I held myself together tightly and grabbed my food before fleeing back up the stairs. No one bothered to even attempt to stop me. All dad did was watch with what looked as far as he could frown. I wasn't going to let them affect me. I settle down on my bed, keeping my thoughts away from yesterday. My laptop planted firmly in front of me, displaying a large range of anime for me to choose from.I clicked on my favorite and Laughed as a certian knuckle headed ninja defeated his red headed family member. (If you know what I'm talking about I love you.) I wanted to go hunting with my dad... to get my mind off everything. Maybe some father, daughter bonding time will do the trick.
I stood beside my father, watching the poor souls who had ventured int our forest. I slenderwalked with father by our victims, taking pleasure in the screams given at first sighting. Seems someone didn't come to get away from their families.. They wanted to find father. Well, now they have found the family. I followed the man as father got the girl. It was exciting, watching as he scrambled to escape me in a failed attempt, anytime he got close to leaving the forest I would appear in front of his, scaring him, knocking him back onto his rear. My laugh echoed throughout the forest. A demented laugh. I enjoyed the splotches of blood on his face. I leant forward, swiping my finger through one of the larger splotches. I liked my finger, shivering in excitment over the metallic taste of his blood. He crawled backwards, back hitting the twisted gnarled root of the tree behind him. I could hear the girls screams growing weaker until they silenced altogether. I smirked and walked forward, an innocent look on my face. I was going to play with him.
"Hey, do you want to play a game with me?" My voice was raspy, I understood why he shook with fear. My still bloodied fingers trailed his jawline before settling on his adams apple gently. "Are you going to play?" I asked simply. he noded shakily, standing up, moving my hand away from his adams apple.
"Y-Yes.. I-I-I'll P-play." I could hear it now, "Pop goes the weasel" playing gently in the background. I needed this to help me. I grabbed his hand and twirled around. I was dancing with him.
"The game is simple, the more you scream the longer I keep you alive for torture.. Simple, Right?" He nodded, ripping his hands from mine, prepared to dash off. I slenderwalked to right in front of him and encased him tightly in my tendrils.
"Ah Ah Ah.. You agreed to play, now as punishment I'll keep you alive longer during torture, Alright?" he shook his head and wrenched his jaws wide open, snapping them shut forcefully on his tongue. I grabbed the bleeding part of his tongue and held a ripped piece of fabric from his shirt to it. "No evading my game that easily." I chuckled. I wrapped my fingers around his, like a couple, before walking further into the forest.
"'Round and 'round the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel," I set him against the tree, stripping him of his shirt.
"The monkey thought 'twas all in fun," I jammed a rib with two fingers listening with a devilish grin as he screamed.
"Pop! Goes the weasel." I tore a small hole in his skin, wiggling my fingers around, causing deafening screams to emit from the man.
"A penny for a spool of thread" I pulled a penny from my back pocket, and replaced his eyes with it, careful leave all tendons and blood vessels attached.
"A penny for a needle," I used my pinkie nail to create a small line as thin as a needles poke, but it was streched from wrist to middle finger on the pads of his hands.
"That's the way the money goes," A penny in his wrist just for fun. I guess I can say I put my two cents in.
"Pop! Goes the weasel." Three more ribs down, probably puncturing a lung.. Or both. I'm hoping only one though. Pierccing screams ran through the cool air, alerting my father to my presence.
"A half a pound of tupenny rice,
A half a pound of treacle.
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! Goes the weasel." there went a few more ribs, listening wtih a heart chilling smile as he slumped in my arms, giving up little by little.
"Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel." I hit one rib, saving the last few for the ending, it was that little bit of hope in his eyes.. It pissed me off.
"I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone
Pop! Goes the weasel." I hit with his last ribs that were untouched and threw back on to the unforgiving cold earth before leaning over him with a glare. "There is no hope for you, 'Pop goes the weasel.' " It was just as I finished my sentence I saw his chest burst open slightly, spattering me with droplets of my favorite crimson liquid. I licked my lips and faced my father, smiling brightly at the tall man.
"Daddy! Look at my art!"
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Slender orphanage
HorrorAlaska faith. No where near normal, taught by her father at a young age about her powers. Now finally free from her mother she joins her dad and several creepypastas. How will many of them react to her. Will they ever be told that Slender is her fat...
