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erinawritesheadcanons2 · 2 years

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Could you do a headcanon where Slender actually gets embarrassed or romantically excited about what Y/N says? Having Y/N being a flirt.

Slenderman, Trenderman, and Splendorman Having a Flirty S/O

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A/N: Hello there @vincentisstressed, I hope you do not mind that I added Splendorman and Trenderman who are the other Slenderman brothers. Just think of it as a Bonus since I don't publish as much as my other account inside here.

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Slenderman

Slenderman is someone who is very formal in a way when he acts or speaks to other proxies. Other than that, he is faceless and because of that many people believe that he doesn't have an expression and does not have the ability to show emotions.

I believe that's wrong even though many fandoms portray him to be an emotionless monster or a caring father who loves Sally. I believe he can show emotions but not in the way a human does or we know.

He might act like he doesn't feel any excitement and embarrassment when you were being flirty and touchy to him since you are his S/O but that is A HUGE LIE.

You see because I believe Slenderman acts all calm but he is internally screaming and blushing at your sweet and seductive words, especially when you praise his intelligence and leadership skill.

If he has eyes, his eyes would advert and not look at you straight in the eyes because he knows he looks at you in the eyes. HE WILL LOSE HIS SHIT AND COMPOSURE.

You almost couldn't see but since he has pale white skin. You can see a little pink tint on the cheek area and you swore there is a little buzzing sound along with a tiny gasp escaping from him even though he does not have a mouth.

Pray that he won't get revenge on you after you fluster him almost to death. Once you two are behind the door, Slenderman are going to put his revenge on action twice harder than you but it's so subtle that he can pull 'I don't know what are you talking about my dear" card.

In conclusion Slenderman does get excited when you were flirting with him but he is also embarrassed. Just don't do it in front of other proxies or he is gonna die of embarrassment.

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Inside the abandoned mansion in the middle of the forest, a man sitting inside his office room and reading a book with a thick cover and thousands of pages on it. The faceless man is reading an old witchcraft book with an old language that only he has the ability to understand it.

Slenderman even though still aware of his surrounding as he was reading the old book, the man itself was more focused on the book and as the result. Slenderman heard the knock from outside of the door of his office room and not knowing the person behind the door, "Come in!" He said as he still looks at the book.

The dark mahogany door slowly moved away with a subtle and gentle creaking sound from it, showing a man/woman/someone with (H/C) hair colour, (E/C) Eye colour, and (S/C) skin colour. The faceless man didn't hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to him because his mind was still on the books until he felt a tiny contact on his tendrils.

He could not help but jumped in surprise and almost dropped the book on his hand, he was going to scold whoever making him jump in fright until he turns around to see you with a cheeky smile adorning your face. He was mesmerized by the color of your eyes and the way you look at him and it causes him to forget what he was going to say,

"Did I surprise you?" You tease him cheekily.

"N-no. I mean yes, you surprise me a little bit. Please do not sneak up at me like that when I am reading," he chided you, letting out a sigh even though he does not have a mouth.

"Why, it's fun to see you getting all flustered. Especially when you blush, it's so cute, Slenderman~" Your hand gently traces his shoulder, making Slenderman almost chocked on his tea.

"D-dear. Please don't do this. I am trying to focus on my book," Slenderman tried to stop you.

"Hmm...what about no~" you told him with a little snicker.

Slenderman face got redder with each second, not expecting his S/O are going to pull this kind of stun where he's really busy reading his books. The tall faceless killer began formulating a plan to put an act of revenge on you once you are done with the mission and at night after meeting with the rest of the other proxies.

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After a killing spree with the other proxies and destroying the basecamp of the police with Clockwork's and Ticci Toby's help, every inch of your muscles was sore and it feels every inch of your body stiff from all of the running, and killing. Opening the door of your shared room with Slenderman, the smell of Lavender hits your nose.

It was strange because usually there was no odor in the shared rooms, even the smell of blood not in the room too even though Slenderman is a killer and just like the rest but you did not put it in mind, ignoring the strange event before getting inside fully and closing the door and jumping into the bed to ease all of the tense muscles.

Something warm was placed on the back and it was slithering softly and your face heated up, knowing those tendrils are from Slenderman. Glancing up to see the perpetrator, Slenderman is sitting next to you as his tendrils gently wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

"S-slenderman?" You stuttered.

"Hmm? What is it, my dear?" He asks in a gentle tone, playing the 'innocent card'.

"I-i'm tired, can we do this later?" You try to shove him away.

