Notes:
[f/n]= first name
If you are vegetarian, ignore the fact that you’re eating meat!
When You Hang Out With Him:
Weeks have passed now since I’ve been forced to live in this manor with its household of monsters. I have found that escape is not possible, and my only chance for safety is to stick close to my captor. However, having spent time with him, I find that he isn’t as scary to me as he used to be. In fact, I would go so far to say that we have become friends. Which isn’t good, for who knows how long these happy days will continue? Still, today I’m feeling particularly lonely, so I’m going to bug my captor to spend some time with me.
Slenderman:
I stare out the window, my mind lost in thought. After Slenderman had brought me here, I have been unable to go outside ever since. He, however. makes frequent trips, often leaving me here on my own. When he isn’t around, I often feel a bit on edge. I feel safe when I’m with Slenderman, but not with the other household members. Slenderman had forbidden them from hurting me in any way, and so far, they listened to him. Still, I’d feel more at ease if he was here.
A hand suddenly grips my shoulder, causing me to whirl around with a startled gasp. I’m met with Slenderman’s faceless head, so I breath out a sigh of relief. “Slendie!” I cry. After getting to know him better, I had cautiously dubbed him the nickname Slendie, because Slenderman didn’t quite feel like a real name. He didn’t seem offended at all by the nickname, so I have been calling him Slendie ever since. “You scared me!”
“My apologies,” he tells me. “You were quite lost in thought, so you didn’t notice me. Is something wrong, [f/n]?”
I fiddle with my hair a bit as I tell him, “Well, no, not really. It’s just…” I let loose a sigh, then continue. “I miss being able to go outside. There isn’t much I can do in this house when you’re gone, that’s all.”
He silently starts to ponder something, and I watch back nervously. Oh no, did I make him mad? But then he speaks up, “Then, would you like to accompany me on a stroll?”
I blink in surprise, then smile widely at him. “Sure!” I cheer happily.
He holds his hand out to me. “Then you must hold my hand. In this forest, people are bound to get lost.” I stare at him for a brief moment out of skepticism. I had learned before that Slendie sees everything in this forest. Even if I were to miraculously sneak away from him and manage to get lost, he would be able to find me, no problem. There isn’t really a need for me to hold his hand. But it’s not a good idea to argue with him, so I gently take his hand.
“Lead the way,” I say with a smile. He leads me outside, and together we hike through the forest.
He takes me to various locations he thinks would intrigue me, such as a glistening river, a tree that had colored a brilliant red, a den containing baby rabbits, and various other sights. All the while, I can’t help but wonder at how his hand can be so soft and warm. Before I know it, night has already fallen. “Hey, Slendie?” I venture out.
“Yes?” he responds.
“Do you know a place where we could go to see the sky? I want to see the stars.”
“Why yes, I know a clearing,” he tells me. After some walking, we arrive at a little meadow bathed in moonlight.
I lightly squeeze Slendie’s hand and point upwards. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I breath out.
