The room was still as one person slept and a creature watched. Slender watched as the woman breathed: her chest rising and falling. (Y/n) was soon laying on her stomach, cuddling the fluffy white pillow she had brought in her suitcase. Her small body was half covered by the blanket. She had an oversized t-shirt over her torso and (f/c) panties peaking out from beneath the blanket.

Slender thought higher of himself than to do anything to her sleeping body, he didn't want to be like Offender. However, there was something about her that was just calling him to her. After some mental contemplation, he stepped closer. Her scent had filled the room and it was driving him crazy. She smelt like something sweet he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He ran a finger down her spine and watched her shift with a whine. He felt himself grin internally and he leaned down, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. Slender inhaled deeply and growled finding the scent she produced much more overwhelming and divine. He heard her whimper and shift once more, clearly uncomfortable, but not yet awake.

(Y/n) felt warmer than before, she had been hot beneath the blanket so she had kicked it off, but now it was hot again. She wanted to get away from the warmth, but with a pressure growing greater on her back, her unconscious mind realized that wouldn't happen. The pressure had soon moved to her neck and a shiver ran through her body. A soft breeze on her skin made her realize that this was a person, but her mind wouldn't allow her to wake up just yet.

At the moment, Slender wanted nothing more than to bite her— to taste her. He knew that if he wanted her though, he'd have to wait. Slender didn't want to scare the girl off entirely. He didn't mind scaring her a little bit, but not enough to send her running. As much as he wanted to take her, he'd prefer for her to come to him willingly. Though Slender didn't mind kidnapping her, he knew that things would be easier for him if she came consensually.

Slender shook his head and laid beside the woman. He ran his fingers through her (h/l) (h/c) hair and ran a tendril up her shirt, just to feel her warmth. The woman whined and arched her back, squirming in his arms. Slender let out a chuckle and relaxed, his weight was keeping her down and unable to move away. Unfortunately, he realized that she'd be waking up sooner than later and that he didn't have much longer to spend with the woman.

He was disappointed, to say the least, when he heard her friend wake up in a fit of giggles (her boyfriend had slept with her), wondering if that's what he wanted with (Y/n). Slender switched his tendrils, enjoying her warmth on the, more or less, sensitive skin. He must've tickled her this time around, because she smile and made a squeaky humming sound. This made Slender smirk internally; he liked that sound she made.

(Y/n) wiggled when the tip of his tendril began brushing back and forth on her neck (a spot where she was ticklish) and began to whine and slightly laugh. The Slenderman was loving this; the time they were spending together was already quite amusing and she wasn't even awake. Unfortunately, he knew that their time together was over; (Y/n) had set her alarm for a time only a minute away.

Slender gently removed his tendril, he watched as the woman settled after a short while of being tickled. (Y/n)'s had given out a small huff and smiled before her body went back to focus on her oxygen cycle. Then Slender got out of the bed and brushed his suit neat, removing a strand of her hair from his black suit to avoid suspension. Though, Slender must admit, he loved her hair: it was soft and almost smelt as nice as her natural scent.

On that note, Slender teleported away as (Y/n)'s alarm went off. The woman gave a soft groan, not happy about waking up from her, mostly, peaceful slumber. (Y/n) kicked her legs off the bed and turned off her phone's alarm.

Glancing around the room, it felt... strange; like someone had been in there. Their presence lingered and (Y/n) began to wonder if the pleasantries she had just awoken from wasn't a dream. In that moment, she felt like she was suffocating as a feeling of disgust ran through her body. (Y/n) was half naked and this... person... just touched her and tickled her; 'who knows what else they were planning to do!'

(Y/n) gulped, despite her throat being dry and quickly got up and shoved some pants on. After calming down, (Y/n) went to the closet and grabbed a change of clothes, as well as a change of undergarments. As she approached the bathroom, (Y/n) realized something: 'they could be in there...'

Taking a step back, she turned on her heel and grabbed her backpack. (Y/n) opened the bottom pouch and pulled out her pocket knife. Slowly, (Y/n) headed toward the bathroom. Pausing outside the door, she took a deep breath and went in. She started with opening the toilet door— no one— then the closet— no one— then the shower— no one. There was no one in there. (Y/n) let out a sigh of relief: she felt safe again.