"What are you talking about, my dear? I'm just giving you a massage since you're tired," he still plays the innocent card, you definitely regret the afternoon incident, trying to rile Slenderman's up is not a good idea.

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Splendorman

Splendorman has a smiley face and is not faceless like his oldest brother Slenderman. This is why it's easier to fluster him or making him blush in embarrassment if you want to flirt with him.

He is more emotional than his brother and yes. His smiley face can even turn into a frown or angry fave when someone makes him upset or being rude to him. This is the reason why I say he is easy to get shy.

If you are flirting with him, just with one simple liner or simple pickup line and you can see him sweating, red face, stuttering that it's inappropriately flirting with him.

He is more embarrassed instead by excitement like Slenderman does because he gives me the vibes that he prefers romance where you have to build trust and friendship first instead of short flings.

It's also easier for him to get along with children instead of adults. Thus, Splendormen are very close with Sally William, Lazari, and other younger proxies.

I feel also that, unlike his brother, I can see that he doesn't like it if you are getting too touchy as he feels uncomfortable unless you are a kid or your touches don't mean anything sexual about it (like hand-holding).

Splendorman would also scold you if you try to flirt with him and I can see his smiley face would be gone in one second if you were out of your lines as his face morphed into anger and angry Splendorman are SCARY.

Also, I feel like he prefers talking a deeper convo so if you want to flirt with him, be subtle about it and I am talking about making him feel comfortable first instead of just mindless flirt.

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Inside the hallway of the abandoned mansion in the forest, there are sounds of two people laughing together, a little girl and the tall creature with a smiley face on him. The two had a blast together as the giant creature are holding out a tiny teapot before he was pouting out an 'invisible' tea to the girl's cup.

The girl who was playing with the giant had long curly caramel brown hair, emerald green eyes like a gemstone, and a warm ivory skin tone along with dried blood on her face and her pink dress. The little girl was happily playing with Splendorman as Splendorman was serving the little girl.

"Would you like a cup of tea, ms. Sally?" Splendorman asks the little girl in a much silly tone.

"Hehe, yes. I would love it," the little girl giggles before shoving the cup to him and letting him pour it.

The two of them did not realize the sound of the door moving away, showing a person with (H/C) hair colour, (E/C) Eye colour, and (S/C) skin colour. Their/her/his eyes caught the adorable scenes between the two of them, especially Splendorman who are bonding together with Sally. The poor girl only had Charlie as her friend as the other killers are too old for her to play together and Splendorman is willing to play with her.

You could not help but continue watching the cute interaction between the two of them, not having the heart to stop their playing time even though it was almost midnight and Sally suppose to sleep right now or you going to earn a mouthful from Slenderman, Splendorman's oldest brother. For a moment, you just continue watching the two of them until they were done.

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It was midnight and Splendorman are ready to go back to his room where he can just lie down and sleep after taking a warm shower. Sitting on the bed, the smiley giant decides to take a quick resting time before going to the shower so he could ease the tense muscles in every inch of his body.

Splendorman almost jumped out of the bed as he turns around to see you with a smile. His frown immediately was gone and replaced with a huge grin on his face "Hey Baby!! I didn't see you there, sorry. I'm just too tired," he said.

"It's okay babe, you don't need to apologize but I'm here to talk about something," you told him.

He tried to hide his anxiety but failed miserably because of the crack and stutter of his voice, "w-what is it darling? D-did I do something wrong?" He was even getting more nervous than before.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. In fact, I'm quite happy."

"H-happy of what?"

"I saw you were playing with Sally and the two of you look like you two had a blast."

"A-ah, I see. I'm glad-' He was cut off by you.

" The two of you look so cute together when playing. Maybe we should have a child together," you wink at him.

"W-WHAT?" His face got more red after hearing those not-so-innocent words.

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Trenderman

I am not sure about Trenderman personality but I do believe that he can be very CRABBY, guarded, and easy to get irritated, especially if you destroy his designed creations.

Trenderman also often acts as if he was better and posh while judging his brother, proxies, and some humans if they are lacking 'Fashion sense of style' whereas he has a better sense of style.

However, he is not always acting like that once he is lowering his guard around those who he could trust like Slenderman by forcing him to wear a better and more sophisticated fashion.

Seeing this, I believe that you can flirt with Trenderman if you are interested to date him and he is more reactive than Slenderman and Splendormen.

He is excited but also embarrassed if you are flirting with him, especially if you are complementing his fashion sense and the way he creates his clothes. THE MAN IS FLYING.

