Fast Changes (Slenderman x reader) COMPLETED

Where the Psychotic Lie

Y/N's P.O.V:

My body was numb, my hands as cold as ice. I was moving— but not walking. My head throbbed with a new headache, along with the soreness of previous pains. Where was I? I opened my eyes, and saw... tentacles? Wait what? In front of me was an abyss of darkness, but soon— a light sprouted from behind me, or in front of whoever was carrying me against my will. Who to which was somehow holding me high off the ground.

Not long after, I was abruptly dropped on a wooden porch. Unprepared for the fall, I instantly fell over. My front collided with the ground, with my forearms braced on the planks. I quickly recovered, and brought my palms to the floor, pushing my self up. Dusting my thighs and torso before turning around, I was met with no strange being as I had expected. Instead, I saw an open door to a tiny wooden cottage. The lights inside were off, giving off an eerie vibe. I would have turned around and made a mad dash back to home— but I have said it before and I'll say it again; I have no idea where I am. So, to hell with it!

I stepped inside, and a long hallway was illuminated with one light turning on at a time. I backtracked outside, and peeked around the corner to observe the house. I continued to look back and forth between the inside and the exterior. On the outside, this thing was smaller than my bedroom, but inside— the walkway was bigger than my house!

"My God! Just come inside already!" A sudden anonymous voice hollered out at me.

Holy fuck.

I scrambled into the building, the singular tattered door quietly shutting on it's own behind me.

Paintings and mirrors hung from the walls. I took the time to straighten a few of them as I passed by. There was a spruce door at the end of the hall, I raised a shaky hand and grasped the handle, turning it clockwise— it revealed a spiraling stairwell. I loomed over the rail and inspected that it wasn't extremely far down. Trotting down the wood steps, I finally reached the bottom, and— surprise surprise: there was another door.

I heaved in a breath of air, and swung it open.

"Hiya!"

Instantly, I was greeted with the most horrifying  smile I had ever seen. The face of the man was a sickeningly pale white— and appeared to have no eyelids. I shrieked and slammed the door shut in retaliation.

"Aw, come on!" I heard a muffled pout from beyond the walls. It had sounded like the same voice that had barked at me earlier. The door opened again, and I saw the same man— but he seemed less freaky. His eyes were somewhat half lidded, and he wasn't grinning from ear to ear anymore. He now wore a small, moderate smile.

He held his hand out to my crouched position on the hardwood floor. Awakwardly, I took it within my grasp and used his support to lift me up.

"Let's start over," he proclaimed, forwarding his hand once more— as in a handshake gesture this time, "I'm Jeffery. Or, Jeff the kill- er... I-uh, I'm just Jeff!" He stuttered, his mouth cracking back into that cheek-splitting smile.

I gave an unsure look his way before leaning to the right to look past him, seeing several other abnormal beings (and dog?) sprawled around what looked like a living room.

This was going to be a long night.

— Edited by Typhorius