Wendy's eyes snapped open as the redhead took a deep breath of air, but quickly closed her eyes again as the brightness of the sunlight briefly blinded her. Her eyes still closed, she slowly tried to stand up, but let out a light cry of pain as her broken leg sent a bolt of pain shooting down her back. Falling back down to the ground with a light 'thud', she lay there in silence. Not even birds were chirping. After a few moments, she slowly cracked her eyes open again, and squinted as the light blinded her once again. After her eyes adjusted to the light, she slowly sat up. Gathering her thoughts together, she fully opened her eyes and looked around. Trees surrounded her, but yet, she wasn't in the same forest as last night.

Last night. Shooting to her feet, ignoring the pain coursing through her whole body. She cupped her hands over her mouth, and called around.

"DIPPPPEEERRR!"

Her own coarse voice echoed around her. A few moments later, after hearing only the wind and her fading echoes, she tried again.

"DIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!" When that had no effect, she tried, "TAMBBBBRRRRRYYYY!" Still nothing. "anybody ?" She called weakly.

Slumping back down on the ground, she choked back a sob as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. Suddenly, she began to sob loudly, as all the pain she had had accumulated from the previous night slapped her in the face. Her head was throbbing, her broken leg was screaming with the slightest movements she made, and she was covered in bruises and cuts. Her clothes were battered and torn, and her mental state was slowly breaking. After a few minutes, the tears stopped flowing, and she looked around.

To her left, she noticed a big, two story house. Slowly getting up, her leg flared in pain but she ignored it and carried on as best she could. Slowly, she hobbled her way to the house, but stopped when she felt something brush against her foot. She looked down and saw that her foot had bumped into a flashlight. Picking it up, she pointed it beneath the house and click the light on. A bright light enveloped the darkness and Wendy felt some for her fears vanish. But only some.

Wendy noticed something propped up against the base of the house. A large, straight stick. Slowly she limped over and grabbed it. She placed her weight on it and sauntered on. It was unconventional, but it would do.

As she walked, she noticed a building in the distance. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was a factory type building. She didn't know why, but she felt something telling her to go in. Her curiosity peaked, she made her way towards the entrance. Darkness greeted her as she made her way in, but the shadows vanished as the teen clicked on the flashlight, her footsteps echoing against the hard pavement. Wendy shivered slightly as she looked around in the darkness. Noticing an open door to her right, she stepped through and shined the light in the room. A blinding light flashed in front of her eyes and briefly stunned her. When she regained her senses, she noticed the thing the stunned her

.
A large sign hung to a chain link fence in the inside of the room. Taking a closer look, Wendy noticed that it read:

'WARNING!'

'IN THE EVENT OF SUDDEN POWER LOSS'

All employees must be removed from the mines via emergency lift as soon as possible.

To power the lifts, please activate the emergency generators throughout the ground level of this complex. Six generators are the minimum required to power the lift at full capacity. Please see you supervisor if you need help locating them.'

Wendy sighed inwardly. 'Help locating them. Sure!' She rolled her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. So far she saw nothing else that would . . . 'Wait . . .'

She noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It looked like . . . Another note. Her knees shaking slightly, she walked to where the note was and picked it up with shaking hands.

'I am okay Wendy.

The woods are beautiful

Please come see

I am going to find YOu

sO yOu CAn SEE

iT's so beAutIfUL WEnDy'

She threw down the note and shivered. Wendy turned her head away to stop herself from reading the note again. Slowly, she made her way on. Passing through an open door, she shined the light around the vast space. Arrows litter the floor and walls, the words 'GET TO THE TOWER' and 'NEED TO GET TO THE TOWER' were on opposite sides of the wall. A row of arrows covered the ground a led to an elevator in the corner.

Wendy noticed a large object sitting near the elevator. Approaching it closer, she noticed it was a large, yellow generator, with a key already turned in the ignition. She reached out her hand and grabbed a hold of the starter cord and pulled as hard as she could. The engine sputtered for a few seconds, and stopped. Dead. Wendy ran a worrying hand through her hair and tried again.

