Last One Standing (Slenderman fanfic)

Chapter eight

•Sable's P.O.V.• (one week later)

I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting my skirt. It was Halloween, and no one wanted to stay at home, including me. And well, I actually really enjoyed dressing up. So, that's what I was doing.

I always loved dressing up like my own characters. I actually wrote pretty good short stories for my english class, and one character that was in my story always caught my attention. I was always tweaking her appearance and personality, but I think I hit the nail on the heal with this tonight.

I was wearing black converse, a ruffled black skirt and a black and grey striped hoodie. I had sewn a red heart button over where my heart should be, along with a pair of purple bunny ears to the hood. Somehow I'd even convinced my mom to let me get acrylic nails, pointed and coated in a deep, blood red. Right now I was putting lipstick on, black and heavy. My contact color was different tonight, they were full white out ones. And the best part was the stitches running along my cheeks. I was an expert FX makeup artist, and this was the best job I've done yet.

I stood up as I finished, grabbing an armband from my desk. It was black, with a white operators mark embroidered into it. It fit around my bicep perfectly. My phone buzzed as I walked to my bed, picking up a plastic chainsaw I'd hand painted. There was dried red paint at the top of the blades, and on one side of the metal thing that held them I'd painted a little purple bunny face with X's for eyes.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Sable! You coming out or not?!" Tim shouted, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be right out." I ended the call, running into the front room and to the front door. I ripped on the chainsaw cord as I kicked it open, listening as the recorded chainsaw noise played. It sounded fairly realistic, and I cackled as my friends all leapt back, their eyes wide as I lifted the chainsaw. Tonight, I was Dust Bunny. The only time I'd ever willingly let them use the nickname.

"Holy shit Sable." Tim blinked, readjusting his mask. He was dressed up in a tan carhart jacket and jeans, wearing a white mask with inked on eyeliner and lipstick, with tiny arching eyebrows. It was all black of course. He must have been wearing contacts, because his glasses were gone.

"Now you can call me dust bunny." I giggled.

"More like dust demon." Brian chuckled. He was dressed up much like Tim, except he was wearing his tan hoodie plus a black ski mask, the mouth cut into a frown and red fabric sewn into the eyes and mouth.

"Dude can you even see through that?" I laughed, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Sure can." He grabbed my hand suddenly, making me laugh. "Toby and Lenore are going to meet us in town."

"Alright, sweet." I turned and took off running. I heard their footsteps pounding behind me as I pulled up my hood, my bunny ears flopping beside my head.

The town was packed tonight as every parent escorted their child from home to home, receiving bags full of candy and sweets. I remember when we used to do that, go trick or treating with everyone. I sort of miss being able to do that.

As we rounded the corner, I just about ran right into Lenore. She was wearing her matching outfit to mine, except she had on a red hoodie, black boots, a black heart sewn over a long stitch line, and brown teddy bear ears sewn onto her hood. Her symbol was the reverse of mine, it was a black symbol with a white backdrop. Her face had a black X stitched across it.

"Hey there teddy bear." I called, pulling her into a hug. She swung around a plastic scythe, a teddy bears face painted on the blade. Her eyes were blacked out instead of white, the opposite of mine.

"Hey dust bunny, how you feeling today?"

"Better, less blood when I cough. The fits have just about gone down too, at least a little." I smiled. "How about you?"

"The nightmares still won't go away, and they still haven't found mom yet." She sighed. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Her mom had been missing ever since the night investigation.

"I'm sure she'll turn up soon." I reassured her, glancing around. "See where Toby went?"

"Try looking behind you."

I whipped around, spotting Toby standing there, laughing his ass off at me. He was wearing an olive green jacket with mustard stripes on the sleeves, plus orange goggles over his eyes. His brown hair was spiked out at odd angles, and he wielded a toy hatchet. I was surprised his voice wasn't muffled by that damn mask.

"Hey dude, how you feeling?"

"The hallucinations haven't stopped." He waved around a gloved hand. "I'm just...I don't know. I feel like I'm losing my god damn mind. My family isn't helping, either."

"What are they trying to do this time?" I asked tentatively.

"Talking about new meds and other BS. I don't know, I'm just ignoring it at this point." He sighed, suddenly cracking his neck. "But I keep seeing that damn guy, everywhere I go. It's like no matter how much I convince myself he's not there, I keep making up places where he could be."

"I know the feeling. I keep seeing him around school, like he's just blending in with the crowd or something."

"At least I have an appointment soon with a new doctor. I don't mind this one as much really, he's a psychologist. Just lets me do whatever the hell I want." He chuckled, suddenly laying his eyes on the other guys. "Well what are we standing around for? Let's go scare some sons of bitches!"

I grinned, glad to see that everyone was in high hopes. We ran through the town, terrorizing whatever small child we could hope to find. Yeah, I know, we're cruel. But when you've been going through the hell we have, you'd enjoy getting to be the scary one again.

Over the last week, things have gotten pretty messed up. Tim started to have more relapses into seizures and coughing fits, enough to the point where he finally told us about his health records. I'd always wondered how he'd gotten an interest in the tall man, but I never had the guts to ask him. And it looks like he just roped Brian into it the same way he did with me. Now Brian's acting pretty distant, we've heard that his memory loss has gotten worse. Apparently he can't remember Tuesday, or most of Wednesday. I had a lot of gaps as well, especially during lunch and after school. I always ended up circling back to Jenny. What had I done to make her so scared of me? She hasn't even been in the same room as me since the incident.

Lenore, well, she was dealing with a lot. Her mom was MIA currently and everyone in town was keeping an eye out for her. But now as I scanned the crowd, my eyes landed on someone I wasn't expecting to see. Well, wasn't hoping to anyway.

It was a tall man, standing at the edge of the crowd and handing a piece of candy to a child. I don't think he saw me until he looked back up and caught me staring at him. Slendy just...stared. And I knew it was him too, because no cheap ass suit could replace the real deal. I had a bad feeling about this.