"𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 :'( 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀"
Includes Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, & Eyeless Jack. More details in the notes.
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Slenderman
It's hard to be relaxed in an environment you're not normally in, so really, all you wanna do right now is go home. But after your little fainting accident in the group session, the hospital insisted on you staying for at least 24 hours. So here you were, trying to find a comfortable enough position to sleep.
Ugh, hospitals. The rooms are always bland white, the air smells like Lysol, the tiles are too cold and the beds are always stiff, the sheets starched and itchy. Rue Bennett you are not. Or maybe you are. I can't fucking read minds.
After some more tossing and turning you finally sighed and sat up, swinging your legs off the side of the bed. It made a loud creaking noise as you put your head in your hands. The fact that you couldn't stop thinking about it doesn't make anything any better. You told the doctor about the faceless man in the window, and he immediately brushed you off, saying it was a natural side affect of drug withdrawal to have hallucinations. Except you weren't hallucinating, because one: you were still smoking that good mush and he should've known that after you took the tests, but that's just how doctors are. And you knew what you saw. There really was a man in the window. So why would no one believe you? What reason did you have to lie?
You immediately recognized the buzzing sensation in your head. As soon as you felt it, you jumped to your feet. You were on the first floor now, and he was walking straight towards your window. Seriously, how lax was this hospital's security that this guy could walk into the courtyard no problem? Clutching your pounding head, you scrambled to the back of the room near the door, but something prevented you from leaving. Was it him? Or maybe you were a little braver than you gave yourself credit for? Whatever it was, you were rooted to the spot. All you could do was stare as he approached and slowly hunkered down so that he could peer into the room. Only then did the buzzing stop.
For a solid minute, all was silent except for your rapid heartbeat. When you saw he wasn't trying to force his way in—merely observing you— you managed to find your nerve again.
"W-what the heck's your problem?" He merely tilted his head, as if either amused or not perplexed. "Why are you following me? What do you want?" He didn't respond at first, but then slowly crooked a finger at you. You gulped. "Um, me?" He nodded slowly. Great.
"U-um, ok..." you tried thinking for a second, but the most intelligent reply you could come up with was, "when you say you want me, do you mean, like, sexually? Or do you just wanna kill me? I-I don't know you, so I'm not really buzzing about either..."
The silence somehow became even more silent after that awkward remark.
Then he laughed. You jumped at the sound. He didn't have a mouth, but you knew it was him because it was like a low chuckle that someone tried to make out of TV garble. You followed along, laughing nervously. But you'd made him laugh. That was good. Maybe, hopefully, he wouldn't kill you now. Probably? Maybe? Sort of? Not really?