Three tries later she was on the verge of a panic attack. She grabbed the cord again and was about to pull, when she noticed a large red container in a corner not too far from the generator. Slowly, she approached the canister and looked it over. It looked . . . A gas can? Noticing a cap on the spout, she opened it and took a whiff. A strong, heavy odor filled her nostrils as she started coughing. 'Yep', she thought 'It's definitely gas.'

Putting two and two together, she looked at the generator and found the fuel opening. With a heave, she lifted the canister and poured the gas in the generator. Waiting a few seconds, she pulled the cord again. The generator began to sputter and with a plum of smoke, came to life.

Light filled the area as Wendy looked around. In the corner, she saw a huge lift with white chalk arrows pointing up towards the opening. Loud grinding noises pounded in her ears as the metal doors slid open. Her breath trembling, she sauntered forward towards the nearest open door.

It was just about as dark past the door she chose as the rest of the halls. Sparse light flickered from the barely functioning safety lights, and they were more for detection than illumination. There wasn't much to make distinction between the shadows around her. Only her flashlight broke away the tyrannical grip of shadow around her.
Wendy noticed that part of the wall gave away at one point. She gazed down it with her flashlight. There, at the bottom of a small set of metal stairs was another generator. Stupid placement for these things she thought. But her actions did not allow her to waste breath on such things. She had to keep moving.

She swore someone was watching her. The small hairs on her neck spiked and stood up as she turned around once, looking for a source of the anxiousness. There wasn't anything behind and above her.

A few pained steps down, dragging that stupid can along with her, and she found the fuel slot for the generator. She had to put the flashlight down for a second, letting it shine just past her shoulder as she lifted the gasoline up and into its respected hole.

A pebble fell behind her.

She slammed the gas can to the floor and spun with her flashlight. There was a hallway behind her, underneath the stairs.

Wendy opened her mouth to speak, yet halted. If there was something else in here, maybe drawing attention to herself was not in her best interests. So she silently scanned past the borders of her room. Nothing was moving.

Her head started to hurt, but she shrugged off the pain.

Turning back slowly, she lifted up the gas and poured what little needed to go into the generator. Locking the cap back on with a quick twist, Wendy slammed her fist into the power button. It whirred to life, and several of the lights, dim and unimpressive with their light flickered, but did not radiate with strength as she had hoped.

Wendy sighed and turned her gaze back to the stairs.

She then screamed.

It was there, standing at the top, looking down on her.

Broken legged be damn! The redhead would not stop running, screaming in agony as she hobbled away as quickly as she could make it with only one leg. Wendy swore loudly as a particularly sharp jolt of pain had her hands slip their grips. The flashlight tumbled away and the canister fell to her side. She felt and smelled the gasoline spill around her, but she needed the flashlight more than anything else. With a roar of pain, she bent down, lifted the source of light up, and looked back once.

It was gone. It hadn't followed her.

Like she was going to fall for that though. It had played it's game with her once, and she was ready for it. Feeling next to her, she grasped for a large lead pipe. Heavy and clunky, she tore it from its rest, and spun around.

There it was.

"DIE!" she screamed and threw it towards the monster.

The pipe soared through the air, and like a charm, the moment it would have touched the monster, bending over slightly to fit inside the cramped space, the suited beast vanished.

"Huh?" Wendy gasped. The pipe clattered to the floor. It was gone. It had been there, and like the blink of an eye, it had left her. Wendy spun around again. Still nothing. She spun yet again, and still could not see it.

Had... had she...

Dared Wendy think she killed it?

No. Wendy Corduroy was a survivor, and survivors always played on the edge of safety. She couldn't let herself believe that it would be done with her just like that. Flashlight guiding her, she continued on.

Lucky to her, just past the corridor, there was a gas can propped right against another generator. "Yes," Wendy cried aloud, and commanded her arms to pour away. Slosh, slosh, slosh, drop the can, and slap the red button. The lights flickered again, stronger but not resolute. She would need to find more. Progress was made clearly, but she needed to continue.

Several minutes later, Wendy's arms were throbbing with pain.

The two generators she found after the first were relatively easy to locate, the hard part was lugging around the gas cans to the generators to power them. And now she was lugging a fourth one to another generator. The third had been tucked under stairs, and the can for that had been down a hall. These things were getting heavier.
Wendy's flashlight caught the reflective material of a sign. She turned her tired, scared eyes to the poster, and was shocked at what she found.