Just like Splendorman when you are flirting with him. His face would turn red, his whole body is slightly shaking because of how nervous he is and he would stutter once he spoke.

Also if you touch him, his embarrassed shy state would get even worse because I can see him just standing there embarrassed like a statue that his brothers sometimes come to take him away.

Unlike Slenderman, he cannot go smooth it out or revenge is not in his dictionary, and as the result. He is much more fun to be teased, unlike Offenderman and Slenderman.

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Many mannequin standing and lined in the corner of the room along with many enormous fabric rolls in the middle of the mannequins and a large wooden table across from it. A tall faceless pale man standing in front of the mannequins, even though he has no eyes the killer still has the ability to see the view in front of him.

The tall faceless creature with eyeglasses pondering,' Is (Y/N) going to like the clothes that I designed for her/him/them? I made this with all of my sweat. tears and blood.' Trenderman takes a closer look, trying to see if there is any mistake in the pattern on the clothes or any dirty stain that he can take off.

On the two mannequins that were separated from the others, there is a cinnamon brown pullover made out of wool with a plain white t-shirt underneath it and the other one has a black shirt seersucker and maroon red vest for the outerwear. Those two he made it for his S/O which is you.

Trenderman did not realize someone was watching his every action when he was making those two as the person smiling in amusement, they/she/he was glad that Trenderman made those clothes for you even though ti was supposed to be a surprise but it was the best to leave him alone for now instead of going up to him when he is focused and because of that. You walk away from his working room and joining the other killers for the killing spree.

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Trenderman stands in front of the room with the folded clothes in his hands, it was the clothes that he made for his S/O before he twists the knob of the door with one of his tendrils and pushes the door away. If he has eyes, they would be widened as the glasses creature sees you standing there with a smile since he did not expect you to be waiting for him.

"(Y/N)? You're waiting for me?" He asks

"Of course, I need to talk to you for a few moments," your hands suddenly yanking his arms and almost making him drop the clothes.

Once Trenderman goes inside the bedroom, he places the clothes on the bed before flipping the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. "So Darling, I made these clothes for you since you have a bad sense of style, try these," the fashionista ordered.

"Oh, I know you made those for me. I saw you made it, you're the best clothesmaker in here~" you wrap your arms around his waist.

The sudden contact made the poor creature goes red immediately and he was frozen in place. You could not help but see the redness across his face and giggle at his reaction, it was too adorable and funny for you.

"The best fashion designer in the mansion. That's why I feel like everyone should try your best-made clothes~" you continue teasing the poor creature until he collapsed on the floor out of the cold after your ruthless and endless sweet for nothing, oh well. You shouldn't have tease Trenderman too much.

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dancingamongstdust · 3 years

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Creepypasta Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 3)

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Lost Silver

As stupid as it sounds, the game didn’t scare you.

It had started as a joke, something passed around your friend group after it had been discovered. The cartridge was just a janky version of a Pokémon game that was apparently spooky and so, everybody had taken turns messing around with it. They all said creepy things started happening but nothing too bad.

When it was your turn, you had been fully expecting something out of a horror movie. Instead, you had gotten a game that just had audio cut offs and weird notes warning you to stay out. It wasn’t all together scary.

You mentioned this to the next person you gave the game to in your friend group and they had laughed, saying it would probably ring true for them also.

But for some reason, your ally didn’t manifest.

Less than two days later, they practically threw the game at the rest of you and ran away sprouting things about curses. After that, the appeal of playing it kind of went away.

Nobody wanted to buy it and apparently throwing it out wasn’t a suggestion. So you ended up getting it.

Curiosity soon got the better of you and you booted up the game again, really sure that it would do something absolutely crazy but it never did. It ran like it always had with only that one file being completed.

So you deleted the file.

And nothing happened.

The next day, when you booted up the game, the file had simply returned as though you hadn’t deleted it in the first place. A similar thing occurred the next time. And the next.

Eventually you gave up and just started your own game. There, everything ran like it was meant to and you were beginning to think that your friends had all been imagining stuff. Maybe their paranoid got to them or something like that?

But eventually, the nightmares started. And they were bad.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened during them. They were a swirling mess of games and glitches, horrible things spelled out in letters and blood covering everything. You would always wake up right when they seemed to be coming to a pivotal point. You’d find yourself dragged into a graveyard and then you’d wake up screaming

It was awful. You hardly got any sleep during them and they seemed to haunt you every night, keeping you up until the early hours of the morning.

But the worst only came when you didn’t wake up.

