Fast Changes (Slenderman x reader) COMPLETED

Slenderman

Slowly, I crept forward without a sound. I could hear her music loud and clear, once I was directly behind her, I saw that she had her volume the maximum— obviously having no regards for her future hearing. This kid...

Cautiously, I raised my arms and tentacles, forming a sort of cage behind her, with my hands hovering about the sides of her skull. Once my fingers began to work their magic, her head shot up with a gasp, locks of hair flying back. When I leaned forward more, I noticed that eyes were paled completely, indicating that she was under trance. With that, I stepped in front of the now white-eyed girl, they didn't stay white for long— as they were palleted an inky black as I connected the ropes of my body to hers, they seemed to mold into her face, small black veins spreading from the contact.

This lull allowed me to access many things of her, including her memory. Maybe these would explain why she's acting so peculiar. I rummaged and weaved through past experiences— able to see through her point of view. Many of which I saw were of her sitting in the lap of a man wearing a camouflage suit, giggling and playing away. Not too much later, I came across one of her sitting in front of a computer screen, with the same man on the other side of what I presumed to be a Skype call. I could vaguely hear what he was saying due to the girl's current music. I could lip-read something along of the lines of "I love you".

Now, she was standing in front of a headstone, one that read "Logan (L/N)"on the epitaph.

Just a couple years later, she was the flower girl at her mother's wedding. And barely six months later, she was crouched behind the sofa, watching in terror as her mother was hit over the head with an empty beer bottle through her preheprial vision.

The next few years were only worse, so much as I stopped filing through her mind, leaving her in a daze with dark eyes.

This was something that needed to be assessed, and so thats what I decided to do. I turned my back to her, the eight tentacles reaching around her body and pulling her forward— along with taking her bag —and clinging her to my back.

"We have some questions that need to be answered..."

— Edited by Typhorius (who is actually my friend, so please no hating.)