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Character is no longer to be put in association with
The stories and character present (save for Slenderman and the pre-existing proxies) are mine.

AE
Grace Rassmuessen (Formerly Grace Quell) is my character, and this is to be considered her origin story.
If the above mentioned deviant portrays a story of this fashion and passes off the character as her own, it is not of her own creation. It is theft.
Thank you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grace was, by all accounts, an odd girl. Not odd based on appearance, or intellect- but, based on thoughts, and her manner of speaking. As it were, Grace suffered from a speech impediment. This impediment caused her to stutter, sometimes violently, whenever she spoke. Truth be told, no one outside the girls immediate family was aware of why she'd developed the speech impediment. As a toddler, Grace suffered a head injury brought about by her mother, Camilia Quell, hitting her with a box of beer. The blow knocked the girl over, causing her to hit her head on the corner of the table. When she hit her head, she cracked her skull and fell unconscious.

Rather than take her child to the hospital and be charged for child abuse or endangerment, Camilia and her husband, Aaron Rassmussen, treated young Grace's injuries at home. Since then, Grace suffered a stutter whenever attempting to speak. There is a small scar on the side of her head, just above her ear. That mark, is the only physical proof of having suffered an injury. In truth, doctors did question the origin of the scar during routine check ups, but they were always told the same story. That Grace fell while playing outside, and cut her head on a rock. Doctors believed this, and thus the girl was never given anything akin to proper treatment for her injury.

That being said, the speech issue brought about a number of issues come the following years. Shortly after entering grade school, the other students began to bully Grace. To them, her speech impediment was funny. She was often cornered when teachers weren't looking, and provoked into speaking, which only made the bullies laugh. How they did it, tended to vary slightly. Sometimes she was pushed. Sometimes, the other students took her belongings and refused to give them back until she begged. As it was, those first few years of elementary school, were spent knowing nothing but fear, and torment. In the end, it was that fear that led to Grace falling mute for the remainder of elementary school.

In her mind, if she stopped talking, the bullies would lose their reason to pick on her. Granted, that didn't work. Instead they moved on to harassing her over other things. Her appearance, her clothing, her manner of walking. In the end, the other students knit picked everything about her. The teasing brought about a number of effects. She took to keeping her hair short, so that the other students couldn't pull on it. To lessen the pain of getting hit, she took to wearing covering clothing. Keeping her skin covered all the time also prevented others from seeing her bruises. As one could expect, Grace was bullied at home as well. Her parents were abusive in a number of ways.

Both her mother and father were alcoholics. Her father would often fall into a drunken rage and hit her before dragging her mother upstairs. As a child, she had no idea what her parents were doing. By the end of middle school though, she was well aware of what sex was. When Grace entered high school, the bullying and abuse had not ended. Not at home at least. At school though, things were another story. When she had entered middle school, the first few months had been virtually the same as when she was in elementary. However, one, small factor had changed. That change, was her way of thinking. The constant fear she'd known as a child, had disappeared and been replaced with anger.

She began to imagine doing terrible things to her bullies. Things like skinning them with a knife, or pushing them into traffic. A variety of thoughts really. Some being simple means of killing them and others being ways to torture them as they had done to her. However, given her upbringing it was natural that she wouldn't make a move to turn any of these fantasies into a reality. In her mind, she was weak and useless. Unable to fight back. Still, that didn't keep her from, snapping every now and again. Sometimes, when she was being harassed over her appearance or her silence, she'd break her mute behavior to speak to her bullies. She rarely said much, because her stutter made it difficult.

What she said though, managed to frighten the other students. Phrases, such as "I'll gut you while you sleep", "Want me to show you what your stomach looks like?", among others, were uttered in a voice void of emotion. Years of not talking had, made it impossible for Grace to portray any emotion through speaking. The same applied to her expression. Having learned to keep a straight face as a means of hiding her pain in the presence of her attackers, she struggled to make any form of expression. So, naturally the other students began to fear her. Anyone would, if they were being threatened by someone who's face made them seem more than capable of being violent.