It was a yellow metal sheet warning workers to keep their helmets on, but it had been altered. The top two corners had been entirely removed, cut at angles from the middle of the poster down to the bottom two corners, effectively creating a triangle. Something had been cut through the middle of the sheet, providing a single line through it.

"The hell?"

Wendy stared at it, illuminating the object. It was something she swore she had seen before- in a life long before all of this hell. Something had been carved into the concrete below the sign, almost like scratch marks.

'Still watching'.

But she heard something from far off. It was soft and rapid, like... Footsteps.
Setting down the canister, she shined her flashlight in the darkness. "Hello?" she called. She listened more closely as she heard the footsteps grow closer. But she also heard something else.

It sounded like something was angry. It sounded like growling.

Setting down the gas can, she walked towards the center of the room ahead of her, and listened. The growling grew closer as Wendy's eyes widened. Grabbing the can, she moved as fast as she could, lugging the heavy can behind her. As she approached the room the world turned upside down as she was thrown away from the room.

Before she could register what was happening, pain racked her body. Wendy felt impacts against her body in quick, visceral bursts of pain. 'Is someone punching me?!' As if someone was beating her, small fists pounding on her body. Flinging her arms out wildly, she suddenly felt the fists stop.

Wendy laid on the floor, shivering with fear. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the pain on her body increase. She didn't want to move. Her bones ached and her leg felt like it was on fire. Suddenly, her hand brushed against the flashlight laying on the floor. She dragged her hand against the ground and grabbed the flashlight, groaning in pain. Crawling on the floor, she dragged herself to the edge of the wall and hoisted herself up. She let out a yelp as she felt her ankle give out beneath her. Tears streamed down her face as she stood there in silence. "What the fuck was that?" she asked with a tremble in her lips.

She sniffed loudly, wiping her face with the back of her and stopped short as a brief, searing pain ran through her nose. With a low yelp, she gently poked the base and yelped again as another jolt of pain hit. Sighing, she looked over her shoulder and noticed the gas can sitting on the floor where she dropped it before she was...

Wendy shivered, trying not to think about it. Slowly she made her way towards the can and picked it up. Entering the room, she saw the generator in the corner. Lifting the can, she poured the gas in the machine and tugged on the cord, the engine sputtering to life as the lights came on. All of a sudden, she was blinded, and her hands went to cover her face as she dropped to the floor, gasping. The light was so bright! She though that it would be welcoming, but as she opened her eyes, she felt a strong nauseating sensation overtake her. Stumbling around in the room, she walked out and made her way towards the railing near the room. Leaning on it for support, she felt a pulling sensation in her stomach as tried not to vomit. But try didn't work.

Dropping to her knees, the girl coughed up the contents of her stomach, as the strong taste of acid and remnants of her lunch filled her mouth. She kneeled there continuing to vomit, feeing as if she was trying to hurl out her insides. Suddenly, it stopped. Wendy opened her eyes, unaware that she had even shut them, and gasped as she saw a dark red color cover the floor, her hands and knees. "Did I just. . . . . vomit blood?!" Tears filled her eyes once again as she knelt in silence. "What's happening to me?"

Without another thought she stood up, pushing herself as quickly away as she could move away from the splattering around her knees. All that there, around her and now staining her jeans, it all was her blood. She had vomited a... a lot of blood.
Her eyes finally adjusted to the new light. Echoes of what sounded like power-registration units blasted around the halls, loud thumps against the stone and concrete walls.

That was a good sign to get onto the damn elevator and leave. Flashlight in hand, Wendy looked around her. The halls to choose from were not indicating the proper exit. She would need to pick one and stumble her way out without indication. So she chose the furthest right hall. The leg of her broken foot scraped a little against the ground as she walked through the now lit halls.

The lights ahead flickered and exploded. It was unnaturally dark ahead of her.
She gasped and pointed the light dead ahead.

It was there.

"NO!"
Wendy spun, digging her operational foot into the ground and pushing herself ahead with each step. She could feel more bulbs explode, one at a time behind her. This thing only worked in darkness, but it had the power to create that shadow now. There was no natural light she could run to down here.

She was back inside the room and before she had a chance to choose a direction to leave, she saw someone. Clothed, with a hat, running towards her.

