(Y/n) closed her eyes, her world spinning as a nauseating static filled her head. Lulled into a spiraling world while the creature watched her stare off in a daze. She looked tired and ill.

He didn't mean to get her so dizzy, but he was upset. And when the anger came, so did the static. Slender was just glad she hadn't started bleeding yet. He took the opportunity to lay beside her. Tomorrow would be a long day and his excitement was boiling over.

This whole, pitiful week has lead up to this. Just for tomorrow. Only 11 students left to kill off, obviously excluding his mate and Erin who Splendor decided to keep. He added on a life technically with his victims offing the other, but he was trying to take his mate away from him and he couldn't allow that.

Edwards should've just taken his release and gone, but no: he just had to be a hero. This death seemed to have been the line for his mate, making them go onto have their "great escape".

Slender was glad she hadn't made it far: he had to thank Splendor for that. He really didn't feel like searching for her if she did manage to get away. But if in some way she did: he'd capture her again and kill everyone she loved for even daring to run away from him.

Slowly, he calmed down, admiring her form as she slowly returned from her daze. Her (e/c) eyes wide with fear as she stared at the creatures blank face, her (s/t) lips slightly agape as she breathed cautiously.

Slender raised his hand, her face scrunching up in return. Her brows knitted together and her lips pressed into a thin line. A wet bead went halfway down her cheek before his thumb swiped it away.

As soon as her tear was rubbed into her skin, his thumb moved to her bottom lip, brushing over it: again and again. He felt every indent on her lips, yet all together they felt smooth. Slender even took the time to caress the permanent dent in her lip where she sunk her teeth: too invested in a new world to care.

"Please, my dear, don't waste those tears. I will not hurt you."

"Y-you didn't seem to mind before."

"And how could I prove to you that I won't?" Slender hummed, watching as her eyes flashed in the direction of the door. "If I let you go, then I'd have to kill you. You simply know too much now. But—"

"K-kill me." (Y/n) stuttered, staring at his blank face. Slender was surprised to say the least, and very confused. More tears came the second time. "I don't want you to touch me."

"I will not kill you. And if you run I will have to hurt you to return you home. You will never escape, and you will always be mine." Slender growled, teleporting to the end of the bed. "Be prepared for tomorrow, my muse. I think you will not enjoy it."

"Hey, are you okay? You haven't been talking much." Brian asked, sitting beside the woman. (Y/n) didn't even glance at him, the fear gathering in her chest, thinking of every horrible possibility.

"I'm sorry, I just keep thinking." She replied with a small smile.

"Can't apologize for thinking." He chuckled, knowing exactly what she was thinking about. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Brian had only asked for the sake of it. He knew her thoughts would be along the lines of: Why her? Why did this creature of chaos and death have to choose her? She wasn't anyone special.

"Eh, nothing to talk about." (Y/n) stood and pushed her plate away, despite her aching stomach. She didn't remember the last time she ate, but her mind didn't feel very hungry. "I'm going to my room."

Brian knew why she left, but he didn't know why Slender would put his illness on her? Didn't he tell them not to hurt her or get her ill? Why would he want his mate to be ill?

When (Y/n) arrived in her room she drew up a bath to ease the pain in her stomach. She wondered how she would get the creature to come to her without her trying to escape or getting in trouble in general.

She was too tired to try those ways, just ready to sink into a pool of warmth and close her eyes. A part of her didn't care what happens anymore: to her, she had already failed. The other part of her screamed to keep some dignity, don't become this creature's toy: fight the world around you.

"My dear, what are you doing?" The Slenderman asked, knelt down to be closer to the seemingly relaxed woman.

"I-I was waiting for you..." she answered. (Y/n) sat up slightly with her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Why were you waiting for me?"

"I'm ready to submit to you." She answered quietly, embarrassed about the whole thing.

"This is just to save your friends?" Slender asked, sounding irritated having already been upset with her. Well, her and Brian. He thought he had gotten to her so she'd open up to do anything to get away, but clearly she didn't trust Brian enough. "Because that won't be happening."

"No... I know how this works and I don't want this to be any more difficult then it has already become." She explained, avoiding his empty gaze.

