Last One Standing (Slenderman fanfic)

Chapter nine

•Slenderman's P.O.V.•

There you go.

I handed a lollipop to a little boy, the lines of his smile visible beneath the white mask. He was dressed up like the famous Slenderman. I wonder how he'd react if he knew who he was looking at right now.

"Thank you sir!" He chimed before running off, back to his mother. This was the one night a year I could walk among them and not have to feel like they were staring or being scared.

A sudden prickling sensation came over me. I stood up straight and glanced around the massive crowd, finding one person standing still. It was a girl, but she wasn't...normal. While the other kids were dressed up like princesses and superheroes, this girl was holding a chainsaw, rabbit ears protruding from her hood. Underneath it, I could just barely make out her face. She was wearing black lipstick, her pure white eyes heavily shadowed by dark makeup. Her cheeks were stitched shut, like someone had taken a knife to the sides.

Something about her costume caught my eye. It was a band around her arm, with a white operator mark embroidered into the black fabric. The only people who wore bands like that were my proxies, but...I'd never seen this girl before. Wait a second. Maybe I have.

Someone, presumably a friend of hers, walked up beside her and tapped her shoulder. It was a boy I'd recognized, he had the same mask on that he wore almost every day. He'd been suffering from the sickness that came along with encountering me on a frequent basis. One of the friends in their group, a boy with a different mask on, I'd known him since he was just a little boy. This girls hair wasn't long and black, so I had to assume it was the one that continually seemed to be trying to avoid me at all costs.

She suddenly dropped to the ground, coughing and choking on air. I watched her spit a fair amount of blood onto the concrete before she stood up and sprinted off. She dropped her chainsaw, and the boy picked it up, looking in my direction. He narrowed his eyes before running after her.

Looks like my work was cut out for me.

•Toby's P.O.V.•

He was just standing in the crowd, staring at us. When Sable dropped her chainsaw and ran off, he still didn't move. I just glared and picked it up, chasing after her.

"Sable!" I called. "Sable wait up!"

I lost track of her at one point, but soon enough I rounded a corner to an empty alleyway. Well, almost empty. Sable was sitting on the ground, her fingers tangled in her own hair. The closer I got, the louder her fevered mumbling became.

"Sable...?" I crouched beside her, placing my hand on her shoulder.

"No eyes, no eyes, no eyes...He's coming for me..." She twitched as she repeated herself. "Run, run, run, run, run!"

"Sable?"

Her head snapped towards me, her eyes seeming wild through her contacts. For a second I thought the stitches on her cheeks might be real. Sable cocked her head to the side like she might be listening, her lips pursed as she stared at me.

"Ticci-Toby." She giggled, suddenly lunging at me. Her hands were wrapped around my throat, a maniacal grin on her lips. I was too stunned to do anything but grab her wrists as she squeezed.

"S...Sab..." I choked out through clenched teeth. All of a sudden she removed a hand, pulling my mask down to my neck. She grabbed my hair, lifting my head off the ground and...she kissed me. My eyes widened in surprise when I tasted her lipstick. This was...my first kiss...

She pulled away, letting go of my hair and stumbling back slightly. I leaned on my elbows as she gripped the sides of her head, soft whimpers escaping her lips. I fixed my mask before getting up, pulling her into my arms. I couldn't tell who was shaking more.