When you were dragged to the grave and looked down to see the ellipsis where the name should be. A punch to the gut that reminded you of what the game file was called. A confirmation of what was causing this dream.

You stared at it for ages before your eyes drifted up and you met his gaze. He was covered in blood, it leaked from every orifice and limb. It stained his dirty clothing even worse.

While you were staring, the world seemed to distort even though he didn’t. The game world melted away and your bedroom slowly reappeared.

It wasn’t until you saw car headlights move past your window – casting awful shadows across the room – that you realised you were no longer dreaming. He wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

The temperature in the room plummeted and you began to slowly reach for a weapon of some kind. He turned to look at what you were watching. His head tilted to the side and a glitch raced across his body before he vanished into thin air. Flicking on the lights didn’t show him hiding or cowering.

Perhaps your friends weren’t crazy after all.

Masky

“You know, if we had been a little more patient, none of this would have happened,” your sibling lectured. “We could be relaxing inside the car without having to worry about a bloody flash flood coming down from the sky.”

You shoved their back, forcing them to stumble a little as they went through the door. “Chances are the river’s going to burst its banks anyway. We would have been stuck in traffic for hours because the bridge is blocked off.”

“At least we would have been dry,” they muttered, running their fingers through their hair. “And not trapped inside an abandoned building.”

You rolled your eyes and made your way over the rubble to settle down on a camping chair. “Don’t even start. This place has been a hangout for my friends and I for ages. There’s never been a single problem bigger than a few spiders.”

“Till a landlord shows up,” they scoffed.

“Then we’ll move to the forest,” you joked. “I’m sure there’s a good bear cave we can use.”

“I’m going to be an only child,” they said, rolling their eyes. Still, they made their way over and sat. “How long do you think we have until the storm dies down?”

You relaxed back into the chair and smiled up at the asbestos-filled ceiling. “From the sound of it, a while.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time you had taken a nap in the building. You were scared of giant cockroaches coming to eat you once. You had gotten used to it since then but this time when you woke up, you were uneasy.

Glancing around, nothing was out of the ordinary. Your sibling was snoring in the chair next to you and outside the rain was pounding the roof.

You sat upright. Sometimes was definitely wrong.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you got up from the chair and began walking as quietly as you could through the house. It had always been tiny and practically void of furniture, but the few rooms provided ample hiding spots.

Nothing but rubble was in most of the rooms but, in what you presumed had once been a bathroom, you found a person.

He had his back to you but when you pushed the door open to peer in, he spun around, his hand flying to his side. He was wearing a white mask, dark features etched onto it, and an orange jacket. A dark stain ran up the right side of it, emanating from under his hand. The oddness of his clothing made you immediately back away from the door, finger twitching on your cell phone in case you needed to call for help.

The two of you stared at each other in silence.

You were lost about what to say or do. The stain on his jacket was spreading and the more you stared at it, the more you became convinced it was blood. “Are you okay?” you finally managed to ask.

It took him a while to respond but then he nodded. The mask was unnerving you. You didn’t like not being able to see a person’s facial expressions.

“I don’t mean to pry or anything, but it really looks like you’re bleeding,” you said. “And quite badly. I can call for an ambulance or something although…” you turned your attention to the window behind his head. “I’m not sure they’ll be able to get anywhere with this weather.”

He stepped backward. “I’m fine,” he said, so soft you barely caught it. “I thought this place was abandoned.”

“It normally is,” you answered. “But we had to avoid the storm. I’m guessing that’s why you’re here also?”

“Yes,” he responded.

You waited or him to say something more, but all you got was silence. He had moved further away and now he had his back against the window. Part of you wanted to turn around and go back to your sibling but you were unsure about turning your back on the strange man.

The mask made you scared he could stab you or something.

Somebody calling your name made you turn your head on instinct. Your sibling must have woken up and realised you were missing.

Quickly, you turned back to the man, but he had disappeared. Rain spat through the now open window.

Nurse Ann

Everybody always warned you about exploring old buildings. They would yell about how many things could injure or kill you. Stray animals, drug addicts, old equipment, and all that. You had heard just about every warning imaginable. Ghosts were pretty commonly mentioned also.

But killer nurse was a new one.

“Come on, just give me a little more information,” you nagged. “I’m going there whether you’re with me or not so you may as well just tell me what you’ve heard.”

Your friend (and partner in crime for most ventures) groaned. “It’s not much. They just say that she guards the place and if you get too close, she’ll run you off with a chainsaw. Some people have died from injuries they got while there. Let’s just give this one a miss, alright?”

