Tale of a Slenderman Proxy_Shadowed Night

Ⓧ Chapter 5 Ⓧ

Confusion swept across in Night's thoughts. So why did the person leave so unexpectedly? Night crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, wondering who exactly the person was. She didn't get the chance to even get his name or find out if he was a Creepypasta. Night was so deep in her thoughts, she barely noticed the large shadow looming over her. After she noticed it fully, she could feel her heart beat racing. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and began sliding down the sides of her face. She hesitantly turned her head to look behind her. Her eyes widened as they fell upon the figure. Extremely tall and thin, a black formal suit, arms that stretched down past the knees, snowy white skin, and a lack of facial features. Night only knew one 'person' who looked like this. She felt her whole body go numb and her breathing quicken.

Why am I still afraid...? Night thought, instantly regretting it. She slowly turned to face the Slenderman and looked up at his blank face.

"Salutations, Shadowed Night." Night shuddered at the assertive quality to the Slenderman's voice. It was certainly stern and had a strange sound to it; like it consisted of five different voices speaking in unison, every voice being low, formal and dominant. "H-hey." Was all Night could manage to choke out. Night mentally scolded herself for still being horrified by the Slenderman; after all, he really wouldn't kill one of his proxies... would he? "Were you planning on informing me of your permanent stay in my mansion?" The Slenderman inquired, his voice making Night shiver at every word. Night crinkled her forehead and gazed down at the ground. "I think you know the answer to that." She murmured.

Sheer silence was the only audible thing throughout the area around Night and the Slenderman. After what seemed like a lifetime, the Slenderman finally spoke. "Touché. I also do not mean to be too forward, but why exactly do I frighten you so much?" He questioned. Night stayed silent. She was thinking of an answer... trying to, anyways. Why did the Slenderman scare her so much? He was done tormenting her and she has more strength and skill than when she was suffering from the Slender Sickness. Night bit the bottom of her lip gently and glanced up at the Slenderman, being able to feel small beads of sweat trickling down her neck. "I-I'm sorry. I have no answer for you." She stated dumbly. She really had no answer, honestly. "Shadowed Night." Her name echoed throughout her mind as the Slenderman spoke it. She felt fear grip her heart again and she gazed up at the tall figure of the Slenderman with widened eyes.

"What are you?" The Slenderman's voice queried. Night stayed silent and it took her a while to process what she had just been asked. What are you...? She thought of the question repeatedly, trying to figure out what exactly she was being questioned. She hesitated at first, but then opened her mouth to respond. "E-excuse me, sir? I don't understand your inquiry." Her voice cracked and she could feel the scratchy feeling in her throat. Her eyes now as large as two full moons side by side, she stared at the Slenderman's snowy colored face. The Slenderman twitched his fingers slightly and waited a few seconds before replying. "What are you? Do you place yourself among mere mortals... or are you something more? What are you?" This time Night understood what the Slenderman was asking her. She thought about it for a bit, her expression subsiding from fear to puzzlement. "Um... I don't think of myself as a mortal, but not immortal, either. More like... a more enhanced human being." She answered. The Slenderman bobbed his head slightly; her answer was quite agreeable. "I see. So what do you think about the other Creepypastas? What are they?" Night stared at the dark, cold ground. The others she had met all seemed to be very skilled as well as her, but could she say they all were also enhanced human beings?

"Sir... I think they are like me... The Creepypastas I have met, anyways. Except maybe Eyeless Jack... there certainly seems to be some immortal like qualities to him. I noticed that his skin is a sort of charcoal grey color... and I know that isn't exactly normal, er- normal human wise, I mean." Night did think that perhaps Eyeless Jack could be immortal... then there was the person from earlier. He certainly wasn't human... at all. "Agreeable. What do you think of your relationship to all of the Creepypastas? Certainly ranked together as a family; a family of great, menacing power, yes? So do you not agree that they all have your back and would be there for you by instinct?" The Slenderman paused for several seconds and then cleared his throat. "My point is... that even if I did have some reason to actually perform an act to make you fear me, the others would be there to reason for you and keep you safe, especially the other proxies of mine." He finished.