Nightmare
"Finding yourself all alone with lack of memory
You are drawn to an empty house, suspiciously
Collect the clues, he's watching you
Following if the key
Embrace your gun, this game is done
Finally you are free
Walk around the woods at night to see what you can find
A symphony of pages, don't look back, he's right behind
The more you know, the deeper in
The faster goes the chase
And in the end, you succumb to
The man who has no face
Slender Man, let's play again
The games that never ends
Slender Man, let's play again
The game that seeks revenge
Walking down the halls, darkness envelopes like a sea
All the kids nowhere to be found in this elementary
You grab the bears, so do you dare
Regardless, danger lurks
Behind the blankness of his face
Lies a devious smirk
Wake up consumed by a familiar ambiance
Eight pages scattered 'round as if it were a second chance
Follow the lights, flee to the tree
But never turn around
Cause in a second you will hear
That, oh, so slender sound!
Do you want to play again?
Do you want to play again?
Do you want to play again?
Do you want to play again?"
Slender by Vocaloid
Chris woke up on the front lawn of a house that he had no memory of. But then again, he has no memory of anything. The only this that he knows is that his name is Chris Redfield. Furrowing his brow, he glances back at the deserted house behind him. There is something about the house that is drawing him to it. Pushing himself to his feet, Chris wanders into the house. The house is just as it appeared on the outside: deserted. Confused and curious, Chris searches through every room with this unnerving sense that someone is watching him. Looking around himself a bit unnerved by the feeling, he doesn't see anyone in this desolate place.
Shaking off the feeling, Chris heads up the staircase. The stairs creak and groan under every step that he takes, which only helps to escalate his anxiousness. Forcing himself to keep going, Chris heads down a dark hallway, where only one door opens. The door opens to show a bedroom. A lamp lies on the floor on its side, casting dangerous shadows across the room, and a king sized bed with black satin sheets that are all messed up are revealed to Chris' inquisitive gaze. Chris walked cautiously over to the bed to see pictures strewn all over it. Picking up one of the pictures, Chris sees himself with his arms wrapped around a man with no face. Frowning, he lets the picture slip from his hand and flutter back to the bed. His gaze sweeps over every picture to see that the one thing that they all had in common was that he was always with a man that had no face. Just as he was about to turn away, he caught sight of a piece of notebook paper buried beneath all of the pictures.
Brushing aside the pictures, Chris picks up the piece of paper. On the paper was a drawing of a man wearing a black and white suit with four limbs protruding from its back? And like the pictures on the bed, the drawing also had no face. Unsure of what to think, Chris stuffs the drawing into his pocket and leaves the room with the feeling of being watched increasing.
Chris leaves the abandoned house and heads down a dirt road that goes through the woods that surround the house. He travels in silence trying to understand what was going on. As he was trying to piece together what little that he knew, the splash of white in the darkness up ahead grabbed his attention. Up ahead of him was another piece of paper attached to a tree. Sauntering up to the tree with the piece of paper on it, Chris grabbed the paper and stared at what was on it. On the paper was that faceless man again with the word 'no' written repeatedly around the man. What was it with this faceless man? Was there something that Chris should know about him? Shrugging it off for the moment, Chris shoved that paper into his pocket as well.
He continued his trek down the dirt road with his eyes trying their hardest to see in the dark. It was pretty difficult but he managed. Chris couldn't get those pictures out of his mind as he kept walking. There was something about them that was nagging at him. But he just didn't know what it was. Although his mind was preoccupied with those pictures, he could still feel that penetrating stare on him and it was beginning to really unsettle him. Trying to brush it off as paranoia, Chris began to walk briskly through the woods.
As he was walking another note that was off the road a little bit caught his attention. Curious about what this one had on it, Chris sauntered over to the tree it was pinned to. Pulling the note from the tree, Chris read what it said. The note said 'can't run'. What couldn't he run from? And what was he supposed to be running from in the first place? Not going to receive any answers anytime soon, Chris stuffed this note in his pocket with the others he'd collected. And as he was heading back onto the dirt road, Chris swore that he had caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. But when he had looked, there wasn't anything. With a shake of his head, Chris ignored that unrelenting sensation of being watched and kept going.
Try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from becoming a bit frightened by this relentless feeling of unease. Chris tried to play it off like he was fine and that nothing was bothering him, but in the end he ended up jogging as fear began to override his mind. He stumbled over fallen branches and raised tree roots. But none of this slowed him down, not even when he sprawled to the ground did he let himself stop. All he knew was that he had to keep going and that he couldn't stop.
On one of the trees at the end of the dirt road was another note. Chris jogged over to it, feeling like he needed to know what it said. The note had another picture of the faceless man with word 'follows' written vertically alongside the faceless man. His mind immediately understood what the note meant. The note pretty much told him that this faceless man was following him. But if that was true than where was this faceless man? Why was it that Chris had yet to see him? Taking a sweeping glance around him, Chris caught sight of a flash of something black and white that moved too fast for him to see clearly. Now that he was sure someone was following him, his heart began to beat faster as fear began to take root inside him.