Sauntering out of the bathroom, (Y/n) grabbed her change of clothes off the bed and made her way back into the bathroom. That's when she came to the conclusion that she was just being paranoid; perhaps it was her trauma catching up to her. She just wasn't used to nice things; it's been a while since she had a nice dream after all. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile, she could only assume she was healing.

After setting her stuff down, (Y/n) locked the bathroom door. She stripped out of her clothes and turned on the shower. While she waits, (Y/n) brushed her messy hair. A tune came to her so she began to hum it; she couldn't hear the footsteps drawing near.

The persons twisted her bedroom door knob and slowly pushed it open, the door giving their entry a soft whine. They crept closer toward the bathroom when they saw that (Y/n) wasn't in her room. In front of the bathroom door, they tried for the handle. The door was locked.

'BAM!'

"Ah!" (Y/n) cried before falling onto the floor, in an attempt to back up. Thankfully, Molly and Tom's loud laughter blocked out the sound of (Y/n)'s bare skin slapping against the tile floor. Her eyes watered and panic began to settle into her mind and into her heart, stabbing into her like a knife.

"Haha! Wow! Me and Tom are going to the restaurant area, okay? Okay! See you down there!" Molly continued to howl with laughter and Tom slammed his fist on the door one last time before following Molly.

(Y/n) flinched at the loud noise and curled up, pressing her bare back against the wall. A hot liquid poured down her cheeks, she was crying. Memories flashed in her head, panic settled in, melting her conscious and putting her nervous system into overdrive. In the moment, the only thing she could think of to drown out the past was the source of her panic 10 minutes ago. Surprisingly, this helped.

She managed to stand up again, albeit shaky, and her trembling hands gripped the counter. (Y/n) took deep breaths trying to calm down, but one glance in the mirror and in came memories of her bloodied, bruised, and beaten body. In that time her hair was (longer/shorter) and her face always had some sort of injury that she'd have to learn to hide or cover up.

(Y/n) shuddered and let out a loud sob. That flash had ruined her ability to focus on her breathing and she was now hyperventilating once more. (Y/n) gritted her teeth, trying to fight her panicked mind. She had just been trying to relax and then that happens. This trip, once more, felt hopeless.

The woman sobbed as she made her way to the shower, just trying to get what she needed to do done then go downstairs. (Y/n) gave a light shudder as the cool water hit her hot skin. It wasn't super cold, but it also wasn't warm. However, in the moment, (Y/n) didn't particularly care.

Hoodie arrived downstairs in the restaurant; when Slenderman had told him to spy in on the resort he didn't expect having to work there. He had worked there for a month now and despised the work. Unfortunately, he had to work there since Toby had tried, but he was quickly fired because of some bastard rich man who was annoyed by his ticking, and Masky's multiple personality disorder made him too murderous and unstable to work. So Hoodie had become the one to take charge.

He never understood why the Slenderman had made a deal with these people, but it keeps the mansion fed. He had just wished that he'd never have to get involved. Hoodie had been going by his old name for a while now and it was really starting to get on his nerves. It was "Brian" this and "Brian" that. Why this resort was so important to Slender now, Hoodie hadn't the slightest clue: perhaps it was another one of his deals. Either way, he just wanted to get the work done then go back to the mansion and kill some people.

Hoodie, or Brian, was helping some of the students settle in the restaurant, telling them the bullshit their boss had told them to tell the students about their lessons and what they'll be doing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful young woman step out of the staircase, (h/c) hair and a (body/type) figure. This woman stood out from the rest of the students: she was dressed more modestly (plain white t-shirt and black shorts) and seemed more anxious.

Perhaps, this was a new victim of Slender's; and Hoodie hoped he wouldn't mind him talking to this victim. Brian was quickly able to depart from the table and make his way over to her. He noticed she was heading toward the restaurant: perfect.

"Excuse me ma'am, the restaurant is hosting a school field trip. If you come back in thirty minutes we can seat you right away." He said, blocking the woman. She paused and her cheeks flushed.

"O-oh... I'm a student. I have my ID if I need to prove anything." The woman said, fumbling to get her bag off her back. Brian put his hand up and smiled.

"No need, that's my fault. You just don't match with the rest of the students. I'm sorry for assuming. My name's Brian by the way." He put his hand out for her to shake. The woman gave him a small smile and put her hand in his, giving it a gentle shake.