But you were not in agreement at all.

“Maybe she’s cute though,” you teased.

They didn’t find that funny and you didn’t push them to come with you. So later that evening, you snuck in by yourself.

The hospital was old with crumbling walls and smashed windows. It was hidden from the public by means of a tall barbed-wire fence and a substantial distance of open garden. Nothing too extreme for you and definitely worth the potential items you’d find inside. When hospitals went under, they often left tons of awesome stuff just scattered around.

You’d never sold anything you found in your abandoned building dives. They were more collectables than anything else but they meant quite a bit to you.

There weren’t any signs of crazy nurses as you approached the place. Nobody came running at you with a chainsaw at least. You didn’t even find evidence of squatters who could sometimes pose some danger.

After deciding it was safe enough, you lifted yourself through one of the windows and began to explore.

Honestly, it was creepy. Everything was way too old to be worth collecting and there were too many unidentifiable stains for your liking. The water damage was bad. It looked like the ceiling was there for aesthetics only and several rooms creaked too much for you to comfortably cross them.

And that was even without the awkward feeling of being watched.

You told yourself that it was just superstition but you couldn’t shake it. Every few seconds saw you looking over your shoulder in anticipation. It distracted you from keeping your eye on the path in front of you and the loud crack reached your ears too late.

The floor gave out and you fell through. Your shoulder hit some kind of metal object as you landed in the room below. Painful shocks ripped through your body and your head knocked against the floor with a heavy thud.

Stars danced in front of your vision and you raised your hand to the top of your head. Blood coated your hand when you lowered it to look.

Shit.

Shakily, you tried to pull yourself up but quickly found that your arm was too sore. Instead, you pulled your phone from your pocket and sent off the emergency text to your friend.

The world faded to black not long after that.

When you woke up next, you were in your room with a bandage wrapped around your head. You had felt like absolute crap but still gotten up to thank them for the save. They had nodded and warned you to be more careful, happy that you had been outside the hospital so they didn’t have to look for too long.

Before you could even think about how you had crawled there, they asked how you had managed to do your own stitches so nicely.

Puppeteer

Your camera was on 10% battery.

Grumbling, you shoved it into your bag and cursed your past self for forgetting to put it on charge. In order to get the best sunrise photos, you had found yourself waking up earlier and earlier. It was tiring but it was worth it… most of the time.

You just hoped that at least one of your pictures was usable but you could only check on them once you got home.

The streetlight above your head flickered as you walked past. It wasn’t unusual but when you were the only person awake for miles around, it was awfully creepy.

Putting your hands into your jacket pockets, you continued strolling back home. The neighborhood had never been dangerous and despite living in the area for your entire life, no incidents made you want to stop walking around at night.

Deciding that you wanted to take a precautionary shot, you headed for your neighbour’s house first. They had an arch covered in jasmine flowers that made for some perfectly safe photos and they never minded your presence.

After making your way there and getting a few photos, you were treated to the fright of your life when their began howling and barking. It wasn’t aimed at you but you didn’t like the noise regardless.

As you rounded the corner of the house, planning on racing back to your own home, you encountered the dog’s target.

A man – cloaked in the darkness and barely illuminated by the streetlight – opening one of the windows with ease. Irritated by the dog, he didn’t notice you until your finger twitched around the shutter of your camera. There was a flash.

His head snapped up and you screamed.

The man’s complexation was literally grey. He wasn’t just ill, he was the colour of storm clouds. Golden eyes with no pupils glared at you and froze you in place. Whatever he was, this man was the furthest thing from human.

Your scream woke your neighbors. The sound of movement began coming from inside the house.

He abandoned the window, stalking towards you. The air tingled like it was expecting a lightning storm. Golden tendrils grew from his fingertips and shot towards you. They had you pinned in an instant.

You struggled against them and opened your mouth to scream again but they wrapped around your head, forcing your jaw shut.

This was how you died… tears spilled down your cheeks at the realization. You were going to be an unsolved murder. All you hoped was you got a good picture of him.

Your neighbor’s front door opened and great dane let out an ear-splitting bark as he raced toward you.

The man, or creature, or monster, or whatever he was, released you to face the dog. He let it approach before vanishing into a cloud of smoke as its jaws reached him.

“What was that?” the timid voice brought you back into reality.

“It was trying to get into your house,” you said. “I screamed when I saw it and then it grabbed me.” Your voice changed to a whimper as reality hit you. You nearly died.

