The Bard and the Killer

Chapter 7: Why?

     After your luxurious thirty minute shower, you felt as though you could handle whatever came at you next, no matter what it may be. Slipping into a fresh pair of polka-dotted pajama pants and a crisp, clean purple shirt after being submerged in hot water was nearly orgasmic for you. All cleaned up, you brushed out your (hair color) locks and slipped back across the hallway as if sneaking about, dirty clothes tucked under your hands. Even though they were beyond saving, you hung them in the closet, hesitant to throw them out. Probably just more that I don't remember.

     You almost didn't see the second note when you belly flopped onto the bed that was yours. It fluttered into the air and would've drifted unnoticed under the bed if you hadn't been practiced at seeing things in the air, on the go. A deft hand captures the second note and you bring it closer so that you may more easily read it.

     I'm glad you like it. I had to visit three separate stores and finally the mall to find anything even close to that odd jacket you're so insistent on keeping. At least these have hoods.

     You looked up in the middle of your reading, unnerved that who ever had gotten the new clothes for you already seemed to notice that you were more than satisfied with them. As always, there was nothing to be seen. Safely assured that you were alone in your room, you turned back to the note.

     I just want to remind you that everyone here is a killer in some way. We can all pretend to be nice or even play at it, but at the end of the day, whether or not we want to, our violent natures surface in some way. It's clear to everyone here that you don't carry that sort of nature within you, and yet the Slender is insistent on keeping you here. Just be careful. I will do what I can, but I'm only a proxy, and you, well you have dangerously caught the eye of  Slenderman.

     Your stomach fluttered in mild alarm. You hadn't even met this creature that Jeff and Ben had both referred to as the Slender, and yet you were being told he had his eyes on you? What had you done to attract the attention of the kind of creature that could lead a band of people like this? Shudders wracked you, so you peeled back your covers and slid under them, suddenly not even half as comfortable as you were before. At least it looked like Toby was looking out for you.

     You looked about your room, another disturbing thought occurring to you. You found the color purple quite pleasant, perhaps even your favorite. The walls were purple and so were your bed sheets. Had they been watching you before the incident with the thugs? Suddenly wide awake, you huddled uselessly beneath your sheets, staring at the ceiling all through out the day. When your mission came the next night, it came to you on a sleepless day.

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     Gamzee looked about wearily. He hated human hospitals and all the weird noises that came with them. They also usually had the most uncomfortable waiting chairs he'd ever experienced. This visit was beyond important, however. Gamzee made himself get over it. When (your mother's name) finally got back from her thinkpan scan, she seemed just as annoyed as him. This expression softened only slightly at the sight of him waiting in her room. (Your father's name) had been unable to get out of work this day and so Gamzee's company was quite welcome.

     Once the nurse had gotten her back into bed and checked the readings on the machines hooked up to her, she left the two of them. "I saw her, Gamzee. She was right there before my eyes, insisting that she didn't know me. She was with a demon." Gamzee was hesitant to touch it, but he did anyway. He was desperate to find you.

     "A demon?" He asked. He didn't question the fact that she was certain she saw you. He was sure that she had. It was just that there were clearly some unnatural things happening with you.