It was 7 am when (Y/n) was finally able to go to sleep. It had annoyed the creature, considering he'd only be with her for a few hours before she'd wake once more. Not to mention the crying of Molly in the other room had kept (Y/n) up later than Slender had expected. He wondered how such a toxic person could still get care from the sweetest people.

That didn't matter now though, for she was finally asleep, cradling her pillow once more. Oh how he craved to be the one lying between her arms while she dreamed. Slender had found that her scent was stronger in her sleep, though it could always just be the fact she was now in a clean room.

Either way, Slender took his rightful place beside her, rubbing circles into her shoulder as he stared down at her sleeping form. However, this time (Y/n) was wearing a night gown and shorts, confirming with the slender that she did in fact sense him. Though, it could've also been from the fact she saw Tiffany's dead body floating in the lake and knew someone was out there.

It wasn't the first time teens had gone skinny dipping in that lake, however, it was the first time he felt amused by the fact. Maybe it was because they had forgotten towels which led to a lovely impalement, or (to Slender's slight discomfort of his own being) the small glimpse of the woman, that was now lying in front of him, nude. Though he felt a slight disgust for himself, as if he was doing the same thing as Offender, he knew that lust was (unfortunately for his pride) a natural feeling most creatures felt.

Fortunately for this woman, Slenderman could care less about doing what his brother does. That didn't, however, change that he wanted her; definitely didn't change that he will have her. He had even thought of sparing Mr. Eddie Edwards from his sentence for bringing him this treat. On the other hand, Richard White and David Antonia will have 10 more lives added onto their sacrificial objectives.

Back to (Y/n), Slender could care less about taking the woman's dignity; as long as she was with him he'd be content. Her scent, her warmth and her taste (that he may one day receive) was all he needed from her. Other than that, she may need to be broken in and collared before she could do things on her own. He wasn't worried about her escaping him, in fact, if she was willing to fulfill his craving on her own account, he'd allow her the ability to go wherever she desired (as long as she returned home).

It took a minute of internal debate before Slender decided to lay down with the woman. He held her securely with his arms around her, as well as his tendrils keeping her from getting away from him in case she woke up in a panic. A sudden wave of relaxation hit him as her scent filled his senses and her warmth brought him to peace with himself.

It was odd to receive this feeling via a person he'd never properly met, though it wasn't a feeling he'd be willing to release. Slender found himself playing with her hair and purring with satisfaction (he was ashamed to admit he had sounded almost like a cat). He felt wrong to be so excited over a human, but as Splendor's told him numerous times: it's better to be happy than disappointed.

Fortunately, this group hadn't been the slightest disappointing. The last group, however, was extremely disappointing. 5 left, and the rest either killed themselves or were a quick kill (or killed by one of the three original victims). Not to mention the constant disrespect from employees when he dropped by in his human form.

Thankfully though, instead of having to come in to check on their progress, he's had Hoodie coming in. If Slender had to explain to these idiots one more time that they cannot disrespect him, just because he's pretending to be one of them, he would go on a mass killing spree. That would ruin the fun in the end however and he'd have to find another set of young humans to sell other people away to him for their own safety.

It was a rare offer humans made, but when it did happen, Slender tended to enjoy it. Though, he did have mercy for some. Sometimes Slender just didn't care about killing, so he'd just scare them out of town.

Speaking of scaring, the Slenderman was slightly worried that the woman lying beside him would soon be frightened off and run away. He would have to speak with Richard about keeping the students here. Not to mention he still wanted to renegotiate with Eddie. The slender sighed; so much to do, so much to lose.

Slender stared out the window as light began to seep in past the blinds, interrupting his time with (Y/n) earlier than desired. He released another sigh and watched her closed lids tighten and a groan escaping her as she twisted her waist with a pure whimper. Slender ran a finger down her side as her body relaxed; though he'd prefer to wait, if anything were to happen, he'd be more than happy to take her back with him now.

