ᴹʸ ᴮˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᴹᵘˢᶦᶜᶦᵃⁿ

ᴾᵃᶦⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵂᶦᵗʰ ᴮˡᵒᵒᵈ

(Y/N)'s POV

Running.....that was the only way I could travel, I couldn't fly, I wasn't born with wings (Duh ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)). I heard a faint sound of cracking leaves, I climbed into a tree. They were getting closer...what's their gender? Or are they non-binary? Who knows. I stayed silent, only for the cracking to get louder, 'Could they hear me?' I was too deep in thought to notice he was right under the tree I was in, he was about to look up but I fell on the ground. 'What a great way to be caught!' I quickly got up pulling out a gun, I had guns as well. I pointed it at his head, and scoffed.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked, but I received no answer.

"I'm not asking again, you give me no answer, I'll pull the trigger. Got it? Now, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!!" I shouted. I was angry....but then I heard what seemed to be...static? How could there be static when there's no television around? Nevermind that...I fought it off, if kept coming back, and I kept fighting if off. I felt myself getting dizzy........really...really...dizzy...

-Time Skip Brought To You By Tanjiro Kamado Being A Sweetheart-

"Where am I?" I asked, yes, I asked that classical question.

"Dear child..." someone spoke after I asked. (HE HAS NO LIPS-- HOW HE GET A KISS KISS!? I'm sorry it was too irresistable)

'Who the hell is this guy..' my head swarmed with that familiar thought. (The one you all know of HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE)

"I am Senderman..." the said man spoke, through thoughts of course.

"No......I thought you were myth...how is this possible...aren't you only in books!?" I said.

"Not nessecarily. You see....I was meant only to be a myth, therefore people took it that way. I wasn't too fond of it, and neither were the others. So we set out to bring back as much killers as possible," he hadn't finished.

"But how are you-" I was cut off.

"Quiet my child, I haven't finished." he sighed.

"Sorry...." I apologized.

"Now, as I said before, we set out to bring back as much killers as possible, whether it be people who only killed once, or serial killers. We got a lot, but most just begged to be killed right then and there...so I let Jeff and the others fight over who killed them, and it ended up getting physical, so I stepped in and killed the people who begged, which was...........sadly..........all of them." he sighed once more.

"I see......so to sum it all up you just wanted people to know you aren't a myth?" I questioned getting straight to the point.

"Exactly. You just bluntly got to point, I like you." It was if I could see an invisible smile on his face as he said those words.

"Well you could've just got to the point as well instead of telling me a story." I said as I crossed my arms and Slenderman sweat-dropped.

"Well, I guess you can go and meet the others." he sighed AGAIN. (Dude chill with the sighing) "But first you need to get comfortable with your room."

"Will do Slenderman!" I cheered.

"Please, call me Slendy, child." he spoke sweetly.

"Okay, but only if you call me (Y/N) and not child!" I smirked, while Slenderm- I mean, Slendy, debated on whether or not we had a deal, turns out we did.

"Alright where is it?" I questioned.

"Follow me." he walked out of the room as I followed.

(Yeah I made you scroll. What about it!? HUEHUEHUE)

We made it to my room, as I walked in, I saw that all my stuff was here. 'Wow he really does care!' I thought as I placed my things, but when I moved an instrument...........I saw..............................a Painting With Blood...

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SHUSH, I know I made you scroll just to get to the end but come on! It wasn't that bad, right? Also I'm on my mother's laptop writing this, so the updates will be slower.

By my Weebs!

-StrangeWeebOnCrack_