The small child of the house came over to hug your leg. “I’m sure Puppet didn’t mean to scare you,” she said. “He always comes to visit but he doesn’t like it when people make noise. You shouldn’t scream when you see him again.”

You made eye-contact with the parents and they wore expressions of horror at their daughter’s words.

“Puppet?” you asked in a small voice.

She nodded rapidly. “He says he stops by because he likes watching people. I think that he’s watching us all right now! But he can hide in the shadows too well.”

“I’m going to go and call the police,” somebody said.

You weren’t all too focused. The feeling of being watched grew heavier and you clutched tightly at the camera in your hands.

Slenderman

You couldn’t tell if they were being serious. You hoped that they were joking. They weren’t genuinely going to…

“No,” you stated.

The two younger children both turned to look at you simultaneously. Guilt flashed across their faces as though they weren’t aware you were listening. It was as though you were asked to babysit them because you didn’t pay attention. These two should have realised that by now.

“Do you think all the stories are true?” the boy asked. “I think that they are. One of my friends said she saw a huge dog in the forest and then it ran away after eating a whole cow!”

“No way!” his twin sister shouted. “Dogs don’t eat cows, so it can’t be true!”

You put on your best intimidating expression and crossed your arms. “I don’t care if they’re true or not. There is absolutely no chance that either of you are going to go running off into the woods with bears, wolves and all kinds of other creatures.”

The two children glanced at each other and bolted for the tree line before you could grab their shirts.

Thankfully your legs were longer even if they had a head start and you managed to catch up pretty quickly. Once you caught the boy and picked him up with ease, the girl dashed behind a tree.

“Can we please just leave?” you asked nicely. “If we forget about the forest adventure thing, I promise I won’t tell your parents and I’ll get you ice cream.”

The boy was trying his hardest to get out of your hold. You were starting to think babysitting didn’t pay enough.

“I don’t want ice cream,” the girl said. “I want to go and find a unicorn.”

She darted off into the forest and you let out a deep groan. Shifting the boy’s weight over your one hip, you started walking after her. If you wanted to give chase via running, you would have to put the kid down and trust him to follow or stay.

It was obvious that wasn’t happening.

It didn’t take you too long to find the girl. Mostly because she had stopped in the middle of a weird grove in the trees. She was just staring off into the dark shadows beyond it.

As you approached her, static popped in your ears. You shook your head in an effort to displace it but the closer you got, the louder it became.

The child in your arms whimpered, clutching his head.

You softly called her name and then it appeared. It was a man-like monster, standing just in the shadows of the trees. Easily over 7ft tall and insanely thin with no facial features. Your heart jumped into your throat and your stomach tied itself into a knot.

Without taking your eyes off it, you reached out a hand and fumbled around until you grabbed the girl’s shirt.

The static was getting louder and louder. You tried to shut it out as you started moving backwards, tugging the child along after you. She wasn’t willing to move her legs. She was entranced but whether by fear or magic, you couldn’t tell.

And then it was much closer.

You stumbled in fright, letting go of the girl’s shirt and landing on your ass. The boy fell on top of you but scrambled away and hide in the bushes within the blink of an eye. You sent a silent prayer to him to run back home to the other adults.

Once again, the creature was stationary but now the static was growing to such a volume that you could imagine your ears were starting to bleed.

You reached out for the girl again slowly, but something wrapped around your leg and yanked you into the air.

It took almost a full second for you to realise that the screaming ringing in your ears was you. Whatever was holding you tightened and whipped your body through the air. It was like your leg was being ripped away.

Then you were falling.

It was some feat of luck that you managed to twist your body, so you didn’t land on your head. You lay there for a while before something poking your back made you unbury your face.

The twins were staring at you with wide eyes and the monster was nowhere in sight.

“What was –“ you couldn’t finish.

“Slenderman,” they said in perfect sync.

Splendorman

Another stop…

You couldn’t help yourself. Every time you walked past one of the posters fluttering lightly in the wind you had to stop and stare at it.

A few days ago, your dog, your beautiful and sweet puppy, had disappeared from your house without a trace. The missing posters were depressing reminders that he wasn’t home. It hadn’t taken long for your mind to spiral into the negative thoughts about how close the road was.

Damn your coworkers. One of the had suggested the road in the first place and while they hadn’t intended anything malicious, it was definitely not helping your fears.

The dog had been with you through thick and through thin… if it was dead, you may as well have lost a close family member.

Hanging your head, you dragged your eyes away from the poster and kept walking.

