Isolatation. That's all he has ever known and ever will know. It's as if the world hated his very existence, for he was an unnatural, an artificial being created by mankind. Though, even he did not know what exactly brought him to life. The only thing he is sure however was that it was a mistake. There are others who are apparently like him. Those who were sent into this place with no explanation on how and why they are here. Yet, at the same time, there were none like him. No one was as lonely and disconnected from the real world as he currently is. No one else knows the amount of pain he goes through everyday knowing that he'll never have a companion, someone that'll be his friend. He is known solely as Slenderman. He was standing in the middle of an flat area heavily incased by trees, staring into out into the forest. I looked back.
