You panted as you leaned against a tree. You were running away after finding out your dad was going to sell you to a military lab. Now, you might be thinking, 'why would he do that'? Well, you had 'supernatural' powers. You could make force shields, make things levitate, and teleport. So, you packed all the belongings you could fit in your bag and ran away. Your face was scratched and clawed from tree branches, your legs had rashes from poison ivy and cuts from brushes and shrubs.

You started to walk along the ever fresh green forest path as your stomach growled deeply. You stopped walking when you heard something snap. You glanced around as your eyes started to glow a gold color. You took one step forward before dodging a teen boy's knife. You did a back flip over two more masked strangers. You notived one of the masked strangers had a gun. "Uh oh." Your left eye sparked silver as you made a force shield to block a few bullets. This wasn't your first time in combat. You lowered your shield and made two boulders lift into the air.

You made them speed towards the three before they dodged those also. "Please... l..leave me alone." You begged as sweat trailed down your forehead and skin. Your eyes returned to their natural state as your chest rose and lowered with every breath you took. You didn't see a black tentacle wrap around your ankle until you were lifted into the air. You saw a tall, blank faced, and well dressed man. He noticed your poor state before placing you down again. "How long have you been in the woods?" You blinked before thinking, you counted the time with the sun and moon.

"Two and a half full moons." You answered, the three who attacked you looked confused before you face palmed yourself. "Two months and a half." You growled before your stomach growled again. The blank faced man looked at the three before leading you all to a large mansion. You stopped for a minute as you gripped your bag strap. Thoughts raced into your head as you showed the signs of a panic attack. "Are you alright, child?" You snapped out of the panic attack before looking up at the blank faced man. "Y..yeah... I.. I'm ok." You lied, you didn't know the man was reading your thoughts.

- a few months later -

You had lived with the Creepypastas for about five full moons. You did find out the three who tried to kill you were Jeff the Killer, Masky, and Hoodie. Today you were making the dolls you found in the attic dance and look like they were singing. Slender entered your room as you sighed softly. "(Y/n), child," you looked at Slender as he entered your room and closed your door, "I'd like to talk to you." You nodded and made your dolls skip into the toy box.

"When my proxies first found you, why were you in the woods for over two whole months?" Slender asked, your eye shined bronze for a second before you sighed. "My dad was going to sell me to a military lab. I didn't want to... become a weapon." You explained, Slender gave you a concerned expression before you smiled softly. "But, being here with you and the other Creepypastas, I feel like I belong. I don't fear any of you."

Your smile grew as you thought about it more. "Slendy... you're like the Dad I never had." You looked at Slenderman with happy tears streaming down your face. "Thank you." You hugged Slender as he took in what you said. He smiled, not that anybody could tell, before hugging you and softly petting your hair. "I'm glad (y/n). I'm very glad to hear that." Slender whispered as he lifted your head and pressed his forehead against yours. You smiled as Slender wiped your tears away gently.

(666 words now... DEATH NUMBER)