If Only You Knew... {Slenderman x Reader}

cahtpar xis

CHATPER SIX
(BEFORE YOU READ,
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS:
-MILD GORE
-SOME LANGUAGE KIND OF I THINK
-MORE DEATH
-A VERY EXCITED YOUNG MAN(no, no lemon. No lime. No nothing.. Just... You'll see.)
-THE VERY EXCITED YOUNG MAN THAT MAY BE GOOD OR BAD I DUNNO FIND OUT NOW FOT ONLY 19.99$!! AND IF YOU FIND OUT YOULL FIND OUT FRee? K bye)

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. You woke up slowly, rubbing your eyes and opening them, only to let out a hiss as you were blinded by a bright white light. You blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the harsh light. Once you did, you froze. You were in a hospital, that was obvious now. Looking around, you saw you had an IV in your arm and you internally cringed. Needles.. You continued looking around, curious of how you got here. As you looked next to you, you noticed a vase of flowers, and a couple ‘Get-well-soon!’ cards.
    After reading through them quickly, you looked out your hospital window to see a hooded figure standing there. It wore a black no-zip hoodie, dark blue boot cut jeans, and black converse. It stared at you with its hands in the pocket of the hoodie, not moving. Suddenly, a police siren was heard, and the mysterious figure jumped. Looking around wildly, it visibly stiffened. Even though you were on the second story of the hospital, this person’s body language was extremely easy to read. the police sirens seemed to be getting closer, and faint yells were heard, the figure backed up slowly, taking its hands out of its pocket to reveal a knife. It looked around wildly before sprinting off to the woods. As they entered, you swore you saw a couple other figures pull them into a bush. Just then, police officers swept the area, inspecting right where the figure stood while looking at you. Then one of them looked up, soon all of them were looking straight at you. You shifted uncomfortably under all of the attention, and waved slightly. After a few waved back, they started walking back to their cars. You sighed, relieved, until you noticed they were heading towards the entrance to the hospital. Shit.
~Like, a minute later~
You quickly looked around, seeing if anything suspicious was in your room. You looked at the flowers, a price of paper that wasn't there before, the IV- wait, WHAT? You grabbed it swiftly and shoved it under your pillow. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you SHOULDN’T show it to the police. After it was securely placed under your pillow, you heard a knock on your door. “This is the police, we just want to ask some questions.” Just in time. “O-Okay..?” You cursed yourself for sounding so nervous. They entered the room, and approached your cot. “You are (full name), correct?” One of them asked you. “Y-yes. I am.” You stuttered. “We are here to skyou if you’ve seen anything suspicious lately.” The same officer asked. “U-um, alright?” You mumbled. “T-there was a.. Uh… guy.. Standing right there..” You muttered unintelligently. “Aaand,.. He or she.. I dunno.. Anyway it was staring at me, then took out a knife after he heard police sirens and ran into the-” You stopped, pointing at the woods before the memories hit you like  a bullet. You gasped as tears started streaming down your face. “C-Callie..” You cried covering your face. “M-M-Miss (last name)? Who’s C-Cal- wait, are you the girl who’s part of the s-super important murder case?” Another asked excitedly-”Rodgers! Leave the poor girl alone!” The otiginal police officer scolded.-, he had his face covered, and looked rather suspicious, but you didnt care at the moment. “Oh m-my god… She's… She's really dead? I-i-i-” you started sobbing as the police started scribbling down notes. The man with his face covered,with which you realized was a mouthguard, was twitching. You hated crying in front of people, but you were too tired and stressed to care. You buried your face in your hands only looking up when the lights started to flicker. Everyone in the room quieted down immediately, and you sat there on the bed/cot. Completely. Still. ‘Rodgers’ seemed to have done the same, though he continued ‘ticking’ mildly. (<--not a typo. I swear.) After a while, the lights stopped. “Huh,” a police officer started. “That was we-” He never got to finish that sentence, for at that moment, a hatchet was lodged right into his head. Maniacal laughter filled the room as the officer fell to the ground, blood seeping from where the ax was. You, horrified, tore your eyes away from the corpse and looked up at the group of officers. They were all pressed up against a wall of your room with their weapons drawn as ‘Rodgers’ held them captive. “Wh-what, WHO ARE YOU?” one of them screamed. Rodgers didn't respond, he turned around, walking right past you and started tugging at something on the floor, which you soon realized was the hatchet lodged into that one poor man’s skull. When he finally was successful, blood sprayed slightly, Rodgers didn't seem to mind.In fact, he seemed to love it. Turning around, he revealed another hatchet, having one in each hand. How he managed to hide them? You may never know, no scratch that, you don't want to know. He approached the group of officers with a terrifying gleam in his eye. After pulling down goggles over them, he laughed. “Heh…. I d-dont like to b-be called by my o-old name.” He stated.”I p-prefer to be called Toby. T-Ticky Toby.” That was when all hell broke loose. But,.. If only.. You knew...