Slender paused, examining the woman. There was no way this was the woman he had desired. Sure, this is what he wanted, but it was too soon. Where's her fight? Now she's just going to mope and not have any dignity. He'd have to find a new way to get her comfortable.

However, he still had to punish her.

"Alright. Tomorrow is your punishment and then you will return with me to your new home." He stated before grabbing the girls towel. "Now get out and go to bed, you'll only have to take another bath tomorrow."

Crunching, crying, and yelling.

That's what (Y/n) heard before slowly raising her head to see what was happening. Her body ached and felt like a thousand needles were poking into her skin.

She was... on the ground?

When (Y/n) finally managed to lift her head, she found herself surrounded by her fellow students, scattered about and panicked. They oddly weren't that spread out though, and when she squinted her eyes to help her blurry vision focus, she saw why.

A freshmen, only 18 lying dead on the ground. He was smart and a wonderful student. His head was two feet away from his body with a bloody and slightly dented axe between. Vomit gathered in her throat at the horrid sight.

Despite a ringing in her ear, she could make out the conversation between students. Traps... traps everywhere according to them.

'So this is what he meant...' she thought to herself, sitting up slowly. 'This is the punishment.'

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" A boy cried, staring at the body.

"Snap out of it! We need to think of a way to get out of here."

Finally getting a chance to look more, (Y/n) stood and looked around the general area. There were two other people still asleep, everyone was in their pajamas and everyone had a bag. Even she had a bag.

(Y/n) looked down and opened her bag, pulling something random out... a lighter? Deeper into the bag she buried her hand, only to hiss in pain and remove her hand holding the very object that hurt her: a knife.

She felt confused as blood trickled down to her wrist before she stuck her hand back into the bag. At the very bottom was something soft and her theory was confirmed. This was the survival gear from their first activity. Things just kept getting stranger.

The symbol on her wrist... with the circle and the X, it was traced out on the ground and she was dead in the center. She was frightened to move, scared that if she did someone else would get hurt, or worse killed. So there she sat, anxious and scared, like a dog being called bad after ripping up a piece of furniture or a shoe.

Remembering her bleeding hand, she searched for the first aid kit, finding alcohol and bandages inside. As she took care of her hand, she memorized the area around her and tried to find the sore spot of the traps. She found two spots in her first glance. A tripwire and a spiderweb of sharp wire.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and risked it all, marching outside of the circle with the bag in her hand. She held her breath and waited. But nothing came of it. This path was... empty? Odd. No matter, she needed to get away, so she ran off. She was searching, not quite leaving.

Who she was looking for, she wasn't quite sure of herself. The kind stranger she'd seen in the woods? Brian? Slender? Erin? She heard her fellow students try to follow her out before she was lifted above the ground by a black tendril.

"I see everyone has awaken from their slumbers. I hope you all rested well because you will have needed that rest to survive the next 24 hours. In the bags beside you are your items you've chosen to help you survive. Whoever lasts till the 24 hour mark will live, and if not... well, you've seen what happens."

Slenderman's voice echoed ominously throughout the forest before he teleported away, causing (Y/n) to fall. A groan escaped her lips as students went frantic. Cries and desperate searching through their bags could be heard.

'The sooner you find the mansion, the sooner you won't have to face your punishment.' Slender's voice echoed in her head. A whimper left her lips, just wanting to get away.

'You said you wouldn't hurt me if I behaved...' (Y/n) thought, her body sore and mind miserable.

'You are being punished, my dear. You're going to get a little hurt. This will all be over as soon as you find the mansion.' A soft whine left her lips as she took a glance in every direction, trying to think.

Suddenly, someone knocked you down by the ankle, rolling onto your side you see a pair of mud stained, black boots. (Y/n) didn't spare a thought or try to remember the person who knocked her down, she just got up and ran. Her vision was getting blurry as the leaves and trunks of trees flew past her.

The sound of footsteps behind you were heavy and loud. They were trying to catch up. (Y/n) never would've thought those track meets would help her. Yet their helping her now.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

Soon, the footsteps disappeared and (Y/n) started to slow, her body aching. Whoever had been behind her gave up, and her lungs seemed to as well. Breathing in and out didn't help anymore as every pulse of her heart to her esophagus brought a blistering pain inside of her. That's when she remembered why she quit.

