Survival rules...||Yandere!Slender Man x Reader

FIRST RULE: "Be vigilant at night"

Note:

F/C - Favorite color

My story doesn't start out very interesting... It is somewhat similar to the others and begins painfully banal:

I finally finished my studies at a prestigious university and therefore can safely work in my profession, but instead of staying in a city where my kind is very popular, I returned back to my hometown, forgotten by the whole world and surrounded by forest.

You might think that this forest... The monster's lair, as in other similar stories, but no. This is an ordinary forest, filled with different types of coniferous, and not only, trees. I often walked there with my older sister.

We did tree house from an old large tree branches, and then covered them with branches of fir trees. True, these makeshift houses fell apart after a few minutes, as we forgot to fix everything. But we did not despair and instead looked for something more interesting.

But we've grown up. Our minds have become more mature, as have our bodies. There were no more fictional adventures, funny stories, and pleasant feelings when I wake up and realize that I'm alive.

All this was replaced by the struggle for life. Every day I have to follow the rules I set in order to live a little longer. But... I don't know how much longer I can hold on...

Sneezing loudly, I sighed heavily and reached out of the blanket to the nightstand, where the pills, a glass of water and a white handkerchief with a F/C butterfly embroidered on it are now lying. Holding it up to my nose, I blew out the hateful snot that now interferes with my life.

I hate being sick, just like any other adult, but before, when I was in school, I was happy to stay at home when I was sick. Now, if I'm sick and stay at home, I'll have to work off those days.

The thought made me sigh heavily and suck the snot back into my nose, putting the cloth back in its place and wrapping myself more tightly in the blanket hidden behind the pillowcase. Only one eye stared at the open window, where the sky had darkened and the streetlights had come on, illuminating the bald trees and the neighboring houses.

"Hell, what time is it?" - I croaked softly, slowly getting out of the warm crib and shivering at the sudden change in temperature. "Hmm, well, I'll find out while I'm going to my mother's." - I finally leveled off completely and slowly walked out of the room.

In the hallway that connected all the rooms, there was dead silence. It feels like all the residents of the house died abruptly, because usually we have very noisy neighbors, and here... It made me nervous.

Because of this, I immediately thought of my tormentor, and so I began to try to walk more quietly and peered into every corner, trying to notice a tall, hunched figure that does not fit in our apartment at all because of its height.

Fortunately, there was no such thing anywhere. Had he decided to take the day off? Well no. That's crazy. So that this monster can get tired of bullying his toy? Ha, good joke!

He'll never leave me. He follows me everywhere and knows my every next step. He's slowly but surely trying to get me to lose control and fall into his net. But no. That won't happen, because I will survive and do whatever it takes to destroy this thing.

"Mom, how are you?" - I asked softly, forcing a smile on my face as I opened the door to the next room. Of course, I couldn't really see anything, since it was already night. That's why I turned on the light, immediately blinking from the unaccustomed feeling.

My mother did not answer, which is understandable, because she can not speak and generally respond to any actions from people or the environment. However, I didn't expect her to be out of bed...

"Mom?!" - Heart thudded in terror, and breathing quickened.

The realization that my mother could have been taken by this freak caused a suitable tantrum. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and sobs come out of my mouth. To me... I can't believe it... Mom... the mom who spent her whole life with me... He might die because of me. I got her involved in all this, but I didn't think it would come to this.

I gritted my teeth hard, clenched my fists, and scowled angrily. Sadness turned to rage. I can't believe she's gone... Because of him. "I hate... I hate you, you fucking freak!" Leave me alone! Why me? Why?! I didn't summon you! — If I keep shouting like this, I'll definitely lose my voice, but right now... I do not care. I hate that thing. I want to kill him. I want to destroy it.

Unable to stand it, I began to sob, falling to my knees, not paying attention to the fact that everything turned black and He appeared behind me. The black tentacles slowly began to wrap around my body, squeezing it harder and harder by the second, breaking my bones and making me cry out in pain.

I wake up with a sharp sigh, which immediately makes me cough, because I inhaled too much cold air sharply. In order not to wake up the other residents of the high-rise building, because the walls here are thin, I plug my mouth with my hand.

It was all a dream... A dream sent to the Slender man to scare me. It's so good that I'm already used to this, but this dream... It was so real that I actually believed it. Did his "nightmares" go to another level?

Thoughts of nightmares abruptly disappeared when I felt something cold and thin slowly stroking my skin. It crawled under my T-shirt and slowly rose from my flat stomach to my ribs. It feels like this thing wants to feel my every rib...

After a few seconds of shock, I finally saw something black crawl out of the neck of my pajamas and stop abruptly, as if looking at me. I recognized the tentacle immediately, and the owner, of course, too.

Before I can react, Vector knows he's been spotted, and he lunges at Roth, wrapping himself around him, causing me to yelp and grab at him, trying to tear it off. Instead of being free, I felt another grip on my waist.

Seconds later, more activity began, and more specifically, the things tightened around my body, causing my bones to crack and I moaned, but everything was muffled. And the pain got worse after I was dragged out of bed carelessly and hit my head.

My mouth opened wider to allow me to breathe, but my mouth, like my nose a few minutes ago, was filled with some disgusting mucus that made me want to vomit. It's fully filled in all. I can't breathe. My eyes roll back as I'm dragged to the window, but I realize that I'm about to fall into the monster's clutches, so I finally start fighting harder.

Rolling over on my stomach, I barely catch sight of the folding knife hidden under the bed and the rug, and then I touch it with my fingertips and try to grab it as quickly as possible, feeling two more tentacles entwining around my ankles, the others squeezing harder and harder.

I don't know if it can work, but I grip the hilt in one hand and drive it as hard as I can into the tentacle that was wrapped around my waist, then repeat the action several times, hoping to elicit a reaction.

And, wow, I did it! Vector twitched in convulsions, and black liquid poured out of the created holes, from which steam also began to flow. After that, it also began to bubble, and the vector began to dissolve, touching the fabric of the pajamas.

As soon as the pressure went down a little, I decided to go for a full release, however, I was very surprised that the thing that was squeezing my jaw slowly began to release me, as well as those that were almost pulling me out of the window.

I'm free! I can finally spit out this strange liquid in peace! God, I'm so grateful for my paranoia... if it hadn't been for her, I would have ended up torn apart on the ground today, covered in snow, or somewhere worse... I don't know what that monster has in mind!

And after I got rid of the black liquid, I decided to look out the window and look at the faceless freak.

He stood calmly, his head raised, in the light of the street lamp, answering my interested gaze. I feel like he's looking right into my eyes right now. The fact that he didn't have a face sent a chill down my spine. I know for a fact that his gaze is filled with interest, just like mine. He's waiting for what happens next.

I gritted my teeth and gave him the middle finger....

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