Your pov
A few days have past and I do nothing but draw weapons and the people in my dreams and the beauty of the woods at night.
The people are all wearing black like at a funeral, and then I’m always lowered into a hole. I try to scream and move but I can’t.
Slenderman hasn’t come back, and the girl Jane the killer gave me food and a fresh set of clothes and utility time.
I wonder how my parents are now. Are they dead? If so are they in hell? What about their bodies? Have they been found? Tooken care of? I may have hated their guts but they’re still my parents.
I stare out the window as I wonder about what I’ll smith next, if I ever do smith again, and look back at the page on the desk to see that I’ve drawn Slenderman in the woods, but he’s in pain with an arrow through his chest.
Another sight, no, he can’t die. Can he? No, he can’t he can’t no!
Slenderman’s pov
I walk near Y/N’s room and I hear, “no, he can’t die. Can he? No, he can’t he can’t no!”
I slowly grab the door knob and open the door to see Y/N huddled up in the corner opposite of the desk holding her head.
What’s wrong?
I walk to the desk to find a picture of me with an arrow through my chest.
I was getting angery.
“I was looking out the window and I had a vision. I can’t stand to see them, especially when the people I’m around die in them. All of my visions of death come true.”
She was now shaking and crying in the corner. Her thoughts were clouded somehow. Wiered.
YOU ARE READING
Two souls (slenderman x reader)
HorrorA girl finds her way as a blacksmith, buying her own cloths and even self defence classes. Then her parents went to far. she ran to the woods and finds a mysterious stranger that was not to happy.
