Slender ° 5sos ; C.S

intro || michael

Michael ran a weak hand through his hair, watching his TV. He bit his lip, trying not to let his slightly guilty excitement show.

He didn't love what was happening. It was insane to him that children were murdering other children. It was wrong, and he would never wish death upon anyone else.

But...

Slenderman, the eight pages was a game Michael was in love with. He had many videos online of him playing the game or other renditions of the story. Michael knew all about him, and this creature.

"Mooom!" Michael yelled, twisted his body to face out if his door. "Help!"

Michael's mother came running up the stairs, the breath quickly leaving her body.

"Mikey? Mikey!" She ran, quickly turning the corner and entering his room. "Don't you fucking scare me again!"

"No, it's okay. I'm okay. I need advice.." He pouted, hoping she'd go weak. "They want me to talk about what happened."

"Hm, don't talk about what you don't know. This is somebody's kid they want you to talk about."

"Maybe I could say some of my theories?"

"Be careful..."