Hey everyone! It's been a while. Sorry this collection here's been kind of... dead. I have a colossal list of Makorra prompts and no idea where to start, nor do I have the time to write them. -_- But I digress, here's just a fun little drabble inspired by a post on tumblr about OTPs playing Slender. For those of you that know about Slenderman, I think you can see where this is going. Enjoy, guys. Reviews are always appreciated~

~Slenderman~

"Holy crap…"

"Mako, relax. I got this."

"Are you sure? I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Of course I'm sure. Look, I'll even turn off the flashlight. That's how sure I am."

"Wait, no, turn it back on!"

"Someone scared of the dark?"

"No! But now we won't know when he's coming! He could be right behind us! Can you see anything? Because I don't see anything."

"You're such a baby. He's not gonna catch us."

"You don't know that!"

"What happened to the balls you had when we fought Amon? You weren't nearly this scared then."

"This is different."

"They're both evil beings without faces. I don't see how this is different."

"Amon didn't kill people!"

"I wouldn't put it past him."

"Just turn the damn flashlight back on, Korra."

"Ugh, fine…"

Korra jumped back with a screech the second the flashlight flickered to life, and Mako nearly leapt out of his skin. His eyes scanned the trees around them for some signs of pursuit, heart hammering against his ribcage. When he realized all was quiet, he turned to glare at Korra.

"What was that for?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see your reaction."

Mako rolled his eyes, placing his hand on her shoulder and using it as an anchor to steady his emotions. "Don't do that to me. Do you want me to have a heart attack?"

"I think you'll be having a heart attack on your own in about two minutes, city boy. You don't need my help for that."

"Why's that?"

"Look." Korra jabbed her finger in the direction of a far-off tree, where a slightly crumpled piece of paper was pinned to the trunk. "I found one."

"Shit, no, don't grab it!"

"But I have to. Otherwise we won't win."

"But he's gonna come after us!"

"Mako, calm down, for Agni's sake. I'll protect you, don't worry."

"I'm holding you to that."

Korra wandered over to the tree and shined the flashlight on the note; in faded black ink, someone had drawn a picture of a faceless man, and in messy scrawl around the doodle were the words "Don't turn around".

"Holy shit, just leave it and run, Korra."

"Mako, go put on your big boy pants and come back when you'll actually be helpful."

She snatched up the note with a triumphant whoop, moving around the tree and heading back into the darkness.

A resounding boom echoed in the distance.

"Spirits, what was that?"

"Oh, that was him."

"What? Dammit, go put the note back, Korra! Maybe he'll leave us alone!"

"I can't just put it back. It's mine now."

Another colossal boom bounced between the trees. A slightly manic grin stretched across Korra's face.

"Pfft, you think you're so badass, don't you? You can't handle the Avatar. Come at me, bro! I dare you!"

"Don't encourage him!"

"What? It's not like he can hear me." She began spinning around in circles just for the hell of it, the flashlight skittering over tree trunks like a frightened meadow vole. "Bring it on, Slendy! I can take you!"

"Korra, I swear to Avatar Aang, if that thing catches up with us — SHIT. SHIT THERE HE IS. RUN, KORRA, RUN!"

"I can't run with the flashlight on, Mako!"

"DAMMIT, STOP TURNING AROUND TO LOOK AT HIM. JUST RUN BEFORE HE KILLS US."

"Fine, sweet Yue above, I'll run if that makes you happy!"

"NO, NO, STOP. TURN THE FLASHLIGHT BACK ON. HE'S GONNA SNEAK UP ON US AND I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING."

"Mako, calm the crap down. I know what I'm doing."

"SPIRITS, EVERYTHING IS GOING FUZZY. WHY IS EVERTHING GOING FUZZY."

"Maybe if you'd let me keep the flashlight off so I could run, things wouldn't be going fuzzy!"

Suddenly, a white, faceless head obscured Mako and Korra's view, followed by a high-pitched screech like a broken radio signal. Static distorted the entire scene, and Mako launched himself away from the computer faster than the lightning he bent. Korra had never heard him scream so loudly before.

She spun around in her chair, draping her arms over the back and grinning at her boyfriend. "You ok, there, tigerdillo?"

Mako looked paler than Slenderman himself, every ounce of color drained from the firebender's face. One of his hands was tangled in his scarf, the other bracing his weight against the wall behind him. His golden eyes were nearly bugging out of his head.

When he spoke, his voice was broken, frazzled; he sounded like he was choking on something.

"We. Are never. Playing that game. Again. Ever."

A laugh bubbled from Korra's lips, and she swung one leg over her chair, stepping around it and over to Mako. She placed her hands on either side of his face, waiting until his terrified eyes focused on her, and then she stretched up on her toes to brush a kiss against the side of his mouth.

"Don't worry, Mr. Cool-Under-Fire. We'll invite Bolin and Asami next time."

Mako groaned.