"Oh slendy. Oh my dear slendy. You have got quite the child for us this afternoon, haven't you? Look what a pretty face." My etched in smile didn't seem to bother these two freaks as I'd hoped it would of, but when the man inched closer I saw how different he was compared to myself. Stripes of black and white covered him. Monochrome colors as if he was some sort of clown with the eyes of a dog. A nose pointed forward, as well as striped.
"You people...look like hell!" I yelled, projecting my voice to be very clear with the two as the man with no face had long been gone. Searching about the room as if he was frantically trying to find something, but my attention at the moment was all on this new guy...whomever he was.
"WE LOOK LIKE HELL!?" His laughter began to pierce my ears afterwards, turning them inside out. "MWAHAHAH...AHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHA..." Such a fierce laugh, one with no emotion, no meaning. "You..." He said after calming, now right in front of me. His eyes gazing me over as he brought a small hospital knife from his pocket, running the blade close to my face, outlining the smile that was carved into my skin. "You are the one...that looks like hell my friend...any objections?" He raised an eyebrow and scrunched his face into a demonic looking smile.
"You're fucking insane..." I mumbled lightly under my breath, making the man in front of me belly role. Laughing so hard he flung his head back in a daze and began laughing with such a rough sounded, high pitch to low pitch voice.
"WE'RE FUCKING INSANE. WE'RE ALL INSANE! WE'VE LOST OUR DAMN MINDS! WE'RE ALL INSANE!" He repeated over and over again, unable to stop until finally catching his breath and pausing, quickly jolting forward now inches away from my face and his hands on either side of me on the table. "Listen here you little shit...life has been a bitch and if you'd rather not remember this close off your ears or tear them off and shove them down your throat. We've BEEN to hell, everyone here...living perfect lives then people deeming us creatures from the abyss...what are we to do when they label us?...live in that society for all eternity to live and be treated that way? No...and unlike you we've been here for over a century...question is...where have you been? Talking about insane that is..." His eyes were dark, white with a black pupil dead center.
"Why don't you just...go to sleep..." I whispered as the man frowned and leaned back, bringing the knife to my throat.
"If I could I would...don't you think I've tried...and listen to this..." He mumbled the last part, leaning forward. "Do you hear that? NO!?" The knife pressed against my skin. "Guess what...i'm not a freaking mortal...do you know what that means? Yes my pupil...I don't have...a beating heart..." He pulled the knife away and tucked it back into his pocket as the slender man came forward with a towel in hand, inching closer to my face with it. Patting the blood stains on my shirt before moving to my face. Lying the wet substance to my cold, etched skin. Alchohol...that was what was on the cloth. Leaning away I screamed frantically.
"OW! FUCK! Get the hell away from me with that..." The monochrome man turned to Slendy and shook his head.
"This poor guy's been killing kids far too long. Likes to play with his things, unlike me...I just go in for the kill...but you were slenderman's catch so..."
"Catch!? Don't give me that...i'm no one's catch!" I snarled, standing to meet him face to face, unafraid, though my arms and body began to shake heavily.
"Why you little..." The man inched forward with the knife he had saved in his right hand. I was ready for it, ready for him to hit me with that blade like i'd deserved, but it never happened. The clanking of the blade hitting the floor sent chills down my spine once more. Slenderman's tentacles had wrapped around the male's arms and stopped his movement. "Ugh..." He jerked his arm away from the black strands coming from the blank man's back as another reached in front of me and pushed me down onto the seat rather hard.
"He's not...for supper. You'll treat him...with respect...in this home...Jack..." The static rose, then fell again. The man he'd called Jack frowned and pushed himself away from the group.
"We'll see...just how long a mortal will last in these conditions." Jack eyed me with a terrible smile and an awkward expression, turning around to walk out the door with nothing more said on the matter. Needless to say...I couldn't place exactly where I was at the moment.