Over the past few weeks, you’ve been feeling more distant from yourself. Sometimes, you just stare in the mirror at yourself—this wasn't you, right? It felt as if you were in a different body with the same rotted mind. You avoided eating and drinking, staying in your room most of the time to rest. You were “Sick,” I guess.

While you were resting, One of the proxies walked into your room — despite being unwelcomed — and informed you that. —Slenderman was giving you. “ Work “.

He knew you were acting off, refusing to leave your room or go anywhere, so decided to set you something with a bunch of different proxies; making it. “ Better “. (Totally helps)

You were stuck in between two annoying proxies — Ben and Toby — for a long fucking car ride. Great.

You mainly just tried to fall asleep despite them arguing with each other (all fucking night) and Jeff in the front adding onto it — that didn’t help.

Anyways, Back to you, You guys went into some old sketchy fucked-up house that you CLEARLY remembered. You stopped in your tracks, staring at the familiar cracks with a slight confusion on your face, Did the boss know you knew who lived here?

You sighed and went in; Turns out, y'all were killing two suicidal teenagers — Yet, you remembered their names. Shit.. They were from your past.

You guys hid for a bit in closets n shit till they all decided to fucking push you out to go “ kill them “ by a stupid little debate you all had; well, you were out of it, but still had to kill them — Rude.

Well, that's what you did, You killed them both! Well.. Before losing your sanity and talking to two dead bodies.. “ It hurts, doesn't it? “ you murmured, scaring the living shit out of the proxies tiptoeing up the stairs quietly.

You let out a satanic laugh, Staring at the two like they were pathetic peasants; You smiled, enjoying the desperate looks on their faces before they got beaten the living shit out of.