Chrisker One-Shots

Nightmare

"Finding yourself all alone with lack of memory
You are drawn to an empty house, suspiciously
Collect the clues, he's watching you
Following if the key
Embrace your gun, this game is done
Finally you are free

Walk around the woods at night to see what you can find
A symphony of pages, don't look back, he's right behind
The more you know, the deeper in
The faster goes the chase
And in the end, you succumb to
The man who has no face

Slender Man, let's play again
The games that never ends
Slender Man, let's play again
The game that seeks revenge

Walking down the halls, darkness envelopes like a sea
All the kids nowhere to be found in this elementary
You grab the bears, so do you dare
Regardless, danger lurks
Behind the blankness of his face
Lies a devious smirk

Wake up consumed by a familiar ambiance
Eight pages scattered 'round as if it were a second chance
Follow the lights, flee to the tree
But never turn around
Cause in a second you will hear
That, oh, so slender sound!

Do you want to play again?
Do you want to play again?
Do you want to play again?
Do you want to play again?"
Slender by Vocaloid

Chris woke up on the front lawn of a house that he had no memory of. But then again, he has no memory of anything. The only this that he knows is that his name is Chris Redfield. Furrowing his brow, he glances back at the deserted house behind him. There is something about the house that is drawing him to it. Pushing himself to his feet, Chris wanders into the house. The house is just as it appeared on the outside: deserted. Confused and curious, Chris searches through every room with this unnerving sense that someone is watching him. Looking around himself a bit unnerved by the feeling, he doesn't see anyone in this desolate place.

Shaking off the feeling, Chris heads up the staircase. The stairs creak and groan under every step that he takes, which only helps to escalate his anxiousness. Forcing himself to keep going, Chris heads down a dark hallway, where only one door opens. The door opens to show a bedroom. A lamp lies on the floor on its side, casting dangerous shadows across the room, and a king sized bed with black satin sheets that are all messed up are revealed to Chris' inquisitive gaze. Chris walked cautiously over to the bed to see pictures strewn all over it. Picking up one of the pictures, Chris sees himself with his arms wrapped around a man with no face. Frowning, he lets the picture slip from his hand and flutter back to the bed. His gaze sweeps over every picture to see that the one thing that they all had in common was that he was always with a man that had no face. Just as he was about to turn away, he caught sight of a piece of notebook paper buried beneath all of the pictures.

Brushing aside the pictures, Chris picks up the piece of paper. On the paper was a drawing of a man wearing a black and white suit with four limbs protruding from its back? And like the pictures on the bed, the drawing also had no face. Unsure of what to think, Chris stuffs the drawing into his pocket and leaves the room with the feeling of being watched increasing.

Chris leaves the abandoned house and heads down a dirt road that goes through the woods that surround the house. He travels in silence trying to understand what was going on. As he was trying to piece together what little that he knew, the splash of white in the darkness up ahead grabbed his attention. Up ahead of him was another piece of paper attached to a tree. Sauntering up to the tree with the piece of paper on it, Chris grabbed the paper and stared at what was on it. On the paper was that faceless man again with the word 'no' written repeatedly around the man. What was it with this faceless man? Was there something that Chris should know about him? Shrugging it off for the moment, Chris shoved that paper into his pocket as well.