(I do not own and Slender Man things or Slender Man. Mazie Evans is my OC.)
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I continued running until I saw the old abandoned house. I knelt down to catch my breath. I wondered if he was there already.
"Tired? Why were you in such a rush?" I heard in front of me.
I looked up and saw him standing there. His hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the old house. He looked kind of…seductive.
Whoa, stop thinking that, Mazie…I walked over into the house and he followed.
"Someone saw us last night and took a picture. Now I'm being interrogated by the police." I said.
"How? I would've…felt someone watching. What exactly did you tell the authorities?" He asked.
"Well, it was funny actually, I was messing with them. They took me there to talk about the little girl that you…killed. They had the picture with them and they asked me who you were. I told them that they wouldn't believe me, but they insisted that I tell them. So I did…And they didn't believe me. Oh, and the entire time I was there, I felt very weird. Like, I had a new personality. What was that?" I finished.
"That wasn't the right thing to do, Mazie…You shouldn't have done that." He said.
I felt my neck burn, and my head throb. Not this again…I held my head.
"What did I do? How was I supposed to know?! Stop it please!" I screamed.
The pain sub sided, and I lay there on the floor.
"Maybe you will think better next time before you do something so reckless! Think, Mazie… More people will be afraid of me, so it's the more people I have to KILL. Do you not review your options? This is bad for the both of us!" He yelled.
"I'm sorry! I didn't think! I thought you liked killing the people!" I said still holding my head from the pain.
"No! I despise it! You think I take joy in ripping people from there families? I do not! It's my drive. I have to." He said.
I stood up slowly, wobbling almost.
"I finally figured him out…" I thought. "He' isn't a monster. He's sad…He doesn't want to kill…"
Tears formed in my eyes…I looked him. He stood, leaning against wall again, not being able to show any expression.
I walked towards his figure, tears running down my cheeks now. He caught the look on my face.
"What is wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked.
I didn't do anything but simply fall into his arms and hug him. The tears ran down my face even more.
"I'm sorry I wasn't thinking…I didn't do it on purpose. Honestly. I only thought of you as a killer who doesn't care about anything. But I was wrong; I didn't mean to make you angry. I'm s-sorry, Will accept my apology please?" I sobbed.
I waited for a reply. I was still wrapped around his torso, weeping.
Then I heard a sigh. I felt arms creep around my back and pull me closer.
"Please, stop the crying, Mazie. You didn't know." I heard.
My crying subsided a bit, only because I was afraid he would get annoyed with me.
"If I wouldn't have been so reckless, you wouldn't be in this predicament!" I said.
"Mazie, are you crying...for me? " He asked.
"Who else? *Sniff* It sucks that you have to go through this but you don't want to!" I said.
He pulled me tighter, and sighed once more.
"I accept you're unneeded apology, Mazie will you stop crying now? It only makes me more depressed." He said.
"I'm sorry; I don't know what has gotten into me. I've been feeling weird lately…" I said, looking up at his…'face'.
"That was your other question wasn't it? That would be your scar making you do that. That…feeling you had with the authorities, you have my psychotic side now. When I burned that scar on you, you gained have of me, and I gained have of you…" He said.
"Wait, so, you have a feeling to kill people all the time? I felt insane in the room." I said.
"Well, I'm not around people as much as you are. I only get that feeling when I'm around humans." He said.
"Even me?" I asked.
"You're a part of me, remember?" He said, his hands on my shoulder.
"Oh…that makes sense…" I said.
"Mazie," He said.
"Yes…?" I replied.
"Why were you crying…"
"Oh…I don't know. I guess I felt sorry." I said. "I also don't like touching other people, because I believe once you do that, it signifies a trust and bond. Like, a handshake, or a hug. As you can see, Alexis wasn't a very good choice."
"So, you are saying. You trust me?" He asked.
"I have no choice, you have me and I have you, remember?"