The Demon in Disguise Slenderman x Reader

The Escape

              Today was the day. The day I gave up everything. The day I had slipped up. The day I had been fearing. Now there was barely anything for me to fear anymore. During school, I had decided to tell one of my classmates of my condition. Turns out they were a snitch. Once the teachers found out they had called my parents. My parents had called the asylum. I knew what was coming so I packed a lot that night. I brought a lot of things I would need to survive. Money, food, drink, and materials for a shelter. I did bring clothes and keepsakes but I figured I wouldn't need too much of that. I was probably going to end up reincarnating anyways. Then I left. I ran as far out into the forest as I could. Until I felt reasonably tired. I then climbed a tree and tied my bags up there and tied one of my legs to the tree, so I wouldn't fall out. Later, I woke up and took my phone out from my bag to check the time. It was one in the morning. You know how people think 3:00 is the witching hour? It's not. It's really 1:00 (because 12+1=13 ). It was then I noticed some strange movement in the flora. It was big. Like human-sized big. So I quickly turned off my phone and put it in my bag. I clutched the tree and stayed deathly still, not wanting to find out what that thing was. That was until I heard a tick. And then another one. Suddenly a male teenager emerged from the bushes, twitching. He was looking around as if he had heard something. It was then that I realized that the ropes weren't tied correctly and that I was leaning over way too much. I quickly lost my balance and fell down onto my head. I quickly curled up into a ball, as I had quickly come up with a plan to get that human to go away. I quivered and pretended to be crying. *Sniff* *sniff* I can hear him walking towards me and as soon as I get close enough, I say in a gravely voice, "Get the Hell away from me." He flinches and takes a step back. I take the pocket knife out of my jacket pocket and grip it tightly holding it where he can just see the shine of the blade in the little moonlight. I slowly rise and stare at the bright blade, twisting it and examining it carefully. I was really just checking out the person behind me in the reflection, but this way it was less obvious and more likely to scare them off. (Ticci Toby design all credit to Jordan Persegati link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReGSkPaK0UE Go check him out for actual creepy pastas and he's awesome! ) He had grey colored googles, with amber lenses that, like my blade, shone brightly in the full moon. I could not see the eyes behind them but judging by his body language, he seemed to be more slightly surprised, he was scared of me. He had a strange kind of scarf or mask covering his mouth that looked like it had a mouth of its own. He was wearing a blue and greenish-grey hoodie and along with his brown hair that was sticking out of it, his body was head to toe covered in a fresh coat of deep red and frantically splattered blood. He relaxed slightly and looked at me, possibly analyzing if he could fight me or not. I took this as a chance to swiftly turn around and jabbed at him several times, using the knife. After each swing I could feel the resistance when I pulled the knife back to me and soon assumed I had stabbed him. I finally stopped and focused on him. His hands seemed to be dripping with more blood, but other than that, he was perfectly fine. I assumed he had dodged and tried to take ahold of my blade and take it from me. I decided to retreat and I turned and headed for my bag. I quickly took it and the pieces of rope with me, fleeing into the darkness. I was still feeling a little sluggish, so when I finally decided to stop running, I  grabbed one of the several bottles of tea I put into my bag and ended up chugging it right down. Suddenly I felt a large chill go down my spine. Someone was behind me. Someone dangerous. Something very dangerous.