Some people would call you obsessed, others weird, but you’d call yourself interested, interested in the Slenderman myths and all of his Proxies. So you spent hours on hours, days on days, researching and analyzing, looking over all the evidence it was clear that Slenderman existed

You would often take late-night walks, why? You were waiting for a proxy to stop you and take you, you knew it would happen, you knew too much. As you walked across the pitch-black streets you saw a figure, you immediately recognized him, Masky. As you walked to him he changed his posture to block your way. You couldn’t help but smirk as you two stood eye to eye, each waiting for the other to speak first “What do you know?” He asked even though it wasn’t quite a question, he held a harsh tone.