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"Who are you?"

The man didn't answer. He seemed to be thinking. But the little girl seemed surprised. "You don't know about us?" You shook your head.

"You're kidding." An oddly familiar voice came from the doorway. You looked over, and bit the inside of your cheek, as your stomach flipped over. The boy leaning in the doorway had long dark hair, incredibly pale, bloodshot eyes, and seemed to have carved a smile into his face. In fact, he didn't even seem to have eyelids. He wore a white hoodie, and then you realized why he seemed to be familiar. This must be the boy who carried you here. He stared at you expectantly. Suddenly, you remembered that he had asked a question. "No, I'm not." You respond.

"Vell, if zhat is zhe case..." He trailed off. "I am Slenderman."

"Slenderman... Rings a bell, sort of." You murmurer. They look at you. "Something about kids disappearing, I think."

"So you do know about us." The man said. "Just little bits from the news," You defended. "I haven't really been paying attention lately, to be honest." You cast your eyes to the leather couch you had been placed on.

"Why?" You look up at the girl, confused. "Why have you not been paying attention to the news?" She clarified. You laugh dryly. "I've been busy."

"You've been on the run." It wasn't a question. You flick your eyes over to the boy in the doorway, and bite your lip. You give a cautious nod, and turn your head away. "From who?"

You grin at him, the smile sharp and dangerous. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He raised his eyebrows. "Try me."

"Oh yeah?" You challenge. He was about to reply, when an almighty crash sounded from the room behind him, making all of you whip around. The boy swore loudly, and ran into the room. Then came more shouting, and their voices pounded along the inside of your skull. You gave a quiet gasp of pain, and clutched at your head. If they didn't shut up soon, you would lose control again...

"Stop...ngh" You croaked. Slenderman seemed to sense that something was happening, and in your head (and, as it seemed in everyone else's heads as well), you heard his voice. "Everyone, SHUT UP!" You choked, digging your palms into your temples harder. "(Name), are you alright?" Gasping down gulps of air, you nodded slowly.

"Vhat happened?" He asked cautiously.

You shook your head "Doesn't matter." He fixed you with a mental wave of doubt, but the three of you were distracted again. The boy entered again, and he looked royally pissed off. The girl giggled at the look on his face. "Fuck off, Sally." The boy hissed. Slenderman skewered him with a look. The boy let out an incoherent grumble, and slouched out of the room.

"Sally," Slenderman turned to face her. "You vill show (Name) zhe rest of zhe manor. Zhen give her a room. Ve vill introduce her to zhe rest of zhem, later."

You stood, a little unsteady on your feet, and Sally grabbed your sleeve. You stumbled after her, down a long hallway lined with many rooms. You barely payed attention to the tour, your mind a blur. You only surfaced from your thoughts once or twice, to note where the kitchen is, and where some of the bathrooms were. When she led you up an enormous staircase, you were pulled by the excitedly babbling child down another long hallway. But as you neared a bend in the corridor, you dulling headache came back full force, and wave of crippling pain shot down your spine.

You staggered out of Sally's grip with a whimper of pain, clutching at your head. "(Name)?" She asked, worriedly. You struggled to gulp down your nausea, the bile rising in your throat making it hard to do anything except gasp for air. She was at it again. Finally, you surfaced from your haze of pain and someone else's blood lust, you realized that you had sunk to your knees, and were curled in a fetal position on the hardwood floor.

Shakily, you stood. Sally stared at you, concerned. You shook your (h/c) hair into your eyes. You didn't want to let her see how desperate you were. "Sorry. Headache." You mumble. She nods, not looking entirely convinced. The two of you continue, and by the time you reach the bedroom that was to be your own, she was back to being perky again. Leaving you to settle, you heard her skipping down the hall. You felt sick. You wondered who she had killed this time. Plagued with haunting images of blood splattered walls, with mutilated bodies that your imagination certainly hadn't come up with, you drifted into an uneasy sleep.