Thanks to that, all the bullying had stopped by the time she entered high school. Her behavior, paired with the rumors that started up because of her threats, ensured that she'd have the reputation of someone to be avoided. School became her haven, but home remained the same hell she'd known as a child. She hated being home. She loathed her parents, and wanted nothing more than to see them dead. Preferably, dead from a gruesome and painful means. Still, she was wary. Having spent all her life being pushed around and abused by them, she was unable to help but believe that she was powerless to stop them. Unable to help but believe that, she was unable to hurt them.

This belief remained, until an outside source began to encourage her to believe otherwise. Just after she'd turned eighteen, Grace began to receive a series of strange gifts from an unknown person. These gifts, started out small. Short letters stating that she was stronger than she believed, began to appear in her locker at school. At first, she ignored them. However, as they began to get longer and more detailed, they managed to catch her interest. Having gone her whole life being told only degrading things, being praised for being who she was, made her feel happy. Happy, because someone seemed to understand and agree with her.

Before she knew it, she found herself looking forward to the letters she'd find at school. Imagine her surprise, when more than that were given to her. There came a day that one of the letters held a list of websites and picture links for her to look up. Naturally, she was curious as to what she was being told to look up. To her surprise, and delight, it all had to do with torture. The websites contained descriptions on specific types of torture methods and devices, and the picture links all showed detailed examples. Most of the pictures were clearly paintings or drawings, but there was one that she clearly recognized as a photograph. While a normal person would have been afraid at this point, she was excited.

As far as she was concerned, she was being given everything she needed in order to exact revenge on her parents. After that, the simple gifts, became more. There came a day, she decided to leave her secret helper a letter of her own. In the end, it was something simple. The name of a private chat website, her phone number, and her email, along with a statement of "Show me more.". As in, she willingly gave the request to be shown more of the dark things that were often on her mind. She was pleased when that request was complied with. She began to receive links to horror websites, stories of violent murders, photographs and drawings of gruesome things.

All of these things satisfied her in ways one could never imagine- it was as if she was being fed for the first time after eons of starvation. She communicated with her secrete informant through text messages and an online chat website. They discussed her favorite means of killing and torturing people, and she was often told what she could look up if she wanted to see or learn more on them. Disturbing as it seemed, she considered the person showing her all of these things to be the equivalent of family. She never felt more alive or accepted, than when she was talking with them. Eventually they took to just contacting one another to see how each others day was going.

All of what she learned, paired with all the encouragement from whoever she'd gotten into contact with, gave her all she needed to dare make her fantasies a reality. Come the night she decided to make her move, she left her informant one, simple message. "Tonight, I teach them their lesson. Goodbye.". The first part of her message, referred to the way she decided to murder her parents. She snuck into her parents room while they slept, and tied them up. Her father, she bound to the bed. Her mother on the other hand, only had her limbs restrained. After tying her parents up, she woke them with harsh slaps to their faces. As expected, both of them began to scream and curse at her.

The demanded she untie them, and threatened to beat her for what she'd done. She stood and willingly accepted all their words, knowing this would be the last she'd have to hear either of their voices. When they paused to catch their breath, she pulled a steak knife from the pocket of her sweater and showed it to them. Almost immediately, their eyes widened in fear at the realization of what she was going to do to them. She started with her mother. Grace pinned Camilia to the wall at the head of the bed, and made sure her father was watching. Then, while holding eye contact with the man who had beaten her so many times as a child, she jammed the knife into her mothers abdomen and listened as they both screamed.

Aaron was forced to watch has his daughter stabbed his wife to death with a steak knife. Grace stabbed her mother twenty seven times in the abdomen, twice in the chest, and once in the throat. She left the blade embedded in her mothers neck once she was done, then she moved from the bed to go and wash her hands in the bathroom. While she was there, she retrieved a can of hair spray. When she returned to the bedroom where her mother sit dead and her father lie sobbing, she calmly walked over to the nightstand to rummage through the drawers. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for. A lighter.

