Caught In The Forest

Lamb to Lion

*Four years later*

     "Shit!" I shouted, aggravated. My knife missed the branch by  two inches.

     Jeff laughed by the sidelines. "Thought you could do better than me, huh? Psh, amateur." Jeff's smile was no longer scary, just a needle in a haystack detail. "Honey, you have to be a killer to manage the knife," he teased.

     "Honey my ass. I've still got innocence in my pocket, remember? I don't have an addiction for death, which make  me superior to you in that factor." I said as I walked to over to the knife laying in the forest earth.

     "Is that really such a success? I'll give it to you, but only because you're pathetic-", Jeff stopped as the knife came whizzing into his abdomen. His body fell to the ground, and he began to spit out dark blood in a twisted dance of his body. 

    "Honey," I mocked. "You really need to keep a better eye out. You might get-" I leaned down, wrapping my hands around the knife's handle that stuck out. "Hurt!" I pulled the knife out, Jeff quickly curled up into a ball. "How's my aim now?" Jeff managed to get to his knees, he tried to stand up but stumbled back down. "When you're not looking pathetic yourself, come inside." I threw the knife in front of Jeff and sauntered away, going back to the house.

     I pulled on the large creaky door to see Silver coming down the stairs. He smirked, "You're a little dirty." I looked down to see my shirt sprayed with Jeff's blood. I stuck my tongue out in disgust.

     "Bleh," I said jokingly. 

     "Is he the only one that you actually injure?"

     "It's fun. His ego kind of just hits the fan when I hit him. Besides, while you are all trying to brainwash me into some proxy, I don't need anything but him to beat up on."

     Silver jumped onto the couch in one of his eccentrically random actions. He didn't talk as much as the others, but that didn't mean he didn't talk at all. In comparison to Hoodie, he would be considered extremely chatty, only because Hoodie never spoke, period. He was a cool guy I later found out since our meeting. We became quite good friends.

     "Having fun up there?" I leaned against a wall. He nodded with glee and soon jumped right into the TV, something I had gotten used to. The front door opened, but I didn't need to turn around. "Does Jeffy feel better now?"

     He seemed to grimace at me but I only walked behind him. I wrapped my arms around his chest. "That was a bitch move of you." He hissed. I moved my hand to his heart. It's artificial beating seemed to go faster. "What are you doing?" He asked quickly.

     "Someone's weak," I whispered into his ear. I then ran away grinning, but I was able to catch the slight color that moved onto his face. That was one of the sources of my fun. I played with their emotions, especially Jeff's. They were so lonely, they wanted companionship. But four years never taught any of them I wasn't interested. 

     Slenderman once looked at me and said, "Penny, you are a twenty year-old woman."

     I nodded at him, my anger had long since faded towards him, "Thank you for the obvious statement. Yes, yes I am."

     "Don't women get lonely at your age?"

     I stared at him, not understanding what he was saying. "What do you mean Slendy?"

     He seemed to pause. "This is solely because of my curiosity, not due to my interest. Let me clarify that, because you know I have a wonder in the human emotions and their effects on the actions of humans as well. This question is for research-"