Alas, he heard the woman's toxic friend awake and get out of bed. Unfortunately for Slender, that meant it was time to go. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck one last time and inhaled, practically overdosing on her scent before teleporting away. He still needed to wait; in the meantime, he'd make her a comfortable cell.

When morning came, (Y/n) was awoken by Molly and her alarm. Though, it definitely took a team effort, (Y/n) was soon up and sitting outside the bathroom, still yawning as Molly showered. Surprisingly, Molly did the same for (Y/n). Molly seemed very paranoid and rightfully so.

"Should we go down for breakfast?" (Y/n) suggested, wanting to make Molly smile once more. She hated to say it, but she hated seeing Molly this way. Clearly, she'd never felt this way before, unlike (Y/n) has numerous times. Whether or not (Y/n) truly liked Molly or not, she was still doing what she wished someone did for her: hold her hand and tell her that everything will be alright.

"I'd like to stay up here! A-actually... I-I-I mean if they need or want us they know whe-where to find us." She stammered, gripping her stomach in discomfort. Recovering from seeing a dead body (especially one so mutilated) was definitely a trial, and an experience few get over.

(Y/n) just nodded. That's when she went and found the fridge full of food and the dishes had silverware. A bright smile found its way onto her lips as she got out what she needed. If Molly didn't feel safe leaving their apartment sized room, then the least she could do was make her breakfast.

Molly sat on the couch, gnawing at her acrylic nails and watching cartoons (ones she was afraid to admit she watched). It was only thirty minutes later when (Y/n) was soon by her side and giving her her plate. Molly stared down at the plate in shock before she abruptly bursted out crying.

The world slowed around (Y/n) as confusion filled her being. Questions sped through her brain, wondering if she did something wrong or if this was just a spoiled behavior she'd never seen. Awkwardly, (Y/n) set their plates down on the coffee table and rubbed her back, shushing Molly and trying her best to comfort her, as well as trying to decipher what's wrong.

Unfortunately, (Y/n) wasn't getting anything from the sobbing girl, but before she could ask once more, there was a knock on their door. In response, she rose to her feet and went to their door. When it opened, she saw a lovely old lady standing there with a fake smile that was laced with worry.

"Can I—"

"I'm sorry to inform you that everything has been canceled today," the old lady croaked, if (Y/n) didn't know about the dead girl she saw fall into and float in the lake, she would've assumed it stopped there. "There has been a murder at the resort and no one is allowed to leave until police come for questioning. Unfortunately, there was a big storm last night and it blocked the roads, so it might be a few days. Just remember if you need anything to come down and ask. Have a lovely day."

The old lady was halfway down the hall the next time (Y/n) blinked. When she closed the door, questions filled her head. The main one being: "when was there a storm?" There hadn't been any signs of a storm or even one on the news. It was strange to say the least, but they wouldn't have any reason to lie about it. (Y/n) just shook her head and returned to Molly who had somewhat calmed down.

"I-I'm so sorry..." she sobbed, a little more quietly this time around. (Y/n) stared at her with confusion. "D-don't look at me like that! I'm sorry for being mean! I'm sorry for being a horrible friend! I'm such a jerk yet here you are being nice to me!"

(Y/n) blinked, but she just sat on the couch with Molly, rubbing her back and encouraging her to eat. She didn't know what to say, not sure if this was Molly's fear filled mind trying to manipulate (Y/n) into protecting her or just pure fear and regret.

When things calmed down, they had short conversations and did their own things. Molly (shockingly) cleaned the kitchen as a thank you for making breakfast and (Y/n) explored deeper into the apartment. She searched every drawer, every closet, every crevice, just everywhere and anywhere she could look.

It was probably 10 minutes later when she found a note awkwardly place in the crack of a safe. (Y/n) had to grab a knife and shimmy it out. She wasn't able to read it, due to Molly calling her, in fear that she had disappeared too. (Y/n) shoved the note in her pocket and returned to Molly.

