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I was wandering in the woods with some randos from my neighbourhood today, they're talking about something and I'm at the back. I don't really like these guys, but they always nag at me to go with them- so I finally gave in.
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As I said before, the name's Angel. I have the power of the Sharingan. It's this special eye that I have. It activates when I feel extreme emotion, such as anger. But it will also change forms as I get older. If I lose someone close to me, it will change into a different form. And I already have a majority of all the forms down. I also have really good agility, and sword skills. I have my own sword, which was passed down by my Ancestor. A man named Yoriichi Tsugikuni. My mother always told me stories about his countless victories against vengeant spirits, and malevolent creatures of darkness.
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When we finally stopped and they turned to me. One of the kids, my neighbour's kid, pinned me to a nearby tree. It caught me off guard for a second then I realised what he was doing. He was trying to assault me. I tried to push against him, but he pinned me in a way where I couldn't move.

"Let me go you-!" I said, growling at him
"Relax Sweetheart, this won't take long." He said, in a seductive tone.

One of the girls that led all of us into this forest was recording. Her friend was laughing with her. I was starting to lose it as well. I blacked out.

All I could hear was screaming, I couldn't see, I couldn't move. I felt warm liquids splatter all over me, some got into my gaped mouth. It tasted metallic.

I heard the screams start to die down...
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This is another thing, I will at some points just blackout and wake up covered in blood in other locations. It's awful.
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I woke up in a panic, in the middle of a fairy circle. I stood up and started to find out where I was.
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After a bit of walking, I came face to face with a tall, pale, creature. He had no face and he towered over me. I jumped and started hyperventilating.

"W-What the hell are you?!" I shouted at him.

He "looked" down at me.

He tilted his head and pointed to a tree, there was a look-alike drawing of him- written on it was 'Slenderman'.

I was still stunned, so I didn't move. After what felt like years of him and I just standing there, I slowly approached him.

"Ok 'Slenderman'. I don't know who the hell you are, and what you're doing in my forest. So, I would kindly ask you to leave before I force you out of here myself." I said standing my ground.

He didn't budge. I was starting to get slightly irritated.

"Ok, I have asked you nicely to leave, and you didn't. So, I'll force you out of here myself." I said, really irritated.
He didn't move at all. So, I charged toward him to try to push him. He sprouted a (tentacle?) out of his back and grabbed me, bringing me up to his (face?).

"I don't know what you were trying to do but I'm one step ahead of you, Angel." Slenderman said.
"H-How do you know my name?" I asked, shocked.
"I know everyone. A long time ago I chose you, following you around- hiding in the shadows. I led you into my forest, I have been watching you." He told me. His voice sounded like far away whispers.

I was staring at him while trying to comprehend what he just said.

"Well, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about- but if you don't put me down and leave here I'll beat your ass." I said, irritated.
Slenderman sighed.

He explained it to me again and I finally understood what he said.

I un-tensed my muscles a little.

"Whenever you are ready to go, we can leave." He said, looking in another direction.
"W-What do you mean?" I asked.
"Don't you want to live in a better place? Or are you fine with living in the forest?" He asked me.

I stared at him for a few seconds and then he (teleported?).

When I looked up, my jaw-dropped. His house was a mansion! A freaking mansion! He walked up to it and held the doorknob.

He opened the door and I stepped inside slowly.

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