"We work for an eldritch god we call, 'Him' or, Slender-man" ... "Sometimes, rare occasions he decides he needs a new proxy to do his dirty work for him."
...
"uh huh." I state blandly, is everyone here on hard drugs? What the fuck is going on??
"I know it sounds weird, Toby didn't believe it until he met it face to face.. Me and Tim had to learn the hard way too." He looks at me sincerely.
Oh my god he can't be serious. He actually believes this? These people need help. Like, actual mental facility help.
"Yeah.." I nod along, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"You don't believe me." He doesn't ask, He states.
"Brian.. You gotta understand how wild what you just said is." I sit up in bed, putting some distance between us. I cant scoot back, im too tied up. The most I can do is sit there and stare at him.
He just nods, "You'll find out soon enough Y/n." With that he leaves, keeping my door cracked open. He peeks back inside one last time, "This is Toby's room, He's just been sleeping in my room. You're a guest in here, Act like it." He emphasizes the last part of his sentence, and harshly glares at me.
Great.
...
I'm dreaming, I can tell. The clocks are inconsistent and I can't feel pain. The room I'm in is the same I fell asleep in, Toby's bedroom. I suffer at the thought of him being in here while i'm defenseless and asleep.
Something's not right here though, the vanity mirror across from me isn't reflecting me. I stumble off the bed, in dream world I don't have ropes binding me; nice. After gathering myself off the floor, I walk over to the mirror. It's dusty and scratched, as I get closer my reflection fades into view. There's a ⦻ on my wrist, It looks like a tattoo but i can't figure out why I would want a meaningless little symbol.
Then I hear it.
It hits me like a train. It's loud, screeching, it makes my teeth hurt, it's like a nail on chalkboard, like satin between your teeth.
(That might just be my sensory issues but satin hurts to hear rub against itself )
I turn around slowly, any faster and i'll faint from the headache. Staring down at me is a 9ft giant, He's paper white, his face completely smooth. His neck's overly long and boney. He wears a baggy back suit with a tie.
This is Slenderman.
I can't breathe, I collapse to the ground, my minds reeling, the sound gets louder.
...
I wake up. My throat feels impossibly dry. All the lights are on, Toby and Brian standing over me with worry etched on their faces. How the hell did I sleep like this?
"Y/n what the fuck was that?" Toby asks. He's wearing a completely different outfit than before. Minecraft boxers and a plain black T-shirt. His hair's unkempt and curls brushed out. Kinda hot.
"What's what?" I croak out, holy shit I underestimated how dry my mouth is.
"'What's what'?" Brian stares at me. "You screamed like a banshee and it woke everyone up."
We all stand there in silence, taking in what he just said.
"Sorry?" I whisper
"Yeah man." Toby says.
"What does Slenderman look like?" I ask quietly. The ringing comes back immediately. My head hurts and I can suddenly feel all my wounds start to re-open, worsening.
Toby rushes over and covers my mouth softly, "shh" he smiles apologetically at me, "He listens to everyone."
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YALL, I KNOW this is an embarrassingly short chapter but my boyfriends being suicidal rn and is in the hospital so I need some time alone, I'll try and update tmrw 🫶🫶
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Fanfiction(Sorry if this is poorly written, English isn't my first language) "If the angels asked me to join them I'd refuse, I can't imagine a heaven where you aren't by my side." (Also posted on AO3)
