Creepypasta Child Scenarios

Midnight Company Pt.2

She was near. Her heartbeat was on the wind. Wild and strong and naive. She navigated the forest no better than a newborn fawn. Stumbling and tripping over her feet in the dark.

But she wasn't alone. He wasn't expecting her to be. The girl had an escort accompanying her whenever she stepped out of the mansion. Now was no different. However, he had been expecting their Eyeless hunter to be the one forced to follow her around. It was nearing his feeding hour after all. But instead it seemed that Slender's waterlogged Elf was to take the cannibal's place this evening.

The faintest of smiles tugged at his lips. The frost grass brushed against his elbows, long and gentle like butterfly wings. The tips of each blade instantly singed and floated away in dusty ashes, rearing back the way burned fingers do.

Any moment now and he would meet her in person, the newest treasure that his old friend held so near and dear.

He would never admit it, soul be damned...again. But it was hard to ignore the flutter of excitement that tightened his stomach in anticipation.

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The fire warmed every corner of the library. Its pleasant glow swayed over the colorful pages of a favorite book titled: 'The Little Prince.'

"'Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons...'"

Slender let his gaze flicker from the page and over to the sleeping boy in the next chair. Curled into the cushion like a kitten with chocolate smeared on his cheek, Toby had been quickly lulled to sleep.

Slender didn't mind this small favor of reading to Toby. He knew that it brought him a moment's peace from the usual demons that plagued the poor child's mind. But Toby always made him promise not to tell anyone about it. He didn't want to give the others another reason to pick at him.

And Slender kept his promise every time.

Closing the book, a heavy black tendril carefully placed it back on its proper shelf as Slender slowly rose to his feet.

Toby shifted. The reflection of the fire caught in the orange glass of his goggles, pushed back into wisps of his chestnut hair, made Slender pause for just a moment. The surge of dread that swelled in his chest like one of L.J's balloons was popped with a pin of relief upon realizing that the boy's hair wasn't actually on fire.

"If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there...' "

Slender recited almost breathlessly and lifted Toby into his arms just as easily as would any of his children. They were no burden to him and it would sometimes keep him awake with worry to know that they often thought of themselves as such. Children were strange and incredibly complicated creatures, especially his.

He kept Toby secure in his grasp, his head felt heavy against his chest. The sudden feeling of weightlessness to envelop and pull them from the library's sanctuary until, only a moment later, they were in a different room altogether.

Messy (as expected) with shoes tossed aside and socks with little holes in them hanging off of the torn lampshade, Slender navigated around the minor obstacles and tried to ignore the urge to hose down the growing ecosystem that was Toby's room. He didn't even want to think about the food that was without a doubt, hidden in drawers or under pillows. The place smelled of maple syrup (big surprise) and the forest winds, and sweat.