People bumped into you, but it was your fault. You refused to look up in case another poster distracted you. Getting home before the sun set was your only focus now.

You had tried going out and searching in all the places where your dog once spent time to no avail. Always willing to try again, you chose to drop off your bags and head out later that evening when you ran out of distractions.

As you walked through the gates in front of your house, a gust of air gently messed up your hair. A gust of wind suspiciously similar to a laugh.

Your logical mind told you it came from the street, but something made you stop in your tracks.

The walls around your property towered. There’s no possibility that somebody could be in your garden. To try and scale one of the walls, they would have been in full view of your neighbours who would have undoubtedly called the cops.

“You’re sad,” the wind whispered before you could brush off your suspicion.

Spinning wildly, you searched around for the source. You backed up until your entrance gate was behind you. You could run down to the main street with ease if you could just get your fumbling fingers to unlock things.

“Don’t run,” the wind said, this time blowing from a separate direction. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know why you’re upset.”

Is this what going insane was? Nobody around and the wind was talking to you. You had always feared losing your mind and now it was happening.

“I’m real,” the wind said. “I’m hiding because I’ll scare you if you see me.”

“I’m going mad,” you muttered, shaking your head. “If this is somebody pulling a prank on me I swear….”

The wind quietened for a bit and then it picked up again, ruffling your hair as it spoke. “If I show myself, it’ll prove that you’re not going crazy, but I don’t want to make it worse by frightening you… you’re so sad already.”

“I lost my best friend and people have been telling me he’s most likely dead,” you hissed. “Obviously I’m not in the best mood. Now I’m losing my fucking mind and talking to air.”

The atmosphere around you dropped, like it does moments before lightning strikes. You glanced at the sky in confusion. As expected, no clouds in sight.

You lowered your gaze and a 7ft tall creature covered in bright polka dots stood in front of your house.

Once you screamed, it disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” the wind said. “I knew I would scare you, but I had hoped it would show you that I’m not imaginary. I’m just trying to help.”

The gate finally opened behind you and you stumbled backwards through it, your heart sitting in your throat. A monster was in your house and it was probably going to kill you. Spinning on your heel, you took off full speed back towards the main street.

You were fully expecting it to give chase now that you hadn’t fallen for its claims of harmlessness but it didn’t.

Instead you reached the main road and only got a few strange looks because of how much you were shaking. Nothing followed you.

The wind picked up once more. “I’ll try and help,” it promised.

People walking around you should have heard it as well but none of them so much as blinked.

Ticci Toby

While you had been told that a noise limit for the forest existed, your laughter refused to cooperate. It rang through the trees and probably chased off all the animals nearby. A picnic out in a national forest was a fantastic way to reconcile with nature and to scare it all away.

With eleven people in your picnic party, chances of any creatures coming into view were already slim though so you didn’t worry too much.

“We didn’t bring nearly enough fruit,” you muttered as you dug in the basket.

“Excuse you, I brought a whole watermelon but you ate it,” somebody answered your grumble. “If you want fruit, it is spring. Go and forage for some berries.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right. I’m going to go out by myself in the middle of the one season where bears are irritable as fuck. I know I sometimes act a little impulsively, but I don’t exactly have a wish to die at the claws of a grumpy teddy.”

Your friend leaned towards you. “Is that so? What if we split into teams and made a bet? Loser has to take a dip in the river.”

“A bet?” you asked. “I’m interested.”

She grinned and snapped her fingers. “Okay, there are eleven people so I’m feeling groups of two with one impartial party as a judge. We should be fine if we make enough noise and stick within close vicinity to each other. See how many berries we can gather?”

Tipping out the picnic basket’s contents, you smirked and pushed it into her chest. “Oh, I hope you brought a swimming costume.”

Everybody teamed up with ease and grabbed one of the many containers lying on the blanket. You headed out with your partner and gave a wink to the other teams. All you needed was to find one good bush first and you had it won.

“We should split up,” your partner said. “Cover more ground.”

You nodded. “We meet up back here once we’ve found a good bush,” you agreed. “And we shout if we find any animals.”

Obviously, your plans hadn’t involved losing your footing almost directly after the two of you split.

Tumbling down the small hill, you tried your hardest to protect yourself from the bushes as you went through them. At some point, you lost your basket and by the time you had finally rolled to a stop, you had no idea where it was.

Grumbling, you stood up and started searching until something dark caught your eye. Thinking it was your basket, you made your way over.

The clearing you walked into housed a scene you could never have imagined.

