You're Not Alone (Slenderman X Reader) ch 18 Slenderman’s POV
A faint scent of dried blood drifts through the air. I stand across the hall, waiting for her door to open. I can hear her soft whimpers from behind the door, but nothing else. The door is motionless, taunting and tempting me to open it. I want to see her. I want to hold her. I just want her.
__________… I’m so sorry.
I listen closely to her soft sobs; it is my only sign that she is there.
I promise I will never do anything like that to you ever again.
Eventually, the sobs soften and fade, disappearing into silence. The silence that I had enjoyed so much in the past is now my anathema. It weighs heavily on my body, reminding me of what I have done to her.
Please, forgive me….
Time slows down to a near hault. Every second I wait feels as
An Unfair World: AgainYou sat on guard, sitting on a rock at the entrance to Ariel's little alcove. Your shoulder wound hadn't been horrendously deep, but most of the bandages had bled through anyway. You had taken the trench knife, handing the weapon the petite blonde's assailant had left behind to her sleeping hand. The safety was on, so she wouldn't punch a hole through you or herself while she slept. The revolver was lighter in your hands than it had been before, now that conviction had settled in your mind and body. Pain still seeped from the hole where the thick-bladed knife had been, and your white shirt had a permanent crimson stain.
You didn't give shit about how you felt.
Hours passed, and sleep was beckoning you to her lap like a siren, and you tried desperately to stay awake. Your head bobbed forward, your eyelids sinking like weights had been attached to them. The folded vest you had placed beneath your childhood friend's head was beginning to look very comfortable, and you contemplated
An Unfair World: Kill the LightsYour name is Arabella Aquinas, and you're going to kick ass.
You know well that you won't win this; that there's no way you're going to beat twenty-nine other students, many of them stronger and faster and craftier than you, but you also know that you've got a very big advantage. For one, you're tall, so you can cover more ground than a third of the class. For another, you've been studying the past five games, and learning to stomach the gore has given you a sense of merciless brutality that you can't wait to utilize.
All that, plus the military-grade rifle in your duffel bag.
Unfortunately, it's been partially dismantled so that it could actually fit into the bag. Though it's not too much of a burden, it'll still take you time to put it together and ensure that the weapon is in firing condition. You also need a vantage point where you can gun down any approaching targets, but have your eyes on what looks almost like an old fashioned oil tower with a conveniently built wooden pl
An Unfair World: Chalk OutlineStealth obviously wasn't his game, as the big oaf practically stomped everywhere he went. The rattling of the chain wrapped around his torso was also irritating as hell, but the sunglasses on his stupid face were the thing that set you off the most. The tall blonde kid- he wasn't mature enough for you to consider him a man -constantly babbled too. The night had been loud enough without him, given the hooting of burrowing owls and the chirping of crickets on the plain you two just crossed.
But his lack of personal space made you want to perform an acrobatic pirouette off the nearest cliff.
"Listen, Seb," you held a hand to your brow in exasperation. "Either shut up, or I'm going to castrate you with napalm." The tanned kid shut up then, wise enough to know that you'd carry out your promise without hesitation. You continued on, the moonlight finally peeking out from behind the clouds before filtering through the leaves and branches of the aspens and oaks above you
An Unfair World: PassiveYou glanced into a pane of reflective glass, gazing at your own eyes. Red. Always red, not from crying or lack of sleep, but from flawed genetics. That's what your teachers and mother and the fuckers who picked on you said. But you knew otherwise. You had no delusions about being some savior or any ideas about you being brilliant or charismatic. But you had the gut feeling that you could change everything if you put your mind to it. And your gut was very rarely wrong.
But, in totality, you didn't deserve to win. You were cold, unsympathetic, and had been medically diagnosed with sociopathy. You were the wrong person to win and leave this hell alive, but you aimed to make sure that the other people who were even worse than you died in agony before you were slain. T'kelah had followed you, and though she was your best friend, you honestly wanted her somewhere safer. You have harbored romantic feelings for the dark-skinned girl with th
Sonya's Journal: Day 1- Abandoned.Day #1- Abandoned.
My father sold me to this hellhole of an institution. Dr. Mikes, one of the owners, gave me this shitty book to write my thoughts in. I already hate this place. The silence is unnerving. My room is only a stone box with a large metal door that locks and opens from the outside. There's no bed nor a toilet, just some sheets and a bucket. The only light source is the square peep hole on the door. I don't have a window. I feel so alone.
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