Chapter 4

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I suddenly find myself unable to move. What did... he just say...? killing?

"Why... didn't you? -I mean, what made you change your mind from such a decision?" I ask, laughing nervously. He flinches. The skin where his mouth should be starts to rip open revealing sharp teeth. Frowning, He turns his head in my direction. Oh no.

"What?!" He yells in a deeper, harsher tone with a monster like growl to it making me jump and hold onto my stomach. "You're..." He starts slowly. "...You're asking THAT?!" I feel myself start to tremble. Oh no, he's- he's really mad. Standing up slowly he turns to me with his fists clenched tightly. "You should be so THANKFUL that I didn't kill ALL OF YOU! Yet you're asking WHY?!" He yells in anger walking slowly towards me, his mouth making creases appear all over his face. I stare up in horror regretting ever asking that. What was going through my head when I asked that!? I practically sounded disappointed that he didn't kill me!

"I'm sorr-"

"SHUT UP!" he yells down at me causing me to fall to my knees. Yet, even then I couldn't look away from his monstrous form which grew in height with each second.

One of his black tentacles come out from his back wrapping itself around my neck. "THE ONLY THING THAT SHOULD BE COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH IS A 'THANK YOU!'" His beast like voice rings in my ears as I try to calm down looking for the courage to speak. He starts to tighten the tentacle around my neck.

"...Th-Thank you..." I stutter just barely getting the words out. Moments past as he examines my pitiful state. I blink as tears roll down my cheeks. Letting out a "Tsk." he hovers his right hand over my cheek lightly and starts to stroke the tears away with his thumb.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask. Shrinking down to his old size he kneels in front of me. The black tentacle that was around my neck slowly undoes itself and retreats into his back.

"No." He answers for his voice was also back to its normal less deep self. Taking his other hand he softly caresses my neck, his thumb on my jaw. Looking at the pale surface that made up his face was almost... mesmerizing yet, he seemed almost more fascinated with my face than I was with his.

"Slenderman?" I ask.

"What?"

"Were you going to kill us because... were living in your forest?" I ask yet, still doubtful whether its his forest or not. He doesn't answer right away.

"Yes." He finally answers.

"I'm sorry that we intruded, If you want I can ask my parents and see if they'll move us again. I might be able to get them to take down the house too." I think for a moment. "Oh! and for my birthday I can ask them to make sure no one else builds here." I look up hoping this request made him happy even though I wouldn't be able to tell even if I wanted to. Continuing to rub my cheek he doesn't say anything at first. It was like being this close to me calmed him down. I'm glad he's not angry anymore but his split-personality worries me.

"Your name is 'Blaye', right?" He asks ignoring my request.

"Yeah." I answered. Taking his hands away from my face he puts them under my arms pressing them against my back and hesitantly starts to lean in. Only a centimeter away from his almost non-existent lips I press my hands against his chest stopping him from leaning in anymore. My eyes shut tightly from embarrassment. "Please... don't." I don't know why but I felt upset about stopping him.

Taking his hands off my back he stands up backing away from me. I open my eyes and look up to see him leaning on my wall. He starts to laugh. But it wasn't a happy laugh, it was a sad, painful laugh. I felt like crying.

"How stupid of me." He says covering over where his eyes should be. "No one could ever love me." Continuing to laugh painfully he leans off my wall turning to face it. Clenching his fist he punches the thin wall. Dry paint chips off. His skin re-attaches itself over his teeth leaving him mouth-less once again. "Maybe that'll help explain how your cane broke, Bye."

"Wait-!" But it was too late, he had disappeared. Does he truly think that no one can love him?! That's absorb! Just because he's a little different- I blink in surprise from my own thoughts. But he's not just a little different... is he?

~ Next Morning ~

"Do we have anymore canvasses?" I ask my mom who was busy typing something on her computer.

"Didn't I just buy you some last week?" She answers in an annoyed tone.

"I used them all." I answer impatiently. She takes a sip of her expensive drink not looking away from the screen.

"All of them, huh?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm." She continues typing. "I can get you some the next time I go out. You know, if you have an idea just sketch it down in the meantime." I sigh in disappointment.

"Thanks mom"

"Now go away, I need to concentrate." I turn away with a dull expression on my face.

Throwing myself back on my bed I close my eyes and start to think about last night. Last night...Last night... I saw Slenderman in my room and then... out of fear I grabbed my cane. I sit up in my bed and look over at my desk, my broken cane thrown underneath. I swung my cane at him and hit his jaw, if he were a bit shorter I would have hit his head.

That's when I suddenly remembered, right before he walked over to me memories started flashing back in my head. I remembered my name and my red hair. I can't remember too much of my life before I moved here, I only remember feeling sad about not having any friends. I remembered the moving day. I recalled my love for music and art and oddly enough a lot of memories of me painting flashed back too. I jolt in my bed realizing what it was that I was seeing. Right before he came at me, right before he reached his hand out to me, I saw my life flash before my eyes.

Oh gosh. I put my hand over my mouth leaning forward feeling a bit sick. Was that really a life or death situation...? I jolt again. If I hadn't hit him... I would have died? No... No way, but he decided he wasn't going to kill us. And he decided not to because... That's right, he never told me. He got mad at me when I asked that. And oh ya, he has a mouth.

I groan loudly in irritation pressing the palms of my hands on my eyes. I even tried to make him feel better! I look down at my hands slowly closing them. He tried to... I feel my face go a bit red. In a normal situation I'd be angry with him yet instead, I'm really sad for him.

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