Fateful Encounter

Chapter 3

"... Agh..."

My head feels like it's pulsing, as if it could explode any second. It hurts like hell. Thanks to the pain, I can't see anything. My vision is blurred. I hold my head in my right hand, hoping it'll go away.

And, soon enough, the pain dissipates. My vision clears up. That's when I notice where I am.

I had sat up without realizing it. I seem to be in a bed with dark purple covers, white sheets, and a white pillow. While I'm still wearing my clothes, my sweatshirt isn't on me. I look up to search for it, and I see the entirety of the room. It's pitch-black; not just the walls and floor, but also due to the fact there are no lights on. I can faintly see a bright light from behind the dark purple curtains that were on the window to my left, but other than that, there isn't much.

"Okay... Where in hell am I?", I say to myself out loud. I slowly stand up out of the bed. My head is still in pain, so I want to be careful, just in case I were to pass out again. I also notice my hair's down. Odd...

However, just as soon as I walk over to the window, I hear the door open behind me.

"Oh, you're awake," I hear a voice say as I flip my head around. "I didn't think you'd be up yet, especially not after what Fendy did to you." The light from outside the door allows me to see some of the man's features; at least, the features he has. The man has white skin and no face, just like that pervert in the woods. The only difference is that he doesn't possess a mouth. He's wearing a black suit with a dark red tie, and he's much taller than I am. Compared to me, he's a fucking giant.

"... Who're you?" I ask the man. He seems nicer than that other guy. He doesn't feel dangerous. He just doesn't have that presence.

"Oh, I'm Slenderman. Nice to meet you, Maria." I barely even have a chance to talk again before he interrupts me. "Fendy told me. He seems to know a lot about you, which is... very odd, even for him. Anyway, are you alright? I know he did something to you, though I'm not really sure what."

"You mean that pervert? You know him?"

"I'm afraid so. He's my... brother."

"I can see the resemblance. You should put him on a leash, for fuck's sake. He tried to rape me!!"

"Damn it, that... I'm so sorry. He can get out of control sometimes. Er... a lot. Pervert is an understatement. His name suits him perfectly."

"... What is his name, anyway?"

"Sexual-Offenderman is his full name, though we call him Fendy."

Well, he's not wrong. That name does suit him. What kind of parents did they have?

"Where is he now?"

"Oh, don't worry about him. He decided he didn't want a room in here with everyone else, so we made him a separate house outside. He's pouting there as we speak."

"... Alright, thank god." I hesitate. "By the way, have you seen my stuff?"

"Your sweatshirt and knife? Yes... Your sweatshirt is in the washer, and I've put your knife somewhere safe, just so that Jeff can't get to it. He tends to take anyone's knives."

"... Uh..."

"Oh, sorry. I must be confusing you. Here, follow me. Let's go get your things."

I follow him out of the dark room into the narrowly-lit hallway. None of the lights inside the house were on; only the light of dawn from outside. As long as it doesn't get in my eyes, I'm fine.

"Alright, it should be just over--"

"Get back here, Ben!!!" Out of nowhere, two people bolt past us. Slenderman almost falls over due to the force. "Ben, you fucker!! Give me back my fucking knife!!"