With both items at hand, she approached her father. She ignored his pleas for release, and the empty threats to have her put to death for what she'd done to her mother. When she tired of his voice, she flipped open the lighter to get the flame running. Then, she held the bottle of hair spray out at arms length, with the nozzle facing her father. She watched as his eyes widened, then uttered the word "Burn." as she pressed down on the top of the bottle to release the hair spray. With a flash of yellow light, and a pained scream, the man tied to the bed lit up in flames. His voice was nearly deafening as he burned, but the sound was perhaps the most calming thing she'd heard come from him in her entire life.

For the first time that she could recall, Grace smiled. Content with what she'd done to her parents, she took the hair spray and lighter and began to light every room in the house on fire. Everything was dead to her. Nothing held meaning to her anymore. As far as she was concerned, everything had to burn. Including, herself. The last part of her message, had been her goodbye to whoever she'd been talking to. She knew she'd be caught if she fled the scene. Considering that she was an adult, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd spend the rest of her days in prison if she decided to live. After spending her life being abused and locked up by her parents, she wasn't about to let others do the same to her.

As far as she was concerned, death was the best option. The best means, of her finding peace. Or, so she'd believed. As she sat down in the middle of the living room, and closed her eyes to wait for the flames to reach her, a strange feeling washed over her. There was a strange sickness in her stomach. She felt as if she was falling, and about to vomit. She wanted to open her eyes, but couldn't. Only when the feeling left, was she able to open her eyes. When she did so, she was surprised to find that she was no longer surrounded by flames. In fact, she wasn't even in a building. She was sitting in the middle of a forest, with two strange people standing in front of her.

She was surprised and confused by the sudden change in location, among other things, but she was unable to portray this. She was still unable to show her emotions through expression, not that it mattered. The strange pair, upon seeing that she was looking at them, proceeded to explain things to her. They revealed that they had been the ones writing her letters and talking to her. They stated that their master, a powerful being who had saved them from their previous lives, had noticed her while she was in middle school. She was told that the being had taken an interest in her, and eventually instructed them to get into contact with her.

For a short time after hearing that, she believed everything she'd come to feel towards the pair had been built on false emotions. That is, until one of them stepped forwards and admitted that they'd enjoyed talking to her. That, in turn had both of them stating that they'd gotten worried when they received her message. While hearing everything had made her unsure of how to feel, in the end she decided to give the pair the benefit of the doubt. As it was, they'd given her the means of getting revenge on her parents, then they'd somehow managed to save her from the fire. As it was, they'd proven to care more for her than the people who'd conceived her.

After all of the explanations were given, she was escorted further into the forest, where she came face to face with the very being that had taken an interest in her. Well, face to non existent face, that is. Again, she was given an explanation of things. The creature spoke to her by means she couldn't understand, and informed her that she could refer to him as "Slenderman" if she so chose. He explained to her that he wanted to take her as his proxy. She was told that if she accepted, she would be trained and in time be sent out to perform certain tasks for him. These tasks included everything from gathering information, to killing, to disposing of bodies.

If she denied, he would kill her. In the end, she accepted his offer. Not because she didn't want to die, but because in the end she believed the life working for him would be more enjoyable than the one she'd been living prior. If not, then she was sure it would be easy to find a means of getting herself killed. From there, she was given more detail on to how her life would be. She was given the titles of the strange pair she'd been in contact with. The first being Hoodie, a male in an orange, hooded sweatshirt and a ski mask with a frown stitched into it. The other being Masky, a male wearing a yellow jacket and a white mask.

