Believe me. My childhood was great. Until I turned 13. Unlike other children, I wasn't afraid of anything. I mean why should I? My father is fucking Slenderman!! But I did have one fear, Slender Hunters. They knew I was his daughter. So, they kept kidnapping me. They put me through torture. But I ignored the pain like.Father had taught me, so those asswipes would never gain power over me. It took Father 3 days to find me because the Slender Hunters changed the location where I was held. No one noticed but there's a scar on the back of my neck. I always have left my hair down so no one could see it. That scar keeps reminding me that I was weak, and possibly still am. Father began training me the tactics of being a Slenderperson when I was 8 or 9. I was suppose to finish when I turned 16, but I have a very unusual gift for anything that has to deal with fighting, or the pages, or anything. So I finished a month after I began. Father and I would always go hunting together. Just me and him. I honestly missed those days. But those days changed when I turned 13.......
