The Carnival (A CREEPYPASTA FAN FICTION)

Chapter 8

Their eyes were black, and dark sludge was coming out of their mouths. I screamed backing away from them, I turned around and tried to run but they were in front of me again. I screamed and fell to the floor, everything went black.

I kept my eyes closed afraid of what I would see, and I sobbed quietly. The cold mental around my ankles kept me on the ground but I didn't feel like moving, all the fight I had left in my drained out. I heard the scraping of the door against the cold cement floor, was this how I was going to live my life from now on? Powerless in a dark room? Two sets of foot steps came towards me, I'm not going to move maybe they'll leave me if I don't move. The closer the footsteps got the more static filled my head, I knew who it is. Someone poked me, but I stayed still.

"Miss Thorn I got Mr. Slendy for you. I think he wants to talk to you." Sally said in a cheerful voice, but I just laid there unmoving wanting to die. The static grew louder the longer I laid on the ground, so I decided to say something.

"Thank you Sally." My voice barely a whisper. I opened my eyes, and looked up at her giving her a same smile. The static in my head didn't stop, so I frowned again. All of a sudden Sally left the room and I was left behind with 'Slendy'.

'Thorn you have disrespected. I might as well just ki-'

"Then do it, kill me I don't want to live any more! You KILLED all of my family and you expect me to want to live! SO GO AHEAD JUST KILL ME!!!" I didn't want to feel anymore, I just wanted quiet. I quietly weeped into my hands, ready for what ever was to come my way, but nothing ever did. Slenderman stood there silently, I looked up at him with pleading eyes awaiting my hopefully swift death. With a sigh he slowly pulled out a chair from a dark corner of the room.

     'You show a lot of emotions that could become useful to me, so instead of killing you I will punish you by keeping you alive. You will work with the people you have wronged, and will hopefully build relationships with new people.' He sneered. I just stared at him with disbelief. What do you mean I'll hopefully build relationships?

     Before I could ask he hands me a black folder lined with gold edges. Hesitantly I open it, it's a contract for 7 years at the 'Slender Mansion'. A pen appears in my hand and before I could register what had happened I signed the piece of paper. The folder is ripped from my hand, and I hear footsteps leading out of the room.

     "WHAT!!" I yell. The footsteps pause. "Just tell me this now," my eyes water once again "what made you change you mind so quick? I was crying for god sake, not being bold or strong." The chains rattled as I wiped the tears falling out of my eyes. The tall thin man, if that's what you would call him, walked back to me. He leaned down to my level, grabbed my face and said,

     'I think I already answered your question,' His voice came out harsher then I was ready for, 'but if you can't remember. I didn't save you because you were the best fit for anything. You are a worthless slug that has hurt my family, you don't deserve to live or be loved. I only saved you because you wanted to die.' And with that he took his leave.

Thank you for reading, and sorry to those to expected me to write sooner. I just got caught up with school and writing other stories. Again I'm sorry. If you liked this I would be forever great full if you liked and even commented.

-Your friendly neighbourhood Sean Brigs