She was told that after she finished her training, she too would take on an alias such as theirs. After that, the process began. Masky and Hoodie taught her everything she needed to know about her duties. Rules were explained by Slenderman, and she easily followed them due to her naturally withdrawn and quiet nature. In the end, it only took four months for them to train her. Come that, she was presented with a mask, and a new hooded sweatshirt. The mask was white, with a red smile that looked like fire painted into it. There was a large space used for her to see, and it was covered with a thin black fabric. The fabric made it so she could see others, but they couldn't see her eyes.

The sweatshirt was black and nearly identical to the one she'd originally had, only Slenderman's symbol had been stitched into its chest. Her disguise was simple, just like with the other proxies, and it suited her. With training done, she was ready to set out and make a reputation for herself as one of Slenderman's proxies. To fulfill this task, she developed a hunting behavior unique to herself. Anyone playing Slenderman's game fell victim to her assaults. Early on, she took to carrying around a steel pipe while she hunted. One end of the pipe, has small nails jutting out of it. The nails are long enough to inflict serious pain whenever she hit someone, but not long enough to leave serious damage.

That being said, be mindful should you ever find yourself playing Slenderman's game. If you find yourself in that unfortunate situation, keep your eyes peeled for a flash of red and white. Hone your ears, and be prepared for serious pain. Grace, or, Eerie as she goes by now, toys with her victims. As you collect pages, she will strike you with her weapon. She may break your leg. Crush your hands. Break your jaw, and pummel you. She will put you through as much pain as she possibly can, while toying with you emotionally by stalking you in silence. She will hurt you, cripple you if able. She will torment you- but, odds are it will be Slenderman who gets you. Eerie, rarely kills.

One last word of advice, to anyone who might find themselves playing Slenderman's game. Should you see Eerie, face to masked face, do not question why she comes for you. If you do, she will take off her mask, and with a face and voice void of emotion, she will tell you everything she plans on doing to you. Trust me when you say, you're better off not knowing. You're better off not looking into her emotionless eyes, as she gives you her promise of torment, pain, and eventual death...

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

Character is no longer to be put in association with
The stories and character present (save for Slenderman and the pre-existing proxies) are mine.

AE
Grace Rassmuessen (Formerly Grace Quell) is my character, and this is to be considered her origin story.
If the above mentioned deviant portrays a story of this fashion and passes off the character as her own, it is not of her own creation. It is theft.
Thank you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grace was, by all accounts, an odd girl. Not odd based on appearance, or intellect- but, based on thoughts, and her manner of speaking. As it were, Grace suffered from a speech impediment. This impediment caused her to stutter, sometimes violently, whenever she spoke. Truth be told, no one outside the girls immediate family was aware of why she'd developed the speech impediment. As a toddler, Grace suffered a head injury brought about by her mother, Camilia Quell, hitting her with a box of beer. The blow knocked the girl over, causing her to hit her head on the corner of the table. When she hit her head, she cracked her skull and fell unconscious.

Rather than take her child to the hospital and be charged for child abuse or endangerment, Camilia and her husband, Aaron Rassmussen, treated young Grace's injuries at home. Since then, Grace suffered a stutter whenever attempting to speak. There is a small scar on the side of her head, just above her ear. That mark, is the only physical proof of having suffered an injury. In truth, doctors did question the origin of the scar during routine check ups, but they were always told the same story. That Grace fell while playing outside, and cut her head on a rock. Doctors believed this, and thus the girl was never given anything akin to proper treatment for her injury.

That being said, the speech issue brought about a number of issues come the following years. Shortly after entering grade school, the other students began to bully Grace. To them, her speech impediment was funny. She was often cornered when teachers weren't looking, and provoked into speaking, which only made the bullies laugh. How they did it, tended to vary slightly. Sometimes she was pushed. Sometimes, the other students took her belongings and refused to give them back until she begged. As it was, those first few years of elementary school, were spent knowing nothing but fear, and torment. In the end, it was that fear that led to Grace falling mute for the remainder of elementary school.

