(((((I wrote this five years ago, back when i first enjoyed writing! This has nothing to do with the story, this is something i titled as "Slender_Proxy.docx".........keep in mind I wrote this all on paper, so it wasn't on a flashdrive......retyping everything I wrote! Not changing anything, I'm typing it word for word! I hope it's good!))))

(Elissa)
I ran through the woods, the sound of the gunshot still ringing in my ears. Mom finally did it, she finally killed dad. I never knew why. Every bone in my body shook and trembled in fear, and my cheeks were stained with still-drying tears.

Before I knew it, I'd run face-first into a tree. I yelped in surprise before I fell backwards onto the dirt, watching a piece of paper fall from the tree and land on my face. "Don't look or it takes you," I read, the words sending even more chills through my veins. Don't look at what? What was going to take me?

I blinked a few times, seeing that my surroundings had changed. I wasn't in the forest anymore, but in front of a dark door. Quiet whimpers came from within, and my curiosity peaked. What was in there? Standing up, I ignored my better senses and went inside. Oh what a mistake.

A little mexican girl was tied onto the bed, entirely nude, with bruises and cuts covering every inch of her body. I shrieked and jumped away, slamming into the wall. The beaten girl turned her head to me with a painful grimace, and I saw that tears were streaming from her eyes. "H-Help me....." she whispered, before her eyes turned glossy, covering themselves with a glassy film as she went completely still.

Swallowing the baseball lump in my throat, I inched next to the girl and rested my fingers against her neck. No pulse. Her chest wasn't moving either. Was she dead???

In the middle of my panicked state, I heard footsteps headed my way. Quickly, without any forethought, I dashed behind the door in an attempt to hide. A few seconds later, two men walked in. One was bald with green eyes, and the other-.....the other was my dad.

My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat. But, who did my mom shoot if my dad was still alive??? Was it possible that she shot an intruder? Dad was supposed to be at work for another few hours after the gunshot went off. "I'm telling you," the bald man said to my dad, "the shriek came from in here!"

My dad let out a chuckle as he said, "Well she must have made her dying sound then." Tears filled my eyes. My dad was so calm to see a beaten, dead girl in front of him. Without paying attention, I fell forward a bit and made the door creak as it moved. My dad and the man turned my way, so I bolted up and made a run for it. I ran blindly down the hallways in front of me, not a single door visible until one finally came into view.

Not thinking ahead, I ran into the room and slammed the door closed. Across the room was a single desk and a single chair, a man sitting in it. He turned halfway around to face to my left as he murmured, "Stop slamming doors and get back to work." It wasn't his words that had me scared.

His blank, snow-white face sent chills down my spine. Scared, I stumbled backwards into the door, stammering, "Y-your f-face!"

This time, the faceless man turned to face me completely. He rested his hands on his knees, tilting his head to the side. "You don't work here," he said, not sounding confused or angry, just stating a fact.

"Y-your f-face," I repeated, the fear I felt for this thing growing. Much to my dismay, my legs gave out, causing me to fall to the ground, trembling in terror. "P-please don't k-kill me," I begged.

The faceless man laughed as if I told a joke. "I won't kill you," he said, his voice sounding like a purr. "I don't kill my brother's new toys." I noticed how soft and seductive his voice became, and noted the invisible smile on his expressionless white face. Something snake-like slithered out of his back, wrapping around my waist. Gently picking me up and moving me to the other side of the room, I tried glancing at my escape. He had completely blocked me from viewing the door. I was about to fight back when he whispered, "Might want to move before it hits you."

I was about to ask what "it" was when the door I'd been leaning against flew open. The bald man and my dad came storming into the room, looking worn out. To my luck, the faceless man had put me in a spot they couldn't see me. "Sir, sorry about the sudden trespassing," my dad said, "but there was an intrusion."

The faceless man nodded simply, saying, "I know. I took care of it." As he said that, five more of the snake-like things erupted from his back, and I could tell that the two men couldn't see them. To my surprise, one of the tenderlins slashed quickly across my stomach, and it was all I could do not to scream in pain. All six of the tenderloins rolled themselves in the blood that came from the gash, covering themselves in my blood. When that was finished, the faceless man raised his bloody tenderloins to show the two men. "See?"

