After receiving a personal request from the Slenderman to capture eight killers around the U.S., Kate, Tim, Brian, and Toby, have no choice but to comply. What was once supposed to be a betrayal in order to set themselves free, turned into a deep search for redemption, their demons, free will, and the worse they have feared: their humanity. The "origin" of how the Slender mansion came to be. A story created by a fan for the fans, filled with references and memories. A mixture of Creepypasta, Slender: The Arrival, and the Slenderverse. This is for the ones who found comfort in fictional killers, when the rest of the world turned its back on them.

Life isn't some silly book. It's where you are in the moment. But what will happen when a girl who is desperate to live life, meets Jeffrey Woods and Liu Woods, who are also desperate to live?

𝘐𝘯 2013, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚... I'm not gonna so a TW because you should know what you're getting into if you're reading the damn thing. Anyways, I've been thinking of writing this for months now and I'm finally going to do it. There may or may not be a little 🍋 in this... I'll try to update it at least once a week, but during the summer I'll get to write at least once every couple days. Enjoy <3 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮₍'｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა ૮₍ '𖦹 ˕ ×' ₎ა ૮₍ - ⤙ - ₎ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Semi-Realistic Semi-Fandomized CreepyPasta x Child Reader »»-----------► NB!Reader ────────────────────── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐊𝐈𝐃, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔~? ❞ ❝ 𝐘𝐄𝐒 , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑.❞ ────────────────────── ╰┈➤ ｓｙｎｄｉｃａｔｅ | （𝑛．）a group of individuals or organizations combined to promote some common interest ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ : ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 your parents were murdered savagely and you were left at the mercy of their killer; an unhinged criminal with an infamous, facial scar slit across his face. Getting involved with this shady character unknowingly gets you caught up in run-ins with 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆, a very violent and deadly ⦻rganization that congregates deep within the woods... ────────────────────── ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ╰┈➤ The CreepyPasta used in this story all belong to their rightful owners, and full credit of the character in itself belongs to them. ╰┈➤ [Y/N] is non-binary. [Y/N] is of your imagination, as it is your portrayal of the character. ╰┈➤ Any images used within this story belong to their rightful owners, unless stated otherwise. ────────────────────── ✧.* hope you enjoy the story.

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?