Another fucking Creepypasta love story
(Warning, for people who get triggered easily. Don't read this book. Because it contains violence, sexual stuff and bad languages. Again do not read if you get triggered easily.)
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(This is what Russell looks like, but her skin is more white than fair.)
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"Slender I know you can hear since I am going to die!" Hoodie said, coughing up blood with his mask on! "My only wish is YOU BURN IN FUCKING HELL." He yelled. A few hours later, Hoodie is laying on the ground all, bloody with knife wounds, some of his clothes ripped. When Slenderman and some other proxies found him, they just tossed his body out of the forest and somewhere random not caring because Hoodie is dead.
Russell POV
Finally, I'm off at work. I stretch my arms up in the air, yawning out loud. Putting my laptop into its case. When I was about to walk out of the office, my creepy manager walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulders, and pulled my body close to his body. "Hello, Russell you looked beautiful like ever wanna have a drink with me since we are both going?" He asked me, with a smirk on his face. I put a smile on my face and shook my head gently. "No, sorry can't. Have another plan for tonight." Lying, because why the hell would I ever go drinking with his creepy ass. I gently move his arm, around me. And walked out of the building, went to my car, and got inside. "What a fucking creep." Sighing, I started up the car, driving to the house. My job is only 15 minutes driving distance, I can walk 39 minutes but I only walk unless leaving my job in the middle of the day never at night. I stopped because of the red light, while looking around, and saw an injured man on the side of the road. Got out of the car, and ran to the injured, unconscious man. I check for a pulse, he barely is breathing because of this mask on his own. I took his mask off, his face had a few cuts, his hair is blonde and he was kinda cute. While checking his body, for any information on him, I only found a gun, knife, and some money. I put him inside my car and drove home fast. A few hours later, I was easily able to fix him up. But I think I might be a little bit crazy for letting someone in my house I barely know and I am probably crazy. I know my best friend, Nicole would have gotten on me about this. But I felt bad for the guy, I have come across a lot of homeless people and helped them. I sadly don't have enough money for the hospital bill, not only that they probably would call the cops and the cops would probably have arrested him. Because of the weapons, he had with him. I shut the door to the guest room, went to my room, and flops down on the bed on my stomach. "I probably shouldn't have bought him here, oh well. At least the guy will be fine for now. I will ask him if he has friends or family or something." I'm talking to myself about it, till I finally fall asleep.
End of Russell POV
After a few days passed, Hoddie finally woke up holding his stomach as if it looked like someone, stitch him up, and took care of his cut and other wounds. He slowly got up from the bed, walked to the door, but stopped hearing someone from the hallway coming his way, he hid behind the door to the room, Russell the room with a tray with medical supplies on it but didn't see the men that were supposed to be on the bed there. Hoodie then came from behind her and wrapped one of his arms around her neck, putting her in a choking hold. "Who are you and where am I?" He asked, in a weak voice. "I was helping you get better, I found you on the side of the road unconscious," Russell said, not answering his question about who she is. "Why help me?" Hoodie ask. Hoodie doesn't believe in human kindness and doesn't think a stranger would take him inside their home unless the person is a killer too. "I just felt sorry for you and found weapons on you. In this part of town, it is illegal for you to have an unlicensed gun." She told him. Russell elbows his stomach hard to let her go, which Hoodie lets go, holding his stomach pain while the stitches came undone and he is bleeding. "Why are you helping me? I am unless and can't give you anything." He says, looking up at her thinking Russell will kill him. Russell walks to Hoodie, "My name is Russell, if I wanted to harm you or killed you I would have done it when you were unconscious." She says, looking into his eyes with a gentle smile. "Please let me help, " she asks, putting a clean white towel on his bleeding stomach gently. Hoodie at first is a little bit hesitant, but nods his head and agrees.
