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TW: Blood, Suicide, and Gore 🔪🩸
Chapter 1: Lazari Natalie Swann
"There once was a woman whose body was cursed. If she dare bear a child, it will die before it's birth. Through madness he crept, the monster of dark. He promised a child, to ease the woman's heart. A daughter at last, she wept with joy. Not knowing at once, she was just his toy" -Lazari
The little girl held her teddy in her arms, as she looked up towards the tree. The moon was shining down on the land, like a dimly lit lamp it's light was like a calming glow in the night. The wind caused her long brown hair to flow slightly, as the hanging corpse slowly rocked back and forth.
The woman hung from the tree. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open. Her tongue was out, exposed like a tired and thirsting animal looking for water during a hot day. The rope and branches creaked quietly as her body ever so slightly swung. Dried up lines of tears flowed on her pale face, a portrait of grief and frustration ever painted on her face, immortalized in death.
'Mommy..' Lazari thought, as the girl's gaze witnessed the hanging corpse of her mother, hung up like a broken, beaten birthday piñata.
'Why did you hate me..?'. She clung onto her stuffed toy tighter. She didn't know what to do, what could a little girl like her do without her mommy?
Suddenly, she heard a noise from the woods behind her. Twigs and leaves crunching and as the figure approached closer and closer. She turned around, and there stood a tall man, nearly as tall as the tree from where her mother hung from. His skin was pale white, his fingers elongated, lacking nails yet the tips were sharpened, wearing a neat, black, suit with a red neck tie. Though his most prominent feature was his face...or lack thereof. Smooth as marble and lacking any sign of emotion.
Lazari and the man looked at each other, the man's downward gaze and tall figure looming and towering over the much smaller girl. Then, the man extended his hand, inviting her's. Lazari felt a connection to this man. A want to be friends with him, to give him her trust and to follow him, no matter where it may lead her.
"Hello..." Lazari said, her innocent eyes looking up at the man, her hand extending towards his as she grabbed one of his white, slender fingers. "My name's Lazari....do you want to be my friend..?". The man merely nodded, before the two went inside the dark forest, their figures slowly disappearing into the shadows of the trees.
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As Lazari and her new friend walked through the forest, she could see a building in the distance, it got clearer and clearer until she finally managed to make out the silhouette. It was a mansion, it seemed like a mix between modern and old fashioned. With lights coming out from some of it's windows.
"Where are we going?" She asked, looking up at the man.
"My home.."
They continued to walk down the dark forest. After some time, Lazari could make out the large silhouette of a mansion in the distance. As they got closer, Lazari could see the proper appearance of the mansion. It had an old appearance, made out of wood and it looked like some horror attraction up close. The two approached the front door, after getting on the front porch, her friend opened the doors. When the doors opened, lights inside shined brightly, and she was momentarily taken aback by the sudden brightness of the mansion.
Inside was a large, ornately decorated room with two twin staircases, mostly covered by a red carpet leading to a semi upper floor. On the ceiling was a large chandelier, seemingly made of some glass like substance, with a couple wall lamps lining the walls of the room, though the chandelier emitted the most light. In-between the two stair cases was another large door, with a metallic yellow coating on it's doorknobs, similar to gold.
The two entered through the two doors. Lazari entered the room, her sensitive nose picking up the smell of...blood? Looking forwards, she saw the source of the smell. Sitting in the middle of the room on a blue sofa, sat a man wearing a black hoodie and black baggy pants. He wore a blue mask, with the mask's eyes having been painted black and lines of a black, ink-like liquid trailing from his eyes and onto his chin. However, the mask was tilted and moved to the side, revealing a glimpse of the man's face, or rather- his mouth.
"Jack...I thought I told you, not to eat on the couch."
He had grey skin, with sharp teeth, and a seemingly black tongue. He had one of his arms leaning against the sofa in a relaxed manner, while the other held a bean-like object. Looking closer, she realized it was a kidney, with a good chunk of it missing. Likely bitten off.
[B]This man... Was eating a kidney. An organ. He had killed someone.
Eaten someone.
He was...
He was.....
A cannibal-
A Monster-
He was..
