Captive

Slendermansion

"FUCKING OW!"

"Goddammit Tim, it's just a little disinfectant! Get your shit together, bro!" Most people don't know, but Ben is pretty much the medic around here. He's good at what he does, but I had hundreds of tiny little cuts across the expanse of my torso and back.

"I CAN'T HELP IT, IT BURNS LIKE THE SUN!"

"Told you he's PMS-ing," said Jeff, standing in the corner sharpening his knife.

Hoodie glared his way. "I've said it once, I'll say it again: My best friend does not have a uterus, he would have told me if he did."

"WHY IS THIS EVEN UP FOR DEBATE?" I shouted through clenched teeth.

Ben sighed, "Dude, it'd be faster if we just soaked you in this shit."

He picked up the jumbo bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS!" I screamed as Ben poured the searing liquid onto my sensitive flesh. I kept muttering under my breath, "Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me..." You have never experienced true pain until your friend dumps an entire bottle of disinfectant onto your body that is riddled with paper cuts.

The door swung open and there stood Slendy. Everyone knew the drill. Soon the entire room was empty except for me, Hoodie, and Slendy. We were the original 3 at the Slendermansion, we had a special bond. Well, us and Toby, but he's never here for these things.

Slendy doesn't have a face, but he has the bone structure for one. When he's expressionless, his face looks like a blank sheet of marble, but Slendy can have expressions. He has the eye ridge where his eyebrows should be and dents underneath them, like a half formed eye socket. He has a slight dent where his mouth should be that moves when he speaks, like everything is there for a mouth except for the actual hole in his face.

"Report, Tim?" He said in his echo-y voice.

"All I remember was working in my room, the nothing. He got me good, Slendy."

Slendy looked almost sympathetic. He took me in when I was younger, so he's like a dad to me.

"This isn't acceptable," he said sternly, "Zalgo has crossed a line. He can expect retaliation."

"But-" started Hoody.

"Don't question me, Brian," interrupted Slenderman, "I've been locked in a stalemate with Zalgo for years. This may be an underhanded tactic, but two can play at this game."

"Yes sir," replied Hoody hesitantly. It was kind of hard to follow what was being said. I felt light-headed and really sleepy.

"In the meantime, Tim, you need to rest. Brian will take care of your responsibilities in the meantime." Everything started to fade to black. I struggled to stay awake, but eventually I succumbed to sleep.