The Sketch In Black Ink

Another Night

Brooke

A regular girl. Nineteen years old. Slenderman fanatic. Innocent. Targeted...

It was 3 AM. She was sitting at the edge of her bed. Her laptop was in her lap as she scrolled down the Slenderman page on somethingawful forums.

She knew that Creepyasta wasn't real and Slenderman was just an entry for a writing contest created by Victor Surge,but the idea of it was amazing to her.

The thought of a not so classic horror tale somehow attracted her to it. She was always the horror type-falling in love with scary movies,thrillers,and anything Creepyasta.

She was just that type of person.

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Her eyes were now bloodshot from staring at the screen,so she closed the laptop,but at that moment,someone spoke.

"How lovely..."the voice was deep,gruff,and sent shivers down Brooke's spine.

"You would make the perfect Proxy,"a mass slid up her back to her shoulder and stroked her neck.

Proxy? The word was familiar to her.

"W-who are you?"she stuttered.

"My name-Sexual Offenderman. But not a 'who.' To be precise,I'm a 'what.'''

The name clicked into her mind. Sexual Offenderman. The brother of Slenderman. But that's impossible.

"No. This is a dream. Slenderman and his brothers aren't real. You're not real. I'm dreaming and I'm gonna wake up soon."she rambled.

Offenderman chuckled,"Oh really? I assure you that I am very much real,darling."

"That's impossible."she stood up and faced him. She was pretty surprised with what she saw.

A tall figure,with paper white flesh. Very slender. His attire was a plain black trench coat,black slacks,and boots. I tie over nothing was visible on his chest and his dipped fedora covered where he didn't have eyes. What really set her off was the smirk or razor sharp teeth.

She stumbled back a few steps.

"Are you scared,sweetie?"