she thought.

I am NOT cute, a voice stated very bluntly into her head.

Anne only laughed and bid him sweet dreams as she left the hotel room. She'd leave the Slenderman to the Dream World while she would try to find their mutual friend.

A/N- So, I'll I say is that one of you reviewers is right about Slendy's dreams. It should be a bit clearer now, at least I think, what they consist of. The clues are there. And, yay, Slenderman to the rescue again! Haha. I hope you enjoyed it. More coming soon.