The two men shared a slightly horrified look before the bald man said, "Where's the body?" A chill went up my neck, but the faceless man simply explained, "Mindy disposed of it." My dad nodded as if that explained everything, before him and the bald man left the room.

As soon as the door clicked closed, the faceless man spun to face me and crouched down tothe my height. "Sorry about hurting you," he said, the purr returning to his voice. It went through all of him, hinted with guilt. "I needed something to make those idiots believe the 'intruder', you, was taken care of." He placed one of his thin, bony, white hands over the cut, and I winced atthe the small stab of pain it brought. The pain began to recede, and when it disappeared, he removed his hand. The blood was still there, but the cut itself was gone. "All better?" he asked.

I was confused by his kindness, but I nodded anyways. He nodded back, patting where the cut had been seconds earlier before standing up. A question burned at the back of my mind, and before I could do the smart thing and not say anything, I asked, "What's your name?"

The faceless man laughed, "I go by many many names, but most know me by Slenderman. And your name is?"

"Elissa Morganson," I answered, only telling him my name because he told me his. Slenderman nodded, saying, "Good thing you found your way to me before you found one of my brothers. Or if they found you; now that would've been bad!"

"You have brothers?" I had alot of questions to ask, but I didn't feel like changing the subject.

"Yeah, most of them are meaner than me and would like nothing more than to rape you." I felt my jaw drop, but Slenderman continued to talk. "Don't give me that look, Elissa. I'm not like my brothers.

I just realized that saying Slenderman said something doesn't make any sense. Because to say something, you need to have a mouth to speak. And he doesn't have a mouth. "Can I trust any of your brothers to rape me," I asked, "or can I only trust you?"

Slender chuckled a bit before responding, "There are a few: Splendorman, Trenderman, Enderman, and Lavenderman. Any others,try avoiding as best you can." He shrugged, waving his hand to dismiss the subject.

I was about to ask another question, but I blinked and he was gone. Looking around, confused, I wondered where he went. I blinked again, and he was inches from my face. Surprised, I fell back against the wall.

He anchored his arms on eitherside of my head, sightlessly staring into my eyes. "Can I tell you something?" he asked, his "voice" coming out as a breathy whisper. I nodded weakly, feeling my knees buckle. Before I could fall, three of Slenderman's tenderloins wrapped around me; one under my breasts, one around my stomach, and the last around my hips. "I think I like you," he told me.

All of a sudden, a sort-of mouth appeared on his blank face, amd he closed the distance that separated my mouth from his. Kissing me, I think; his tongue was invading and investigating every square inch of my mouth. I was so surprised at first, I actually raised my hands in surrender.

But then Slenderman deepened the kiss, moving his hands through my auburn hair. A feeling, not much unlike frozen fire, raced through my veins. Not fear, but desire. I wanted more, and more I was going to get. So I began kissing back, wrapping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes, letting my tongue explore his mouth.

A few more minutes of kissing and a break for heavy breathing went by, before a knock on the door caused both me and Slenderman to jump in surprise. He turned his head to look at the door before looking back at me. Even though he didn't have a face, he looked sad as he said, "When I have the person's total attention, you have to leave."

I was about toask object, but another knock on the door caused me to nod. I hid to the side of the door, readying myself to run. Slenderman opened the door, greeted the person, and led the person to the desk. He made a small motion, and I left, running. I ran out of the room, out if the twisting halls, out of the building, out if the woods, and didn't stop running until I reached the front steps of my house.

Sitting on the steps, I forced myself to catch my breath. And failed miserably. I closed my eyes, taking deep and shaken breaths. After abit few minutes, I felt something flutter against my leg. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was a piece of paper. I picked it up, reading it: "Don't look or it takes you!" The same paper from the woods. Flipping it over, I saw a picture of an x-ed out face, with the words below it reading, "Looks like it took you!"

(((((This was my very first fanfiction, about a week after my friend introduced me to Slenderp! Ah, the days! This continues on, there is more in the notebook.....alot more.....anyways, love you all! Next update is coming soon!)))))