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...guided by our devotion, our love, our affection. A bond that pulls us down paths not bargained for. And when you find yourself alone as HE casts out that bedeviling gaze... How far will it carry you? Lauren and Kate will both finally learn the answer to that question and with each girl trying to protect the other from the wicked Slenderman, it will prove to be a very great length.

The title says it all.

A prequel to The Burning Of Wires. A young girl and her friend gets kidnapped by the Proxies, and are kept alive. But the reason why is beyond horrifying as time goes on...

Kate, Lauren and Charlie manage to defeat Slender and escape Oakside Park, but even though they've won the final battle, there's still a lot of cleaning up left to do. Because of that, the three become a patchwork family and take up residence in Kate's old mansion. In the very same place where the nightmare began, a new life shall flourish and a prison will become a sanctuary.

((( STILL UNDER CONSTANT CHANGES! IIT IS BARELY STARTED AND THERE ARE LOTS OF DISCLAIMERS, PLEASE READ THE FIRST CHAPTER ))) DANNY ALLEN: Personal informations Name: take a fucking guess ^ Age: 18 Gender: other Likes: comic books, large clothes, a girl in my science class (Lily, she's gorgeous), timey wimey stuff, magic, mythology, the occult Dislikes: most people, the color gray, myself, pointless shit Sexual orientation: literally anyone willing to date me Hobbies: archery, reading, going out with friends, sleeping Flaws: ADHD, minor memory losses, Homestuck reader, too much of a nerd Did this because: my psychiatrist said that I should keep a mental diary where I list what happens to me, the people near me and my surroundings, to keep my mind occupied and hopefully space out less. I don't think I'll take this too seriously, though: it sounds stupid. I'll just "write" basic information, so that I don't forget them and that I actually pay attention to my actions.

The last thing I ever saw was that face. That pure white, featureless face. The last word I ever breathed, the silent cry, of no. The last thing I ever smelt, that strong stench of old blood. The last thing I ever heard, the static being carried in the wind. I died by the hand - or should I say tentacles - of the Slenderman. Though I may have died, I still live on, not as a ghost, but as, a... Servant of the Slenderman.

{ Creepypasta x GN!reader } 𝐇uman ,, is how people describe you. But that's from their point of view. In 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 you're very far from that idea. "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?" "𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞?" 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : [Name] [Last Name], their name wasn't well known but if you saw them you'd recognise them. Everyone considered them a human, they looked like a human so how couldn't they be? Well,, as people say practice makes perfect. And [Name] has perfected her form of art. 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲. _--- I don't own or take rights to any of the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Some may be OOC so feel free to point that out so I can improve the speech! User__Kazuu Start : 14/12/24 End : ??? Status : continuing

Slenderman is far more than a common ghost or ghoul. He is far stronger, and it is an insult to lower him to the primitive level of a bogeyman. He is a god, he is the truth of human nature, and he is your own personal Hell. It's time to take a look at other interpretations of this character, and see just how ethereal and terrifying he can truly be! (Just ask CR, Kate and Lauren...)

For me these dreams were normal. They started when I was little. I don't quite know why but it just became a every night thing. So after a whole I got use to it. But one night this dream isn't the same. Nothing like this had happened before. And nothing was the same after....