In her mind, if she stopped talking, the bullies would lose their reason to pick on her. Granted, that didn't work. Instead they moved on to harassing her over other things. Her appearance, her clothing, her manner of walking. In the end, the other students knit picked everything about her. The teasing brought about a number of effects. She took to keeping her hair short, so that the other students couldn't pull on it. To lessen the pain of getting hit, she took to wearing covering clothing. Keeping her skin covered all the time also prevented others from seeing her bruises. As one could expect, Grace was bullied at home as well. Her parents were abusive in a number of ways.

Both her mother and father were alcoholics. Her father would often fall into a drunken rage and hit her before dragging her mother upstairs. As a child, she had no idea what her parents were doing. By the end of middle school though, she was well aware of what sex was. When Grace entered high school, the bullying and abuse had not ended. Not at home at least. At school though, things were another story. When she had entered middle school, the first few months had been virtually the same as when she was in elementary. However, one, small factor had changed. That change, was her way of thinking. The constant fear she'd known as a child, had disappeared and been replaced with anger.

She began to imagine doing terrible things to her bullies. Things like skinning them with a knife, or pushing them into traffic. A variety of thoughts really. Some being simple means of killing them and others being ways to torture them as they had done to her. However, given her upbringing it was natural that she wouldn't make a move to turn any of these fantasies into a reality. In her mind, she was weak and useless. Unable to fight back. Still, that didn't keep her from, snapping every now and again. Sometimes, when she was being harassed over her appearance or her silence, she'd break her mute behavior to speak to her bullies. She rarely said much, because her stutter made it difficult.

What she said though, managed to frighten the other students. Phrases, such as "I'll gut you while you sleep", "Want me to show you what your stomach looks like?", among others, were uttered in a voice void of emotion. Years of not talking had, made it impossible for Grace to portray any emotion through speaking. The same applied to her expression. Having learned to keep a straight face as a means of hiding her pain in the presence of her attackers, she struggled to make any form of expression. So, naturally the other students began to fear her. Anyone would, if they were being threatened by someone who's face made them seem more than capable of being violent.

Thanks to that, all the bullying had stopped by the time she entered high school. Her behavior, paired with the rumors that started up because of her threats, ensured that she'd have the reputation of someone to be avoided. School became her haven, but home remained the same hell she'd known as a child. She hated being home. She loathed her parents, and wanted nothing more than to see them dead. Preferably, dead from a gruesome and painful means. Still, she was wary. Having spent all her life being pushed around and abused by them, she was unable to help but believe that she was powerless to stop them. Unable to help but believe that, she was unable to hurt them.

This belief remained, until an outside source began to encourage her to believe otherwise. Just after she'd turned eighteen, Grace began to receive a series of strange gifts from an unknown person. These gifts, started out small. Short letters stating that she was stronger than she believed, began to appear in her locker at school. At first, she ignored them. However, as they began to get longer and more detailed, they managed to catch her interest. Having gone her whole life being told only degrading things, being praised for being who she was, made her feel happy. Happy, because someone seemed to understand and agree with her.

Before she knew it, she found herself looking forward to the letters she'd find at school. Imagine her surprise, when more than that were given to her. There came a day that one of the letters held a list of websites and picture links for her to look up. Naturally, she was curious as to what she was being told to look up. To her surprise, and delight, it all had to do with torture. The websites contained descriptions on specific types of torture methods and devices, and the picture links all showed detailed examples. Most of the pictures were clearly paintings or drawings, but there was one that she clearly recognized as a photograph. While a normal person would have been afraid at this point, she was excited.

As far as she was concerned, she was being given everything she needed in order to exact revenge on her parents. After that, the simple gifts, became more. There came a day, she decided to leave her secret helper a letter of her own. In the end, it was something simple. The name of a private chat website, her phone number, and her email, along with a statement of "Show me more.". As in, she willingly gave the request to be shown more of the dark things that were often on her mind. She was pleased when that request was complied with. She began to receive links to horror websites, stories of violent murders, photographs and drawings of gruesome things.

