Ashley's P.O.V.
We came into the home with Slender man; he said he needed to tell us something important.
"Children, we will have a guess for a time being. She will be in the other guest room," he said.
"Who is it?" asked Masky.
"My daughter," he said. A tall, slender (DUH!) teenager came in,"her name is Violet."
"Hello, thank you for letting stay, Father," she said to her father who looked like he was smiling with out a face.
"Your welcome, daughter," he replied.
"Since when did you have a daughter?" asked Hoody.
"I have always had her I just never told you," he replied smoothly.
"Well it's nice to meet you, Violet," I said to her trying to sound nice.
"As to you as well," she replied politely.
"My name is Ashley," I said to her.
"Father, I need to talk to you," Violet said to Slender Man.
Violet's P.O.V
I walked into my fathers study. Looks dusty he should take care a bit more.
"Violet, what did you need to talk about child?" he asked me with concern dripping off his words.
"Well, I met a boy who I believe is to be Ashley's friend," I said to him.
"I know, I have sense his soul" (A/N: 0.0 Slendy being creepy again!)
I was quite surpirised at this. I became very livid from hearing this comment.
"You have! Why have you not said any thing of this, Father?" I asked in an angered tone.
"Please allow me to explain. I know you want to help but you should not Jeffery and Ashley need to solve this themselves," he simply stated.
"Fine," I replied stroming out of the room in a now angered mood.
Ashley's P.O.V
We heard a door slam in the other rooom I hope everything is alright with Slenderman and his daughter Violet. Slender man suddenly came from his study.
"Please excuse the nosie Violet and I had a disagreement," he said in a formal tone.
I nodded understanding how it was. and knowing not to pry into his and Violet's disagreements.
Violet's P.O.V
I went to the woods, my home. Why would my father not tell Ashley her friend is here? Does he not know how much it will pain her when she finds out?!? She will be hurt as much as a rose with thorns on it; her heart will become like this. The rose is beautiful but if you pick it up it you shall pirece yourself and kill it ; it is not made to be tampered with.
I was so deep in thought that I did not notice him.
"Violet," a same whisper came out. I stopped and looked around. It was Ash. He was there wearing his normal clothing. Dark, balck pants, a black, red plaid longsleve shirt, and black convers.
"Ash," I whispered back. I have seen him since I rebeled against my father which was a long time ago.
"It's been awhile," he said as he walked up to me.
"It has, good friend," I replied. I went and hugged him. We were always best friends until that awful day.
"I've missed you," he said to me hugging me closer ," it's been so long.". I looked up to his sparkling red eyes.
"It has."
