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Scotland

So, Scotland is up late (I'm so sorry about that, school just ended and it's been chaos the last few days). But, as promised, it's everyone's favorite Scotsman! So, the next chapter isn't going to be Slenderman. *gasp* it's going to be a little change called Scary Maze! As requested, the next chapter will be Belarus playing Scary Maze, but after Belarus, Hong Kong's chapter should be up, and back to Slender. So, as always, smash that vote button, drop a comment/request, and enjoy the chapter, my comrades ^-^

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Scotland had no idea how he'd gotten bribed, or tricked, or whatever into playing slenderman. But, the upside was that, every time he got a page, he'd take a shot of whiskey.

And the game began.

"What's this bullshit? It's so damn dark!" he cursed as he walked through the forest, taking a shot of whiskey regardless of his zero-page record. He smashed on the keyboard keys (because of the whiskey, his vision was blurring, his speech was slurring, and his anger was kicking in), and the flashlight clicked on. "Not much damn better...," the Scot mumbled, hammering the keyboard keys and somehow making his way through the trees. He soon got to the car crash site, and his head spun as he wandered about the mutilated vehicles. He walked straight into a car, and was stuck walking forward. The Scotsman began to shout and cuss at the computer monitor.

"SCOTLAND! SHUT YOUR BLOODY TRAP! IT'S TEN AT NIGHT!" England yelled from upstairs.

"DAMN YOU SCOTLAND, I'M ENGLAND AN' I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANNA DO!" Scotland yelled back in a drunken slur. Silence followed, and the Scot grinned triumphantly as he backed up from the car he'd been walking into the entire time. His character dipped sideways, left and right, the screen going up and down as he completely bypassed a page in his drunken haze. "Waaaait wait, there's a page down 'ere!" He exclaimed, hiccuping and walking over to a broken barbedwire fence that had a page hanging off of it. It took him about eight tries to actually click the page, and by then, the staticky pixels were forming at the top of the screen. "What the hell is this," the Scotsman cussed, flicking at the static. Frustrated, he punched the static, putting a crater in the corner of the screen. "Balls, it won't go away, dammit!"

He decided to continue playing anyway, despite the static and the dent in the screen. He took a swig of whiskey to celebrate page number one, then kept on walking although he had the feeling he was being watched...and followed. He checked behind his shoulders in real life before rotating his character onscreen. Nothing was there but a moving, hovering black tree trunk. He dismissed and ignored this, due to his drunken state.

Once into the forest again, a swift movement caught his eye. He rotated his character to the left. Nothing. To the right. Nothing. Slowly, he checked behind him.

Slenderman was standing over him, staring down at him. The music screamed in the headphones, and the screen went full static. "OH MY GOD!" Scotland yelled. Not thinking straight, the intoxicated Scotsman picked up his whiskey bottle by the neck, and swung it straight into the screen.