disfigured-chapter 0
tw: violence , bullying mature themes
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Im back! with my renewed obsesion creepypastas :p
Walking through the forest, you felt the cold night air hitting your features. Life didn’t feel real, it felt peaceful, it can almost turn off that gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach, the regret, the pain, the fear… it was too much, that’s why you were here.
The tall trees around make you go back to a time when life was easier, a time when your biggest worry was to find all those silly little notes, you never actually found one. That made you giggle, you were so young, so naive.
You sat in the grass looking up at the sky, hoping for a sign, a sign that not even you knew what could it be, anything to make you not do it, but it was too late, you could hear the sounds of footsteps heading your way. You composed yourself, there was no turning back now, it had to be made, and if your hands were the ones that held the blood then they shall be.
The moment your eyes laid on him you were there, you heard from a distance him calling your name, and then, a blur, black, cloudy, like a dream you just can’t remember, until you saw his eyes, same eyes that held no regret as they were looking at you, laughing as those monsters held the thick rope that they wrapped around you, teetering at the edge of the cliff crying, begging them to stop, stop recording, stop laughing, stop, stop, s t o p, STOP….
-STOP!!-
You came back from your trance as you heard the one you once called your friend scream in agony as the life drifted from their eyes, you weren’t going to hurt him, you made up your mind, why were you doing this, what happened? You looked down at him worriedly, but he kept screaming, crying, it was so pathetic, like you all those years ago.
-shut up- -shut up- -shut up- -SHUT UP!!-
You screamed, holding your head as you felt like you were about to explode, fighting that cloudiness again, but it won, your hand grabbed the hammer you had in your bag “just in case”, you took a glance at him before hitting his face again and again.
When you finished, the silence was so loud, your head was spinning and you were out of breath, his bloody corpse underneath you soaked up the grass around, as the warm liquid touched the tips of your fingers you realized what you just actually done and suddenly a rush of anxiety clouded your head. You ran, ran for your dear life, as if someone was following, when in reality you were alone, alone in the darkness of the forest with nothing but your guilt and those good awful notes, of course they appeared now, now when you cannot look at them, now that you fucked up everything you worked so hard for.
And there you were, once again in that horrible cliff, looking down was just as scary as it was that day, but now it felt like something calling you, like you needed to jump, so you did.
You awakened in a dark room, the air smelled like mold and rusty nails, your head was spinning. Was this hell? Could be, you got out of that “bed” if you can call a musty mattress on the floor that, you opened the door despite every alarm in your body going off, the wood beneath you creaked with every footstep you took, a cold breeze brushed your body as you walked through the hallway, your eyes fixated on the door at the end of it.
-…-
Opening it, you found an office type room, dark, moldy and filled with photos and newspapers, sitting down in the middle of the room was a man, a man so tall you could mistake him for a tree, he had no face and skin so white the newspapers felt brown, you knew who he was, Slenderman. You remembered all those stories from when you were a child, how he was a monster no longer human. Safe to say you were scared, scared to even look at him, wtf was going on? He kept looking at you, you couldn’t see it but you could feel it, it was calculated and composed, like if this was not that big of a deal.
-took you long enough-
He said, interlocking his long white fingers, hoping for you to respond.
-what is this?-
You commented confused, looking around the room, just to see if this was actually real or just in your dreams.
-your new home, this won’t be easy but you don’t have another choice, do you?-
-no- you responded looking at him -why me tho? What did I do, I’m no cold blooded killer or some revenge filled avenger-
-you will figure that out eventually, sometimes answers are better not shared-
Walking back felt insane, what is going on, you thought about this at 10–14 years old, not now, so why, why do you feel like this is real? Like this is actually happening? If you are lucky tomorrow you’ll wake up and find this was all a dream, that is all that new medication making you dream this weird dream, like all this dried up blood is going to disappear and your boring life will be back to haunt you every day once more.
You thought back at your old life as you drifted to sleep, hoping that for an instant that all of this is just an elaborate dream.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
You woke up sweating at the sound of someone hitting your room door at full power…
Chapter 0 – Introduction