The cool air wasn't helping, it only made it feel like applying alcohol to an open wound. She needed water, but without a natural source in sight, she dug through the bag that somehow managed to stay on her back. Setting the knife carefully into the pocket of the bag, she began to vigorously search once more.

The swish of a plastic container made her heart speed up. Pulling it out, she found a full water bottle. Quickly, she unscrewed the cap and drank some, easing the muscles in her throat. The open bottle escaped her grasp as a strong force made contact with her back, knocking her down, water spilling into the ground.

"There you are you fucking skank!" William's hate filled voice rang in (Y/n)'s ears. Her world was spinning and she gasped for air, all she felt was pain as she was dragged up and thrown back into the ground. "It's a wonder you're not dead yet! Oh wait, maybe it's because you're fucking the monster!"

She couldn't see, mud on her face and tear blurred eyes. Her chest was burning as he lifted her up off the ground once more, only to kick her in the stomach. A sharp cry left her before he kicked her once more, knocking the air out of her lungs.

(Y/n) curled up, her hands clawing at the ground trying to find something to protect herself. But she couldn't find anything, it didn't help that she couldn't see.

"You know, for being the whore you are, I'm surprised three dicks were too much for you. But if you still need more..." She felt his hands on her once more, fingers slipping beneath her waistband. "I'd be happy to provide."

A rough object scraped against her hand and in a moment of hope and strong will, she grasped whatever it was, lifted herself up and stabbed him. She didn't know where she hit him, she didn't even know if he was dead. She just couldn't stop stabbing until his touch was removed from her body.

Sobbing, hands now covered in blood, she crawled away, arm over her stomach. Her sweatpants felt looser than before but she couldn't truly tell as she blindly searched for her bag. All she felt was dirt and mulch. Her knees were cold from the mud. Her clothes were definitely ruined.

Patting the ground, her grasp finally tightened on a rough texture that she recognized as the backpack. Reaching inside, she pulled out the sheet and rubbed everything away from her eyes. It took her a moment to recover, but when she could finally see, she screamed.

Her hands, drenching in blood. William, a mutilated, limp, upper body. His face unrecognizable. (Y/n) started screaming and she found herself unable to stop. The knife laid beside his body, the blood was all over her clothes. The mud mixing with it.

Her head began to hurt and she wished her eyes had remained closed. A presence behind her grabbed her and swiftly covered her mouth.

"Shhh..." a deep voice hushed, while a static filled the air. Her violent scream turned into a pathetic bunch of sobs. Her eyes closed, refusing to look at what she had done.

The lazy yet firm grip over her mouth suddenly tightened, the man's nails suddenly digging into her cheeks. She started to scream once more, thrashing in the man's grasp but only being trapped once more.

"GO—"

"(Y/n)!"

"TO—"

"JEFFERY!"

"SLEEP!"

The man tried to plunge his knife right through her stomach, but was tackled to the ground. On his way down, the knife still cut (Y/n) open. From her belly button to her thigh, her sweatpants now ripped, began to bleed.

Shock, her hand moved helplessly to the wound. What did she do now?

'Slender...' her pain was too overwhelming to ever wince at the realization she was seeking the tall man for help. 'Slender please... I'm sorry. I'll be good now.'

She walked mindlessly, just in complete shock of all the blood and pain pulsing through her. (Y/n)'s brain couldn't respond and neither could your mouth. Her sweatpants fell down, almost comically, before she fell onto her butt. She gripped the sheet in her hand and began to cry. Loud and unladylike. Screaming, crying: confused, terrified, in pain.

Her world began to turn black, slowly going blind once more. Helpless and hopeless. Her throat dries once more and her voice becomes shrill and meek. (Y/n) could barely make out two blurry yellow figures before her vision faded. She could feel their hands and barely hear their words.

They sounded panicked that she was hurt. But she didn't truly care. All she wanted was for her monster in a fancy suit to come release her from this pain. She was done with her punishment and all she wanted to do was fall asleep.

(Y/n) awoke with the sun in her eyes as it began to set in her vision. Besides her was Brian, looking stressed and pissed. She was laying on a rock. Her sheet tied tightly around her stomach, hip, and thigh. She didn't know what was going on, all she knew is that she needed to get away.