"I-I want to lay down... b-but I don't wa-wan-want to be alone..." Molly admitted, her puffy red eyes staring into (Y/n)'s, begging. She nodded, wanting to lay down and relax as well. Molly went back to (Y/n)'s room with her and together they laid on the queen sized bed. There was plenty of space and Molly kept her attention on her phone.

(Y/n) removed the note from her pocket and opened her journal, holding the note with her thumb and keeping the note out of sight of Molly. She made sure that it just looked like she was reading her journal, not wanting this note to scare her— that is, if it even meant anything important to them.

"I'ᗰ ᔕOᖇᖇY ᖴOᖇ ᗯᖇITIᑎG TᕼIᔕ ᑎOTE Iᑎ ᔕᑌᑕᕼ ᗩ ᕼᑌᖇᖇY. ᗷᑌT ᔕTᖇᗩᑎGE TᕼIᑎGᔕ ᗩᖇE ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎIᑎG ᕼEᖇE ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕOᗰEOᑎE Iᔕ EᑎTEᖇIᑎG ᗰY ᖇOOᗰ ᗩT ᑎIGᕼT. ᗰY ᗷEᔕT ᖴᖇIEᑎᗪ ᗪIᔕᗩᑭᑭEᗩᖇEᗪ YEᔕTEᖇᗪᗩY ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕO ᗪIᗪ ᐯᗩᑎEᔕᔕᗩ. I ᕼOᑭE ᗯᕼᗩTEᐯEᖇ IT Iᔕ Iᔕ ᗩᑎ ᗩᑕᑕIᗪEᑎT ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎOT ᔕOᗰE ᗪᗩᖇK ᗯEᗷ ᔕᕼIT. ~ ᔕTEᐯEᑎ"

(Y/n) stared at the note wide eyed, closing her notebook loudly and setting it down. She looked at Molly, who had flinched at the abrupt loud noise and stared at (Y/n) in surprise and confusion.

"S-sorry. I'm just tired and wanted to put my book down." (Y/n) explained, to which Molly nodded. She closed her eyes and just thought. Questions were drowning her, as well as fear. This had happened before and she needed to know why— how. She needed to know what was out there, or who was doing this.

Though, she also hoped she could run, leave to somewhere safe. That is if this was true. For all she knew, it was a one time thing and the note was a prank. And deep inside, she hoped it was.

Richard stood over the body of the impaled woman, a camera in his hands as he viewed the recording of the naked young adults. It was confirmed that this woman was a part of the group when he saw her enter the frame at the bottom left corner. Mr. Edwards stood beside him, tears in his eyes as he stared down at the dead body of one of the students he liked. Well, he liked her girlfriend more than her, but she was still good company.

Richard wasn't bothered by the girl's death, he stopped being bothered by these things after their first few sacrifices to the Slenderman. All Richard cared about now was keeping clear footage. There were certain times the footage went blurry, upsetting the older man as it kept messing up the image of the naked adults.

The man wasn't afraid to admit that he got off to this. Young adults naked, swimming about, then later racing out with fear in their eyes. Course, he'd sometimes share these videos with David, but besides that, he usually got to keep them to himself. Master suite with a dark bedroom, playing all the videos he's collected of the plethora of students who've visited. Be it from their bedrooms, the lake, or their bathrooms he had all the entertainment he needed from this.

"I can't believe this." Eddie growled at the man, slapping the camera out of his hand. Richard watched as the camera fell, the soft ground breaking it's fall. Richard then looked at Eddie with a glare that reeked of rage.

"What the fuck man?!" Richard shouted at Eddie, picking back up the camera to which the teacher snatched it back away from him.

"You're kidding me?! She's dead and all your looking at are the naked students!? Are you kidding me?! You're sick!" The man roared at the resort owner who rolled his eyes and snatched back the camera.

"Calm down, she's not even naked in it. Besides, I barely got a glimpse of anything. That fucking creature thing was in the area when they were stripping and the camera footage keeps blurring." Richard said, pulling back up the video, handing it to Eddie. "Take a look for yourself."