Unable to escape the terror building inside of him, Chris ran as fast as he could with the paper crumpled in his fist. He didn't know where he was running to, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to get away from whatever was following him, even if one of the notes had warned him already that he couldn't out run it. Chris didn't care, because that seed of terror was already spreading throughout his body. He raced through the streets of the deserted town like the devil himself was after him. Chris didn't slow down once, even when his legs began to burn and a stitch started to form on his left side. It was only when he caught sight of another note that he slowed his pace. The note was attached to the front doors of an elementary. As Chris was jogging up the sidewalk to the school, he took note of the name of the school. The name of the school was Raccoon City Elementary School. Chris found that something about the name of the school was quite familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on why. Deciding that he'd dwell on it later, Chris reached the front doors of the elementary and grabbed the note. This note said 'always watches' and 'no eyes'. In a way what the note said made sense. Although this faceless man had no eyes, he always knew where Chris was, which really alarmed him. Shoving the two notes in his hand into his pocket, Chris decided that he'd cut through the school and maybe as he did that he'd find some more notes.
Walking into the school, Chris found that it was practically pitch black in the school. It was so dark that he wished that he had a flashlight. Running his hand along the walls, Chris walked through the halls until he came upon a door. Gripping the doorknob, he twisted the handle and swung the door open. The room was illuminated by the dim light of moon outside. Thankful for some light, Chris' did a quick survey of the room find a flashlight sitting on the teacher's desk. Extremely pleased with this discovery, Chris quickly strode over to the desk and picked up the flashlight. When he grabbed the flashlight, he noticed what the flashlight had been sitting upon. What had been underneath the flashlight was another note. Picking up the note, Chris read the three words written upon it: 'leave me alone'.
For some reason, those words seemed like they had come from him. Although he wanted to ponder this, Chris knew that he had to keep moving. He jammed the paper with the rest of them, before heading out of the classroom with the flashlight in hand. His footsteps echoed loudly in the deathly silent halls, making him cringe with every step that he took. If nothing else gave away where he was more than anything it was how ridiculously loud his footsteps were. Chris tried to pretend that none of this affected him, but at the moment he felt exactly like the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz. His heart was racing in his chest and his hands were subtly shaking, causing the light cast from the flashlight to quiver. And as he continued to wander through the school looking for a way out, he came to regret his decision to enter this stupid building. It was like a maze inside this place.
Taking a shaky breath, Chris turned down another hall and tried to keep his strong façade in place. But his strong front crumbled away into relief upon seeing another note attached to a door that Chris hoped led outside. Sprinting over to the note, Chris quickly grabbed and read the frantically written words on the page. It said 'help me'. And Chris had to agree with the note. He wished someone would help out of this nightmare. As Chris had stood there that feeling of being watched had increased tenfold and he could no longer push aside the terror that had been building inside of him. Clenching the note in his hand, Chris peeked behind himself to see a glimpse of a black and white suit so close to him that it tore away the remains of his tough front. Without a second thought, Chris chucked the flashlight behind him and hoped that he hit the faceless man behind him before sprinting out of the school.
Air sawed through his lungs as he pushed himself to his limit and fear coursed through his veins. His heart pounded thunderously in his chest, like it was running its own marathon. The cold night air whipped through his short brown hair and cut through his clothes to his body. But he could care less about these things; all that he cared about was that thing that was following after him. He knew that it was right behind him just by that horrid prickling sensation that he felt throughout his entire being. And as he ran for all that he was worth through the school's playground, he found that he'd never been more scared in his life than he was at that very moment.
Chris stumbled and lost his balance, which led to him lurching into a large oak tree. Gripping the rough bark with both of his hands, Chris moved his face away from the tree to see another note right before his face. With wide fearful eyes, he read the note before him. It read 'don't look…or it takes you!' with the words written in such a panic that it was almost illegible. Chris wanted to run again, but he could practically feel that thing standing behind him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get past it. Chris didn't know why he pulled out all of the notes that he'd collected but he did. And as he was staring at them, something about what was on all of them tugged at his mind. He knew who these notes were about, but the name of the man kept slipping away from him. The longer that he stared at the pieces of paper in his hand he realized something else. He realized that he'd written every single one of them. He'd done it to warn himself to stay away from someone, but whom?
The feel of breathing against his neck, instantly caused him to freeze in place. His hands shook so bad that the papers that he held fluttered to the ground around him.
"Do you know who I am now?" A sultry voice inquired as slender hands came to rest on his shoulders.
As Chris stood there with those slender hands gripping his shoulders, he finally knew who that voice belonged to. Ignoring the warning on the last note, Chris turned his head to face the man behind him. He had to see for himself it really was who he thought that it was. As brown eyes came to rest upon the familiar face behind him, he couldn't believe that it was—
Chris woke with a start to see the screen before him flashing the words 'Do you want to play again?' Ignoring the computer, Chris leaned back in his chair and tried to remember what he had dreamed about. All he could remember were bits and pieces of it, like the notes that he'd found and being followed by something and this overwhelming sense of terror that had taken root inside him. Glancing back down at the computer screen, Chris couldn't help but think that he'd played the Slender Man game way too much. Chris decided that he'd have to lay off the game a bit if it was going to give him nightmares like that. Stifling a yawn, Chris shut down his laptop and headed off to bed.
Wandering into the bedroom, Chris stripped out of his dirty close before pulling on his pajamas. Once he was dressed for bed, Chris crawled into bed and snuggled up to the man already in it. Chris was glad that Wesker was home tonight. He'd really begun to miss him and the warmth that he proved for Chris. Because as Chris had found out the multiple times that Wesker was gone, he just couldn't get warm enough without the blonde. Sighing in content for the first time in days, Chris closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Alright, what do you guys think? Was it the tiniest bit scary? I hope so cause I really did try to make it scary. So, were any of you expecting it to end the way that it did? Does anyone know who the Slender Man was supposed to be? This one-shot was requested by ASDHJKL. I hope that you enjoyed it. But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!