All of these things satisfied her in ways one could never imagine- it was as if she was being fed for the first time after eons of starvation. She communicated with her secrete informant through text messages and an online chat website. They discussed her favorite means of killing and torturing people, and she was often told what she could look up if she wanted to see or learn more on them. Disturbing as it seemed, she considered the person showing her all of these things to be the equivalent of family. She never felt more alive or accepted, than when she was talking with them. Eventually they took to just contacting one another to see how each others day was going.

All of what she learned, paired with all the encouragement from whoever she'd gotten into contact with, gave her all she needed to dare make her fantasies a reality. Come the night she decided to make her move, she left her informant one, simple message. "Tonight, I teach them their lesson. Goodbye.". The first part of her message, referred to the way she decided to murder her parents. She snuck into her parents room while they slept, and tied them up. Her father, she bound to the bed. Her mother on the other hand, only had her limbs restrained. After tying her parents up, she woke them with harsh slaps to their faces. As expected, both of them began to scream and curse at her.

The demanded she untie them, and threatened to beat her for what she'd done. She stood and willingly accepted all their words, knowing this would be the last she'd have to hear either of their voices. When they paused to catch their breath, she pulled a steak knife from the pocket of her sweater and showed it to them. Almost immediately, their eyes widened in fear at the realization of what she was going to do to them. She started with her mother. Grace pinned Camilia to the wall at the head of the bed, and made sure her father was watching. Then, while holding eye contact with the man who had beaten her so many times as a child, she jammed the knife into her mothers abdomen and listened as they both screamed.

Aaron was forced to watch has his daughter stabbed his wife to death with a steak knife. Grace stabbed her mother twenty seven times in the abdomen, twice in the chest, and once in the throat. She left the blade embedded in her mothers neck once she was done, then she moved from the bed to go and wash her hands in the bathroom. While she was there, she retrieved a can of hair spray. When she returned to the bedroom where her mother sit dead and her father lie sobbing, she calmly walked over to the nightstand to rummage through the drawers. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for. A lighter.

With both items at hand, she approached her father. She ignored his pleas for release, and the empty threats to have her put to death for what she'd done to her mother. When she tired of his voice, she flipped open the lighter to get the flame running. Then, she held the bottle of hair spray out at arms length, with the nozzle facing her father. She watched as his eyes widened, then uttered the word "Burn." as she pressed down on the top of the bottle to release the hair spray. With a flash of yellow light, and a pained scream, the man tied to the bed lit up in flames. His voice was nearly deafening as he burned, but the sound was perhaps the most calming thing she'd heard come from him in her entire life.

For the first time that she could recall, Grace smiled. Content with what she'd done to her parents, she took the hair spray and lighter and began to light every room in the house on fire. Everything was dead to her. Nothing held meaning to her anymore. As far as she was concerned, everything had to burn. Including, herself. The last part of her message, had been her goodbye to whoever she'd been talking to. She knew she'd be caught if she fled the scene. Considering that she was an adult, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd spend the rest of her days in prison if she decided to live. After spending her life being abused and locked up by her parents, she wasn't about to let others do the same to her.

As far as she was concerned, death was the best option. The best means, of her finding peace. Or, so she'd believed. As she sat down in the middle of the living room, and closed her eyes to wait for the flames to reach her, a strange feeling washed over her. There was a strange sickness in her stomach. She felt as if she was falling, and about to vomit. She wanted to open her eyes, but couldn't. Only when the feeling left, was she able to open her eyes. When she did so, she was surprised to find that she was no longer surrounded by flames. In fact, she wasn't even in a building. She was sitting in the middle of a forest, with two strange people standing in front of her.