"Dipper!" Wendy gasped, the world lifting itself from the pits of hell just a smidgeon.
He did not reply. He was running at her at his best speed. She couldn't see his face, he was barreling down at her.

Growling.

Pitter-patter.

"Wait, Dipper?" Wendy called ahead. Those sounds had come back, but they were coming from the approaching twelve year old. Not from the lit hallway next to her, or behind her, but ahead. Dipper was there.

Dipper was making those sounds. He was the one running at her.

He had attacked her earlier.

"Dipper!" she shouted, and dived aside. "Bud, what the hell!?" The boy had lunged for her, hands outstretched to claw at her face. He fell past her as she landed to the side, and pulled herself up painfully. As Wendy turned and started retreating down the hall, she saw him pull himself back up as well, and peer after her.

"No, Dipper," Wendy gasped.

His eyes were black, empty sockets. His mouth was almost a blur. It wasn't growling she had heard, but incoherent babble and mad spluttering of words and sounds. Hisses, snarls, a language of evil and insanity was being spoken by the kid she would have been the girlfriend to.

Her future boyfriend. The boy who was now running at her was the only person alive who she had shared a bed like that. The only being alive she let touch her like that. The only one ever who had stood up for her silently without her watching. He had admitted his love for her before.

Tears streamed down her face as she turned and ran.

There was nothing left of the boy she loved in that body.

Even with her injured leg, she could keep ahead of him. Hobbling and turning back to check on his progress, she saw him again and again. His features hadn't just been altered, but added to. Long dark marks were made around his eyes, either dark lines from paint or pen, or coagulated blood turned into some sort of sickening war paint.
She turned another hallway, knocking over piles of crates and pipes behind her.

Stumbling backwards as she did. Dipper, or whatever he had become, leapt over several of the boxes, but tripped on the pipes. His face hit the floor brutally, and blood splattered out. Wendy spotted, holding a hand to her face. His movement had slowed, and the insane muttering stopped.

Dipper slowly lifted his head, grinning. Blood fell from his nose and mouth.

"Let me show you," Dipper's words gargled out as he coughed up copious amounts of blood, more than should have been caused by a simple trip. "...show you it."

Wendy turned and left him behind. She couldn't watch him. It. Anything relating to that boy. He had become a monster, just like the tall thing.

Then the hallway opened up into the primary operations room, and just ahead of her was the elevator. It was waiting for her, calling to her like an imaginary friend, telling her to get on, quickly, escape!

She followed the internal cries of her mind, and she pulled the metal grates closed. The lights around her were exploding, and she turned to see it. Then she screamed. Dipper was there, staring at her, his hands against the now closed grates.
"It... shows us..." he told her, his eyes pitch black.

"Dipper..."

Wendy's words echoed softly as the lights behind Dipper burst one after another. The grin on his face faded, and he then started to step back. Closer and closer towards the darkness.

"It'll come for you... Wendy," Dipper told her darkly as her platform started to rise.
"Dipper! Run away from it!" she warned him as black, shadowy tentacles emerged from the shadows, "DIPPER! RUN!"

"Hide... and go seek," Dipper replied and began to laugh. Whatever sanity he had gathered from his encounter with Wendy had left him.

The last thing Wendy saw of her former boyfriend was his arms raising up to his sides, and then a swarm of tentacles wrapping around him.

"NO! DIPPER!"

The elevator raced upwards, cutting through the stony heart of the mountain, and came to a sudden stop. Pain flared through Wendy as the inertia caught in her leg, and she fell forward, tossing her flashlight ahead. Still lit, it rolled just a few feet before her watering eyes. All she could think about was what she had just left behind.

Even in the darkest thoughts of what she had considered to do to keep him at bay, Wendy still considered the possibility of Dipper being savable. He could be fixed. Repaired.

Magic was alive in this world, and she could have found a way to lift that darkness.

But he was consumed by it. He was dragged back inside the maw of the enemy, the tall one.

The Slenderman.

Look up, the air here smelled fresh. She could hear the distant whistle of wind. With a push off her leg, she continued on. She would have to bury Dipper in her mind later.

So.

Proxdip.

I don't care who does it, I wanna see fan art of Slender Proxy-Dipper. That is now a thing.