Prey
A deep, familiar hunger rose from within her. How long has it been since she felt this way? She'd tried to stop it back then, since it made her mommy mad the first time she let it take control. But the man in front of her was just...too tempting...
"Smells nice...."
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Jack was, in his own opinion, a pretty stoic person. He wasn't easy to surprise, and he was pretty desensitized to all kinds of gore and shock imagery. Things like murder, gore or blood, barely made him bat an eye. Likely because he'd be the one committing said acts in the first place.
However, never in his most drunken and intoxicated dreams, would he imagine himself struggling to get his arm nearly bitten off by a little girl- who clearly wasn't a normal girl, otherwise they wouldn't have pounced on him like some rabid animal, -and having to prove to the little girl that, no this arm's mine, I'd like to keep it, thank you.
It all happened so fast, first he was sitting on the couch, eating his usual favorite meal, a kidney, all while watching the some mundane news of the latest unsolved missing persons report (who was probably the same person who's kidney he was eating now. But he never really gave a damn about the faces of his victims, hard to do so when you were so hungry, so he wasn't sure ) and the ever incompetent Police to not have a single clue as to where they went. But then again he was a supernatural serial killer, so maybe he should cut them some slack.
Then, Slendy came into the room, accompanied by some kid. Nothing special, he thought. After all, the dude ate all sorts of people. Some he captured after they wandered into the woods and got lost, or just some unlucky hiker or camper. Which he regularly brought inside the mansion to eat later, if he hadn't eaten them as soon as he caught them, that is. And while he wasn't the type to go after children, it wasn't as if he was in any position to judge the man. He ate kidneys, after all, and you don't get those from willing donors. (well, most of the time.) Also, being a hypocrite was something he wasn't really keen on. Jeff would keep pestering and annoying him about it to no end.
He was just about to take another bite, when the girl- rabid beast- freak- whatever the hell that "child" was, suddenly pounced on him. Reflexes born from supernatural senses and experience meant he held his arm up just quick enough to avoid having the girl landing her teeth on his neck. Though, his arm would seemingly have to pay the price.
Lazari sunk her teeth deep into the man's arm. Blood, sweet, delicious, crimson blood- poured from the wound as her teeth, sharpened from her semi-transformation, began to dig deeper and deeper into his flesh. Caught off guard, the man tried shoving her off to little effect. Just as he was about to strike the girl with a balled up fist. Something wrapped around her torso and yanked her off. The sudden surprise was enough to make her release her hold on the man's arm.
Lazari was held up into the air. Looking around in confusion, she looked down on her waist to find a large, black tendril, wrapped around her and holding her off the ground. She put a hand on her mouth, and her eyes widened in both shock and horror.
She'd done it again. After all these years, after all the 'training' her mommy put her through to make sure she wouldn't do it again. She succumbed to the deep, ravenous hunger that made her entire world go dark. Just like back then, when her neighbor gained the same delicious scent she smelled from the man whose arm she just bit into..
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Slenderman, or Slendy, as those who knew him personally- A nickname that, while simple, didn't hide the fact that it made him seem less menacing, which was probably the point of the nickname. -was, in all honesty, surprised. It took a lot to surprise him. Countless others have tried to startle or scare him, using either cheap diversions or their own abilities, to no avail. Either to overpower him, or simply as a prank. Like what Toby and Sally would attempt occasionally.
Which was to be expected. After all, when one lived for as long as him, and scared people for as long as him, some things just become more mundane and expected. It was one of the things immortality had an effect on. That, and being a █████ also helped.
So a little girl nearly biting Jack's hand off was probably something he should've expected at some point. Yet, not even he saw it coming. If he had a face, the look of honest shock would be etched into his face.
Holding the girl away from Jack using one of his tendrils, he offered him a hand. Which jack took, assisting himself in getting up. His face wincing in pain slightly as he grabbed his injured arm.
"What... the hell is she?!" Jack yelled out, his black, sunken pits that substituted for eyes glanced at him, black lines of ink streaming onto his cheeks, before glaring daggers at the girl. Lazari, if he recalled.
"Definitely not human.."
Chapter 1: END
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