Two souls (slenderman x reader)

chapter 3

Slenderman’s pov

The girl was being attacked by two drunk people.

I saw an interest of how she can resist a great amount of pain.

I felt like I should study her for information. 

Get an understanding of her.

 Then maybe, if she proves worthy, turn her into a creepypasta. 

I teleported to one of the many spare rooms on my floor, the top floor, of the house.

No one goes up here unless I say so. Not even my brothers.

I feel her move in my arms and I look down.

She seems to have started to wake up. Too quickly. Faster than all other humans. Why? How?

I slowly place her on the bed and walk out, locking the door.

Your pov

I wake up in a room...not my room.

I feel a hard surface under me, I look, and it’s a bed...not my bed.

My heart quickend but I stayed calm.

I slowly got up and checked my surroundings.

Looks like there’s the bed in a single window room with a desk and two chairs.

The room is dark, which kind of soothes me.

I notice a door and try to open it, but it is locked.

I sigh to myself and go to the desk, somehow okay with the whole situation, well at least I’m not dead because of my parents, am I?

No I’m not dead.

I sit down and check the desk for a pencil and some paper.

To my likeing it did so I started to draw a new design for a scythe.

As I drew I remembered what happened in the house, the woods, and Slenderman.

Before I knew it I fell asleep after I drew the entirety of the war scythe.