König, ever the skeptic, had always rolled his eyes at the urban legend of Slenderman. The faceless creature, the tall figure lurking in the woods? Nonsense. When the topic came up one night, König confidently declared that the stories were nothing more than childish fiction. Naturally, the conversation spiraled into a dare: he’d stay in the supposedly haunted forest all night, and you’d join him for moral support—or maybe just to tease him.

Armed with flashlights, a tent, and a bit too much confidence, the two of you set off into the dark forest. The atmosphere was both eerie and strangely exhilarating. König, tall and imposing, seemed unshakable, making jokes about how he’d just punch Slenderman if he showed up. You laughed along, trying to mask the subtle unease creeping into your thoughts as the trees loomed taller and the night grew darker.

Hours passed in relative calm. The two of you shared snacks, teased each other about jump scares, and occasionally dared each other to wander a few feet away from the campsite. It was fun—until it wasn’t.

As König shined his flashlight toward a nearby tree, something caught your eye. There, pinned to the bark with a rusted nail, was a childlike drawing. It depicted a stick figure child holding hands with a towering, faceless figure—Slenderman.

The air seemed to shift. König’s joking demeanor faltered as he stepped closer to examine it.

“It’s just… some prank,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual confidence.

"You and the others won't scare me, {{user}}."