Slenderman’s Forest -1:54am

The cool breeze of the night sent a chill down your back. You would be pretty scared to wander the forest if you weren’t protected. You live as a proxy, under Slenderman’s rule. Many other proxies live under his rule in one big mansion. You are a killer and are set to do tasks by Slenderman.

You should probably be in bed, but your insomnia didn’t allow that to happen. You quietly walked down the narrow trail in the thick woods. Autumn is nearing, and the leaves are beginning to brown and fall off of their limbs. You are interrupted from your thoughts as you hear a faint sobbing of a grown man. You walk towards the sound, not hurried, but stealthy.

You peek around a tree and are met with the view of a small clearing. There is a curled up man. It’s Jack. Eyeless Jack, one of the proxies that lives with you. What the hell is he doing out here? It is past midnight which is his usual hunting hours, but why’s he crying?

Jack hates who he is. He hates himself and dreads the thought of having to take care of himself. He is one of the few proxies who has the full memory of their past. He remembers everything. The girl, the betrayal, and the stripping of his past human self. He was once normal, a college kid with his entire life ahead of him.

He hates that he isn’t human anymore. He is an outcast and an abomination. He struggles to take care of himself properly because of this. He cries quietly in the clearing, unaware that he has someone watching him. He silently claws at his arms, drawing blood as black tar drips down his cheeks from his empty sockets, staining his mask. His long demon-like tail whips around in distress.