"(Y/n)." She replied, removing her hand from his soon after. (Y/n) went straight to the table with Molly and Tom after, clearly weirded out by the short event. Brian was surprised to see her go to that table, seeing as the brunette had insulted and harassed him, but he wouldn't judge her by her friends. He decided that he'd try his best to put himself in her path, to try and find stuff out: possibly stuff that Slender wasn't telling him.

Molly laughed loudly at Tom's joke, glancing over at (Y/n) with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. Molly had a bright smile plastered on her face, so bright, it made (Y/n) smile back. She took off her bag and got a tissue for Molly, knowing that Molly would get pissed if Tom made her laugh so hard it screwed up her mascara. Molly plucked it from her hands and began patting it at her eyes, her laughs calming down.

"Ha... hah... th-thank you, (Y/n). You're always good for at least one thing." She said, out of breath; (Y/n)'s smile dropped from that last statement. She mumbled a response and kept quiet as Tom continued to talk. Molly was all over him and they were both enjoying each other's company. Seeing Molly's hands all over Tom's skin and Tom returning the gesture made her think back to the thing that was touching her.

She imagined Molly and Tom both felt each other's touch as loving and gentle, she wondered how different the creatures touch is from theirs. (Y/n) knew that the creature had tickled her, why it did that she hadn't the slightest clue, but it did. Perhaps it liked her laugh or maybe it was looking for weakness, either way, she felt violated and didn't feel safe in the building. However, she knew damn well it was just as likely a nightmare caused by her built up trauma.

(Y/n) shook her head, tired of thinking about it. She thought she was crazy at this point, just hallucinating. She needed to focus on now, even if now was bad. (Y/n) knew that one day things wouldn't be as bad, that she'd be free. She just didn't know when. She had hoped this trip would be a break, but so far, it has turned out like any other day. She hoped the activities would at least be better.

"Alright students! We're going to go over some basic information and play a game based on common sense and intelligence. Remember! Everything is based on survival, you may need this one day." Burt announced to the students that had been divided into 4 groups of 4. Each group had two adults accompanying the four students: one teacher, one staff member. "Each group will go down their respective trails and participate in different activities, then we'll rotate so every group has the chance to participate. We'll be gathering back at the building for lunch and after an hour of settling, everyone is allowed to swim in the lake or stay in their rooms."

(Y/n) felt her excitement die down with the realization that Tom and William were in her group, as well as Maddy. Two guys, best friends, and a girl who despises her. Then, she learned who their respective chaperones were: Burt, himself, and Mr. Edwards. A creepy teacher and a man she didn't know; the worst group she could ask for.

The walk down the trail was scary, (Y/n) felt like all eyes were on her: Maddy was glaring at her, William was side eyeing her while smirking, and Burt kept glancing her way. If (Y/n) said she felt uncomfortable, that would be an understatement. (Y/n) felt like she was walking into a horror movie, about to be beaten or gang banged, either option horrific. She started to lag behind on purpose, feeling relieved when Maddy's death glare was taken away from her with an eye roll; though feeling afraid when William decided to lag behind too.

(Y/n) felt an uncomfortable twist in her stomach as William took her hand in his once more. She tried to remove it, but he tightened his grip. Her hand was starting to hurt, so she stopped, hoping he'd loosen up. Nothing changed though, in fact, he seemed aggravated and upset still. (Y/n) tried to speed back up, hoping he'd copy her pace, but he began to slow her down. She knew William wanted to get her alone, but she wouldn't let him.

(Y/n) quickened her pace and somehow managed to tap Burt on the shoulder, he had stationed himself in the back to make sure the group didn't miss anything or whatever bullshit he stammered out in excuse. Burt turned with a smile and somehow (Y/n) tugged her hand away. He asked her, "Can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah. I just wanted to know where this trail leads, or if it just goes straight through the forest." She asks with a curious smile. Burt gave a shrug and looked ahead, then back.

"Each trail leads to a large clearing, then there's two more trails, one that goes to a cliff, and one that goes to the lake below it. We avoid going there though, it's not safe: no cameras out there." Burt explained to (Y/n), the group overhearing.

"I assume people have drowned?" Mr. Edwards had inquired from Burt's explanation. Burt nodded, but quickly distracted everyone by pointing out the first station on the trail.

