In a daze, I wander into a dark forest. I scratch the back of my head as I strain my yellow eyes to see any sort of details amongst the tall trees. Well damn, I sigh, how can this place be so dark? I sit on the ground against the closest tree and rummage through my little black backpack in search of my flashlight when I hear the sound of rustling leaves not far from where I rest. I grope for my hatchet fastened to my waist and flick on my flashlight as I stand slowly. I wander deeper into the dense wood in search of my new playmate. Hehe, come out come out, I sing as l peak amongst the trees, I know youre out here, darling. Why not come and play? As I stop and listen in vain for the sound of anything, I am greeted with silence. I sigh, assuming that whoever was here had came and went, but just as I spin toward my left I see him: a tall, faceless, pale man in a black suit. Well well arent you a scary looking guy, I chuckle, twirling my hair between my fingers. Dont worry, we can still play. I reach my left arm up, tightening my grip on my beautiful silver hatchet, just as a plethora of black tentacles shoot out from the tall mans back and dash toward my throat. Without a chance to react, the tentacles coil around my thin neck and the man lifts me into the air while choking the breath from me. The hold on my throat pulls tighter and I hear a low rumble coming from the faceless man, almost in a shallow laugh. In a fit of anger, I swing my hatchet, coming down on the appendages and slice clean through them. As I tumble to the ground again, I hear a rough growl come from the man. A smile, similar to my painted grin, flashes across my face as I see the man stumble backward and fall against a tree. I stand to my feet and brush the dirt from my torn, green dress. I push my black hair to the side and step gracefully toward my new playmate as he regains his composure. I lunge forward and he grips my waist and spins us around in a quick movement. I next find myself pinned against the tree, the mans expressionless face close to mine. Sorry sweetheart, I breathe harshly, Its not going this way. I catch my breath in my throat and swing my left arm as strongly as I can. The hatches blade flies through the mans neck and sends his head rolling toward the forest floor. I stand and look over my poor friends lifeless corpse. Upon inspection, I giggle and snatch up his blood red tie. I glide over to the white, severed head and kick it lightly. Goodnight Slenderman. Wikked wins - Wikked
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 03:08:38 +0000
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