A dead bear lay slumped against a tree, its fur being what had caught your eye earlier. A hatchet buried in its neck was spilling blood onto the floor around it. All that hardly compared to the man leaning against a tree.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

His head immediately snapped up, allowing you to see that he was wearing a mouth guard and a pair of goggles. Blood seeped from between his fingers where they clutched against his chest, but he hardly noticed. A hatchet was hanging from his belt.

Suddenly, you were wishing you had kept your mouth shut.

He stared at you blankly for a while, an occasional twitch minorly affecting his body. Reaching up, he took off his mouthguard. “I can’t feel any pain,” he said. “So, I’m fine. Why are y-you out here? The hiking trail is far.” He struggled with one of the words, seeming to hiccup a little on it.

“I was searching for berries and I slipped down a hill,” you answered. “Are you sure you’re okay? It looks like you got into a fight with a bear. Your shirt is all bloody.”

“I did fight a bear,” he laughed, gesturing to it. “I won.”

Your eyes grew wider. “I think you should get to a hospital. What’s your name? I can call somebody for you and we’ll get you medical attention.”

“Toby,” he said. “That’s my name. What’s yours?”

You gave him your full name and pulled out your phone. “My friends are close by,” you said. “Don’t worry, they’ll be here to help soon.”

When you raised your attention from your phone, he had disappeared and so had the hatchet from the bear’s neck.

Trenderman

Work was hard. It made your feet ache, it made your back click and crack, and it felt like the problems would never end.

Would you give up working in the fashion industry? Not a chance.

Your boss walked past where you were calming down an irate customer over the phone and dropped the keys to the front of the building in front of you. “Close up for me,” she mouthed as she left.

Nodding, you moved them to the side of the desk where they couldn’t be lost.

Once you had finished calming the customer, you glanced around to check how many people were left in the room. Three still working and one in the process of leaving. You were technically going into overtime at this point, but you didn’t mind.

There was a reason you were promoted so quickly.

“We need to set up cameras!” one of the floor managers snapped, storming into the office. She marched straight over to your desk and glowered at you. “I put this request in a week ago.”

Scrolling through the documents, you quickly opened the file. “I see but it looks like it’s been bumped due to a shipment malfunction, I’ll flag it. What’s the problem?”

“Customers or members of staff are moving items around and throwing things out without warning. We need to catch the culprits!” she snapped.

“What has been thrown out?” you asked. “I’ll add it into the information.”

The woman started listing quicker than you could type. “I’ve found crocs, toeless thigh-high boots, bellbottomed jeans, coloured faux fur jackets, luminous lipstick, w-necks, and jeggings all in vast numbers in the trash can. Every time I put them out on shelves, they disappear again.”

It took everything in you not to snort. “I’ll mark this vital.”

She stalked off and you went back to inputting the shipping requirements. You were meant to be organising what was coming in for the latest line and subtly omitting anything that wouldn’t sell well enough.

Slowly but surely, your co-workers trickled out of the office after finishing off their daily tasks. You kept going, trying to make sure you could have a longer break the next day.

Finally, when the sun had already set, you relented and started getting ready to go home.

You sung as you finished packing up for the day. Being the last one in the building (thus having to lock up) made you a little more confident as you danced around getting everything together. You slung your bag over your shoulder and happily trotted over to the door.

It made you so happy that your boss entrusted you to be the last one around. She was so hyper-protective of company secrets that you were proud of yourself for winning her over.

Your talent with people was something you attributed to dealing with painful customers.

As you passed through the store-part of the business you stopped to rearrange a mannequin. Every morning when you came in, you always noticed something had been changed with this specific one. You figured you could move something small and see if it would be a good place to set up a hidden camera.

Though you weren’t expecting it to suddenly grab your arm.

“You may be one of the few workers here with good taste, but I advise you don’t try and change my outfit,” it said. It didn’t have a mouth, but the words rang in your head, nevertheless.

You screamed and pulled away, tearing your arm from its grip. Shelves were knocked over and clothing was sent flying as you tried to escape.

The mannequin just watched you as you fumbled madly for the door.

The glass rattled in the frame from how hard you slammed it shut behind you. You sped off down the street, moving faster than you ever had before. You collapsed on your lawn by the time you reached the house, taking deep breaths.

Nothing had followed you. Everything was okay.

With shaking fingers, you dialed your boss’ number and told her you would be taking a sick day. There wasn’t a chance in hell you were going anywhere near there again.

Not to mention the mess you made… you were definitely getting fired.

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