Silvanna's P.O.V.
Fickle as the wind, life in this place tapers on the edge. Like I'm walking on a precarious ledge. Fed by adrenaline I try to fight death; the high of the climax of my existence is my personal brand of meth. The world expects too much of me as it grasps my potential and offers it to society. What they don't understand is as they pull at all I have to offer they rip apart the threads that bind my shattered soul.
I can't utter a sound as my throat unravels with my heart. Crimson blood drips from my pale pink cracked lips. As life fades from my wasting ivory corpse. Society with its manicured appearances, glowing with health throw toothy grins at my decrepit body as they tear the last of my talent away.
Lifeless eyes, lazy, unconcerned grin, rosy blush spread onto tight liposuction loving skin. I'm one of them now; my individuality gone in a flash. They tricked me they said I needed to give my all to the world without question. Though now I'm one of their powerless pawns.
I bolt upright in a terror. I see they are all gone; it was only a dream.
I wake up in Trenderman's room in only my bra and panties. I sit up and look around the room. Taking in my surroundings I see crinkled sheets and the plush red comforter kick onto the floor. I realize one of my bra straps is precarious held on the edge of my shoulder blade. As I tugs it into place a light vibrant laugh booms through the eerie silent room. The air reverberates, turns and stirs itself like a potion in a witches cauldron. I can now smell the sweat in my black lace garments. Trender appears laying beside me bringing his musky cinnamon smell that makes me light headed.
My Mr. Tall, dark and handsome smiles at me sincerely. Y-you s-seeem so-o h-happy..did we.. Knowing I really didn't want to finish that question. No, Darling for I don't relish the though of my brothers tearing me limb from limb for making you against your will.
"Where is Masky" I ask in a panic remembering what happened last time he found me alone with another man. "He is out killing with Eyeless Jack, and no one thought you would want to join in." "No, you are right I don't know if I'm ready to slaughter people.
"Hmm . . . How do you expect to become a creepy-pasta if you can't kill?" Trender asks leaning forward whispering in my ear. "Hey I was kidnapped and brought here, so I wasn't really in the right state of mind." I retort back at him belligerently, pushing away one of the tentacles entwining around my waist. "So darling little Silvanna thinks she can live her forever as Masky's sweet virgin lover." Trender hisses at me with disdain. You all are sick if you think I'd want one of Masky's uncles over him. I say crossing my arms in front of my chest with an air of defiance.
Just as Trenderman shot his tentacles at my throat; Slenderman rushes in and tackles Trenderman. Slender wraps a black tentacle around Trender's throat and soon Trender's pure white skin starts to turn grey and his lips turn black. He soon starts coughing up black bile then his legs give out and he lays there on the floor unconscious with his body racked with seizures until Slender retracts his tentacles.
Slenderman's P.O.V
I had to take them away. I've risked to much for the creepy-pastas to lose Silvanna now . . .
I hugged Splendor; he was so happy he came with willingly. Though both Offender and Trender are slung over my shoulders unconscious.
I get to a small well by Jefferey's old cabin. It is the proxies' entrance to Zalgo's realm, but I decieded it would become a fas way to be rid of my brothers. After I throw Trender and Offender down the well to Zalgo's night realm; I hug Splendor in a warm embrace before he slender-walks away. I have to say, since he is the only one not hitting on my proxies . . . I dare say he has become my favorite.
I take in a deep breath and sigh. It feels like a millennium since silence has come to me when not on a hunt or playing Slender with the unfortunate hikers in the woods. Though all the proxies once livened up these woods, they know I'm corrupt compared to my former self and have sought out service to Zalgo's army. . . . I wish Masky would agree to using the serum if he did things would be so much simpler. Predicaments like these make me remember the wariness of my existence.
My thoughts are disturbed as Jack crashed down from a nearby tree he was crudely impaled on. Gravity seems to finally have ripped him in half on the sharp point. Black trendals of blood flow between the two broken parts and his body stitches together with the black ichor created by the immortal serum. Knowing Jack will revive soon enough; I go off to search for Masky.
After lightly jogging a few miles under an invisibility spell made of slender-folk magic I find Masky. He is playing with his friend, so I turn away to return to the cabin, for Hoodie is back and we must prepare a room. Hoodie usually slept with Masky, but with the current situation with young Silvanna he is without a room for the time being.
When I said "slept with Masky" I meant it in more than one definition. There for I wasn't taken back when I saw them unclothed, going hot and heavy. Some call it "making love", but Masky doesn't love Hoodie, his is just play around with his lust instead of true feelings.