She was surprised and confused by the sudden change in location, among other things, but she was unable to portray this. She was still unable to show her emotions through expression, not that it mattered. The strange pair, upon seeing that she was looking at them, proceeded to explain things to her. They revealed that they had been the ones writing her letters and talking to her. They stated that their master, a powerful being who had saved them from their previous lives, had noticed her while she was in middle school. She was told that the being had taken an interest in her, and eventually instructed them to get into contact with her.

For a short time after hearing that, she believed everything she'd come to feel towards the pair had been built on false emotions. That is, until one of them stepped forwards and admitted that they'd enjoyed talking to her. That, in turn had both of them stating that they'd gotten worried when they received her message. While hearing everything had made her unsure of how to feel, in the end she decided to give the pair the benefit of the doubt. As it was, they'd given her the means of getting revenge on her parents, then they'd somehow managed to save her from the fire. As it was, they'd proven to care more for her than the people who'd conceived her.

After all of the explanations were given, she was escorted further into the forest, where she came face to face with the very being that had taken an interest in her. Well, face to non existent face, that is. Again, she was given an explanation of things. The creature spoke to her by means she couldn't understand, and informed her that she could refer to him as "Slenderman" if she so chose. He explained to her that he wanted to take her as his proxy. She was told that if she accepted, she would be trained and in time be sent out to perform certain tasks for him. These tasks included everything from gathering information, to killing, to disposing of bodies.

If she denied, he would kill her. In the end, she accepted his offer. Not because she didn't want to die, but because in the end she believed the life working for him would be more enjoyable than the one she'd been living prior. If not, then she was sure it would be easy to find a means of getting herself killed. From there, she was given more detail on to how her life would be. She was given the titles of the strange pair she'd been in contact with. The first being Hoodie, a male in an orange, hooded sweatshirt and a ski mask with a frown stitched into it. The other being Masky, a male wearing a yellow jacket and a white mask.

She was told that after she finished her training, she too would take on an alias such as theirs. After that, the process began. Masky and Hoodie taught her everything she needed to know about her duties. Rules were explained by Slenderman, and she easily followed them due to her naturally withdrawn and quiet nature. In the end, it only took four months for them to train her. Come that, she was presented with a mask, and a new hooded sweatshirt. The mask was white, with a red smile that looked like fire painted into it. There was a large space used for her to see, and it was covered with a thin black fabric. The fabric made it so she could see others, but they couldn't see her eyes.

The sweatshirt was black and nearly identical to the one she'd originally had, only Slenderman's symbol had been stitched into its chest. Her disguise was simple, just like with the other proxies, and it suited her. With training done, she was ready to set out and make a reputation for herself as one of Slenderman's proxies. To fulfill this task, she developed a hunting behavior unique to herself. Anyone playing Slenderman's game fell victim to her assaults. Early on, she took to carrying around a steel pipe while she hunted. One end of the pipe, has small nails jutting out of it. The nails are long enough to inflict serious pain whenever she hit someone, but not long enough to leave serious damage.

That being said, be mindful should you ever find yourself playing Slenderman's game. If you find yourself in that unfortunate situation, keep your eyes peeled for a flash of red and white. Hone your ears, and be prepared for serious pain. Grace, or, Eerie as she goes by now, toys with her victims. As you collect pages, she will strike you with her weapon. She may break your leg. Crush your hands. Break your jaw, and pummel you. She will put you through as much pain as she possibly can, while toying with you emotionally by stalking you in silence. She will hurt you, cripple you if able. She will torment you- but, odds are it will be Slenderman who gets you. Eerie, rarely kills.

One last word of advice, to anyone who might find themselves playing Slenderman's game. Should you see Eerie, face to masked face, do not question why she comes for you. If you do, she will take off her mask, and with a face and voice void of emotion, she will tell you everything she plans on doing to you. Trust me when you say, you're better off not knowing. You're better off not looking into her emotionless eyes, as she gives you her promise of torment, pain, and eventual death...