"Here we are. This is a sorting game, sort out what you need and what you don't need. Keep in mind, your list will be important later." The activity was set up amongst 4 different stumps; each stump had a t-chart with the sections being "useful" and "useless". On the stump were plastic baggies of pieces of paper. Each student went to a stump. "Sort out what you think is important and not important, then we'll move on to the next area."

Maddy scoffed at this stupid game, while Tom and William laughed at it. (Y/n) just went to the stump and got to work sorting; the orders did the same, but they seemed to just be throwing the stuff in random places. The items were: a first aid kit, makeup, cigarettes, a lighter, a gun, a pack of gum, a football, water, a knife, and a sheet.

The things (Y/n) knew she'd find useful in a survival situation would be the first aid kit, a lighter, water, a knife, and a sheet. The gun was useless without bullets so it went under that slot along with a football, makeup, cigarettes, and a pack of gum. Taking a glance at Maddy's, under useful she had: cigarettes, a lighter, a knife, a pack of gum, and water. Under useless she had: a first aid kit, makeup, a football, a sheet, and a gun.

Tom apparently found useful: makeup, a gun, a football, a lighter, and cigarettes. Under useless, he put: a knife, a pack of gum, a first aid kit, water, and a sheet. William had for useful: a lighter, a sheet, a pack of gum, a football, and cigarettes. (Y/n) should've known that all of them would have cigarettes and a lighter; all three of them smoked after all, but they also seemed to not be taking this seriously. At least Maddy had a good argument and William had two useful things; Tom only had one useful thing, unless the gun was actually loaded.

(Y/n) decided to shrug it off, it was only a game after all. The look on Burt's face as he looked at Tom and William's stumps held pity, but he took a picture of each stump anyway then told everyone to put their items back in the bag. That seemed to annoy Tom, but everyone did it without complaint. The look that had been on Burt's face was bothering her, why would he do that? Maybe he just pitied the stupid people who hung out with them or something. Either way, (Y/n) stood back on the trail after she put her items away and waited.

"Alright! We have to head back now. Boss said it's about to rain and we don't want anyone getting sick on this trip. Everyone back inside." Burt instructed the students. Everyone headed back to the building, (Y/n) stuck with the group, ignoring the staring.

A man went out the back of the building into the forest. He leaned against a tree, lighting a cigarette and inhaling into it before blowing out smoke. It didn't take long before the Slenderman appeared in front of him. The man didn't know how this creature did it, but there he was. The man only knew that he didn't want to die and to save himself, he had to endanger the young.

"Here you go, psycho." The man threw the bag of images to the creature. Slender gave a deep chuckle before a tendril wrapped around the man's throat.

"Just because I made a deal with you, doesn't mean you can insult me. I will kill you, if you insult me again. Watch what you say." The Slenderman then let him go and disappeared. The man grumbled and went back inside the building. He saw some of the students talking to the teachers in the lobby.

The man spotted Mr. Edwards and approached him. When Mr. Edwards spotted the man, he sent off the student and walked off into the back with the man. They both looked around to make sure the room is free of bystanders.

"Hey Eddie."

"What do you need Richard?" Mr. Edwards asked, feeling anxious, not wanting to ruin his career from his little cult that has cursed his life. The man, now known as Richard, shifted his weight and brought out another cigarette. He lit it and inhaled before starting to cough. Once his coughs clear up, he takes in and blows out another smoke.

"One more group to go and we're free. Thought you'd be happy?" Richard said before coughing again. Edwards cringed when he saw blood coming from Richard's mouth onto his hand.

"You pissed him off didn't you? How the hell can I be happy if we might need to add on another group?" Edwards groaned upset. He gripped his head annoyed. "I like these kids, man. Our dumbasses have screwed over our youth and now you're going to make us sacrifice more?! You're unbelievable. I'm not happy."

"Eddie, calm down. It'll all be fine." Richard scoffed, annoyed. Edwards punched Richard for that.

"They're children and they're going to die and even if I didn't like them, my career's at risk. I spent too much time fixing myself for it to be ruined by your drug filled ass." Edwards stormed out of the room and went to his room to calm down.

The rain began to pour as everyone took to their own in the resort. The students feeling there was nothing wrong, as well as the teachers who were ignorant of the situation. Edwards and Richard sat pissed at each other in two different sides. (Y/n) did school work to relax through the rain and Molly and Tom got it on in the other room. Everything slowly settled for their day to continue.