He was about to reject when he saw the students there. There were the ones he expected and the two he didn't... Erin and (Y/n)? They're not the type to skinny dip. Watching the footage, he was proven right... at least for (Y/n). Erin happened to be showing off to her boyfriend. Both women's bodies quite clear in the footage before abruptly blurring and going into static before reappearing with (Y/n) in the water and William handing out small bottles.

"This is sick. I'm going back to the resort. I'm not even sure I could eat after seeing this shit." Eddie said to the older man before storming away.

Richard had always known Eddie was always one of the soft ones. Course, he wasn't as soft as Trever. Trever killed himself after their first sacrifice to the creature. He was always the weakest of the group, never pulling the trigger on Mr. Ellington, an older man they used to staples at with stapler guns.

Though what Richard didn't know was that Eddie wasn't going inside— he was going off to search for the creature. He was either going to beg for the students to be let go, or beg him to at least trade one life for his. Unfortunately, that second option might be difficult considering there was a nice handful of students he cared deeply about on this trip.

It was about 40 minutes later when Eddie found himself in the center of the woods, looking around for the creature still. He muttered curses as he wondered what he'd even say or how to convince Slender to do as he begged. This might be more challenging than Eddie had originally imagined.

"Hello, human. What brings you here?" Slenderman's voice abruptly speaks, his voice traveling and fading with the wind. It was almost like the world whispered to Eddie. The man shook his head and soon locked his eyes on the creature who stood tall before him.

"I wanted to renegotiate our deal." Mr. Edwards announced to the creature, who in the blink of an eye was now closer and leaning down to speak to Eddie.

"Oh? How curious... I was planning on discussing the same." The being said, tilting his head, waiting for the man to start his renegotiation. However, Eddie was caught off guard.

"R-really...?"

"Yes. This time around you truly brought me a treat, per say, and due to that, I was planning on letting you go and allowing two students to leave with you. Though, it also depends on who you say."

Eddie paused as he listened to the creature's words. Slowly he nodded as he began to think. Who was this treat and which students would this creature not mind leaving. Perhaps he had to stick with his gut here, the two with the most potential in life...

"Dylan and (Y/n)." Mr. Edwards stated, the names coming out stern in his teacher voice. The two held the most potential in his eyes: (Y/n), a straight A student and Dylan, the popular quarterback who did just as well in school as he did on the field.

The creature didn't seem to like that though, as his back straightened and he stared down menacingly at the teacher.

"The girl, choose another."

Suddenly, it hit Eddie. She was the treat he spoke about. A discomfort grew inside of his chest as he wondered what this creature could possibly want with her. She was a woman and shy, easily dominated. The idea of this creature raping his student sent disgust straight into his very soul.

"A-alright... Erin." He was afraid to admit it, but despite Erin being a social media bully, she did have quite the future awaiting her. Her dad's business, her mother's marketing skills, a quick thinker. Though, he also knew he couldn't leave without (Y/n) now, knowing that this disgusting creature wanted her. He wanted to save her, or at least die trying. Maybe that would help the guilt he felt.

The creature nodded before disappearing before his very eyes. The professor turned and went back to the resort— for real this time. However, the creature silently followed— needing to make sure he didn't try to take his treat away. Then an idea hit the Slenderman.

The creature teleported to Richard, cringing when he saw his hand in his slacks. The Slenderman cleared his throat and listened as the man growled before releasing his nethers and turning to face the creature.

"The fuck do you want?!" He growled, clearly annoyed as he was already trying to get the most he could out of the blurry video. The creature would've rolled his eyes if he had some, annoyed by this creeps attitude.

"I just spoke to Eddie Edwards. He plans on leaving and taking three students with him. Perhaps you should talk some sense into him, or I'm going to have to add a few more lives to add to your count." The slender spoke calmly. The annoyed face abruptly twisted into rage.

"He's planning on what?!" If the slender had lips he would've smirked as he shrugged before teleporting out of the man's view.

Richard slammed the camera shut and pulled out his phone, calling David Antonia, Slender's third victim.

"David. We have a problem."