A Strange Life (Creppypasta Story)

chapter 2

You bolt up your in a bed. The walls are bare. You feel for your gun in your pockets. Nothing. You feel for your syringe, still nothing. You look around and see a bedside table with a piece of paper on it. You pick it up, angry. You want to know where you are. You want your gun and syringe. You look at the paper with a headache setting in. You read it

I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. But I see potential in you. You are strong, fast, and quiet. You are perfect. There will be training, of course, but there truly is potential in you. I do hope you cooperate. As for your weapons, I'm afraid i can not return them until Im sure you will not attack us.

This. This just pissed you off even more. You storm out of the room and look around the hall with enormously tall ceilings. You stuff the note in your pocket and wander through what you're assuming is the mission you found due to how huge this building is. You walk and walk. You feel like you're going in circles. Until you find a larger room. A kitchen it looks like. You see a man who looks around 25 or so cleaning up plates. You study him before you make any noise. He has medium brown hair, a mask of sorts from what you can see, a tan jacket, and some blue jeans.

"So, are you just going to stare, or are you going to speak?" He asks, his voice stern and rough. You flinch a bit due to him not even looking up when saying this.

"Where am I?" You demand. He seems annoyed at your tone.

"First off, drop the damn attitude. If you are going to speak to me, at least do it with respect. For your second question, you are at the slender-mansion." He puts the stack of plates down and looks at you. You can get a better look at his mask. It's white with black eyes and lips. It's quite interesting. Studying him more, you see the gun he has. It's not yours, but if you could just take it. "Don't even think about it." He says sternly, putting his hand on his gun. You look up from it.

"Well then, where's mine?" You ask sternly back

"We had to confiscate them so you didn't attempt to harm us." He states, looking back away to continue cleaning up the plates. You don't really like this guy, but right now, he's your only bet.

"So how do I get them back?" You ask quite annoyed that this isn't getting anywhere.

"You don't, for now, you need to prove to us that you won't use them on us." He seems to not want to talk. You get the hint he doesn't like you either.

"Listen, I don't want to be here. You clearly don't want me here. Give me my crap and I'll go." You say getting quite annoyed now.

"You can't." He replies blankly

"The hell do you mean I can't?" I start getting mad at him

"I mean, you can't. Slenderman clearly sees some sort of potential in you, so now you're stuck here. He won't let you leave. It's either stay here or die." He explains, getting angry at my tone

"I'd rather die than stay here with you." You mumble as quietly as you can.

"Trust me, you most likely will at training." He responds coldly and walks away with the plates. In this moment from hearing that you should be scared. But you're not. You've always lacked a sense of fear after you got
to things at home. You walk back off, annoyed at that guy. You feel a sharp pain right below your ribs. You place your hand there and feel sometimes. Stitches. What the hell did they do to you. You were now more pissed than before. You hear someone behind you.

"So yo-your the newb-newbie." You hear someone struggling with words you turn around

"Now who the hell are y-" You start