She waits... and waits... and waits. He eventually leaves; to do what, she didn't care. Letting out a quiet hiss, she rises off the rock and quietly creeps away.

'The mansion. I need to find the mansion.' She thinks, the desire for relief strong. She didn't care what he did to her anymore, she just wanted to feel safe: at least for a second.

The woods seemed to go on and on, as she walked with a limp. Just dark wood and green leaves.

'Think (Y/n), think.' She ponders, growing frustrated at the circles she's been walking. 'What did you do the first time? I went to the road, but I can't do that now. I don't want to get in trouble.'

(Y/n) takes a seat by a lake on a rock, her chest beating rapidly and her lungs burning. Her head was still dizzy and she constantly felt faint. She must be losing a lot of blood. How she wasn't dead yet was a wonder.

"(Y/n), darling. What are you doing out here all alone?" Principal Antonia's voice echoed throughout her mind. Her body tensed and her eyes closed, suddenly, she couldn't move. She listened as he moved beside her, placing a hand on her thigh.

Opening her eyes once more, she stared up at the sky as the sun was setting. She was definitely going to die out here. Hopefully she'd get to see the moon before that happens.

"You had us worried, amor. We thought you were dead, the staff and police have been searching all day. We've had the search parties split up into five sections, it's a wonder you hadn't run into any of them." He spoke, a comfort to his voice her tired mind couldn't help but melt into. Her tired body slumped against him.

"Search parties...?" She questions, too tired to either care or notice his hand moving to where it was.

"Yeah, it's been 14 hours since everyone's gone missing. Some are dead and some are alive." He says, his other hand moving over to wipe her tears as she cries. "It's ok, sweetheart. I'll keep you safe. Come on."

(Y/n) swallows hard, unable to move, she was in too much pain and her leg had finally gone limp.

"Having a hard time moving kid?" A new voice asked, one she recognized as Richard's. The man came up behind her and began to massage her shoulders. "Well I don't think we need to move quite yet, don't you Antonia?"

"Yes, this works fine for a little bit of relief." He states before starting to unwrap the sheet, blocking them from her underwear. She tried to thrash and get him to stop, but her kick was pathetic and easily stopped by his hand.

Soon her underwear was at her ankles and she cried helplessly for the two men to stop. Antonia crouched down and inhaled deeply, earning a loud sob and stop from the woman.

"You know, I'm pretty tired of your fucking whining bitch." Before (Y/n) knew it, they slammed her head down on the rock. Knocking her out, but she hoped she was dead.

Slender impatiently waits for (Y/n)'s arrival. She should have found his mansion hours ago. And yet, she still wasn't here and neither were his proxies.

Slender began to worry. What if something happened to her? What if she had been attacked by an animal or one of his disobedient tenets. He paced momentarily before beginning his search. He starts from the beginning where he saw 4 corpses a strewn about the forest.

He continues his search carefully, looking for the nearest shelters in the area before just continuing. Soon, he found a new body. One without their usual look. This was over kill and whoever had killed them had completely mutilated his face.

Besides the body he found two bags and one empty water bottle. But what was in front of him caught his attention. The ground covered in barely dried blood.

'(Y/n)...' the red liquid certainly smelled like hers, but she was nowhere in sight. She was clearly attacked, and he could only assume the mutilated body was her doing. Slender took off in the direction of the blood, trying to find her scent in the air.

"I can't believe you lost her. Slender's going to kill us." His proxy, Masky's, voice caught his attention.

"I know! I just can't fucking believe Jeff tried to kill her. Look, she's probably not far, she's way too injured." Brian's voice replied. Slender opted to ignore them to continue his search, he'd deal with them later, especially Jeff.

Slender eventually found an opening to a lake and there she was, knocked out, head bleeding along with her stomach and thigh as the two stood over her, arguing over who goes first.

"I hope you two haven't forgotten that you're very replaceable." Slender hissed, venom in his voice as his static raised hell to the world around them. The ground shook and the trees swayed. The two men covered their ears, in pain. "I'll only keep you around for one more group. But if you do anything to ruin it, you'll be dead before morning."

The two men crumbled to their knees from the pain of the loud static. Slender took the chance to collect (Y/n) in her arms before teleporting away, absolutely furious.

(Sorry this took so long to come out, but I hope you enjoyed <3)